WolfeBlade: de Wolfe Pack Generations
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“I am.”
“Then it is usual for the couple to remove their clothing and get into bed.”
Gavriella laughed softly and began to undress in front of him. Over the past couple of months, in those heated moments alone, she’d practically undressed, anyway, as the man buried himself in her breasts or slipped his hands under her skirts, so she wasn’t ashamed or reluctant. She unfastened the ties of her blue silk garment, the one that made her look like an angel. She was just peeling it off her shoulders when she noticed him fumbling with something on his shoulder.
“What is that?” she asked.
He held it up for her to see. “Bonny gave me this,” he said, showing her the flower brooch. “He told me that he had given it to my mother when she married my father. It was the only thing of hers that he had to give to me.”
Gavriella carefully took the brooch from him, looking it over closely. “It is so beautiful,” she said. “What kind of flower?”
“A poppy, he said,” Andreas replied. “He used to call my mother his ‘fragile flower’. The poppy had some significance to them because of it.”
Gavriella’s gaze lingered on the brooch before carefully handing it back to him. “Your Uncle Edward and Aunt Cassie have a daughter named Helene, don’t they?”
“Aye.”
“Then mayhap we shall name a daughter Poppy, after your mother’s brooch,” she said. “And also after your grandfather. That is his name, too.”
He set the brooch to the table next to the bed before kissing her on the forehead. “That is very sweet,” he said softly. “I think I would like that, very much.”
Smiling at him, Gavriella finished undressing down to her shift. Over on the other side of the bed, Andreas had finished pulling his clothing off and leapt into the bed, pulling the coverlet up. He leaned back on his arm, watching her most expectantly. She didn’t disappoint. She let her shift fall away from her shoulders, revealing her perfect breasts and shapely torso.
The warm smile on Andreas’ face turned into something seductive.
“Come to me, sweetling,” he purred.
She did. As she climbed in and he reached for her, she happened to see the stigmata on the inside of his right forearm. She’d seen it before, but she’d never really asked him about it. Tonight, it caught her eye again.
“What’s that?” she asked.
Andreas tore his eyes from her full breasts to look at what she was pointing at. “The mark of de Wolfe,” he said. “All of the grandsons of William de Wolfe bear the mark of the de Wolfe standard somewhere on their body. It is a mark of honor.”
“It looks like strength to me,” she said softly, lifting her eyes to his. “Just like you.”
Andreas couldn’t wait any longer. His mouth came down on Gavriella’s, so hard that he drove her teeth into her lip. He kissed her deeply; there was passion and lust and adoration there, feelings that made him pull her more tightly against him. He could taste her blood as he sucked her lips, aware that her arms were going around his neck. Her breasts, soft and warm, were pressed against his chest.
Laying down, he pulled her down with him.
Andreas could feel her squirming on top of him, rubbing herself against him, and it drove him mad. His mouth moved down her neck to the exposed cleavage and he quickly rolled over so that she was beneath him, lifting her arms and trapping them above her head. With his mouth on her breasts, he managed to wedge himself in between her legs. With one hand holding her wrists above her head, the other hand moved to the moist heat between her legs and he stroked her gently before inserting a big finger into her.
Gavriella shuddered.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked, his lips against her right breast. “Shall I continue?”
Gavriella’s answer was a short nod. “Aye,” she breathed. “Continue.”
Andreas did, suckling on her nipple. “Do you feel me inside of you?” he whispered in between tugs. “This is where I will take my pleasure with you, as you’ve never known pleasure before.”
He thrust two fingers into her, moving them in and out, mimicking what he would soon be doing with his engorged member. Gavriella groaned with pleasure every time he thrust his fingers into her tight, wet heat, preparing her for his entry. It wasn’t long before he could feel her body start to quiver, the beginnings of her release, so he quickly removed his fingers and thrust his manhood firmly into her as her body was overcome with a climax.
Andreas could feel her body convulsing around him as carefully but firmly thrust into her. She was very hot and wet, her gasps of pleasure filling the air until he slanted his mouth over hers to silence her, kissing her with deep and abiding passion. He was so highly aroused that he released himself sooner than he had anticipated, spilling deep and feeling his seed mingle with her wet heat.
It was sheer heaven.
The sounds of heavy breathing filled the air as Andreas slowed his thrusts, finally coming to a stop as he struggled to catch his breath. Beneath him, Gavriella lay still, eyes closed as she clung to him. Andreas watched her in the firelight, thinking he’d never seen anything more beautiful. She was finally his, in every sense of the word, and when she lowered one of her arms, her breasts quivered and the sight was enough to arouse him again. There was nothing about her that didn’t set fire to his loins. In little time, he was very slowly and sensually thrusting in and out of her again as his manhood began to pulse back to life. It was a far less frenzied pace and a far more emotional one. His face was buried in her neck, inhaling her essence, as his hips moved in the primal rhythm.
“Dray,” Gavriella gasped. “Oh… Dray…”
Her hands found his taut buttocks and Andreas responded by covering her mouth with his, his kisses hot and tender. The pace was slower now, his thrusts as gentle as they could be. When Gavriella shifted and opened her legs wider to him, welcoming him deep for a second time, he held her pelvis fast against his. He rubbed himself against hers, grinding against her, and when Gavriella’s tremors begin again, he thrust into her, hard, before releasing himself in another, shorter, burst of glory.
The fire in the hearth snapped softly as heavy breathing filled the room. Andreas lay atop his wife, his body still joined to hers, thinking a great many things at that moment. Mostly, he was astounded. He hadn’t known it was possible for him to climax twice in a row like that but, then again, everything with Gavriella had been something new for him. A love he never expected, a wife he was deeply in love with, and a new son that he loved as if the child were his own flesh and blood.
So many wonderful, unexpected things for the young man who had felt so alone in life, for the knight who had been going through life alone. But he was alone no longer.
And loving every minute of it.
It was the life he’d always wanted and never even knew it.
When Andreas rose a couple of hours later, after bedding his wife one more time, he pulled his clothes on, without his boots, and headed to his grandparents’ chamber to retrieve his son.
His son.
He found his grandfather asleep with the baby on his chest again and it took both Jordan and Andreas to separate the pair with the promise that William would get to hold his great-grandson again on the morrow. Andreas carried the sleepy baby all the way back to his chamber, putting the infant to bed between he and his wife.
As Gavriella and Storm fell back asleep, Andreas lay awake long into the night, watching the pair sleep, wondering how on earth he’d become such a fortunate man. For someone who had known such grief and loneliness, deeply affected by his mother’s death as a lad, to a man whose cup of abundance was running over, he kept going back to what Gavriella had said, time and time again.
I feel as if I am dreaming.
Andreas, too, felt very much as if he were dreaming. And he was quite willing to go on dreaming because the life he’d ended up with was something only spoken of in dreams and fairytales, where a dashing knight rescues a damsel in distress and lives happily ever
after.
For Andreas and Gavriella, those dreams and fairytales became reality for them both and Andreas knew, wherever his mother was, that she would have been proud. Proud of that unexpected son who had grown into a fine and honorable man, and a noble tribute to his father and grandfathers.
Aye, his mother would have been proud, indeed.
The de Wolfe and de Norville legacies lived on… through him.
Always.
* THE END *
De Wolfe Pack Generations:
WolfeHeart
WolfeStrike
WolfeSword
WolfeBlade
Children of Andreas and Gavriella:
Storm
Sage
Taran
River
Poppy
Arista
Acacia
Fox
Lily
The parents, children, and grandchildren of de Wolfe
(Note: Don’t be intimidated by these family trees – refer to them if you need clarification on a relationship)
William (deceased 1296 A.D.) and Jordan Scott de Wolfe
Total children: 10
Total grandchildren: 75 (including 4 deceased, 7 adopted, 3 step-grandchildren)
Scott (Troy’s twin) – (Wife #1 Lady Athena de Norville, has issue. Wife #2, Lady Avrielle Huntley du Rennic, has issue)
With Athena
• William (married Lily de Lohr, has issue.)
• Thomas “Tor”
• Andrew (deceased)
• Beatrice (deceased)
With Avrielle
• Sophia (with Nathaniel du Rennic)
• Stephen (with Nathaniel du Rennic)
• Sorcha (with Nathaniel du Rennic)
• Jeremy
• Nathaniel
• Alexander
• Seraphina
• Jordan
Troy (Scott’s twin) – (Wife #1 Lady Helene de Norville, has issue. Wife #2 Lady Rhoswyn Kerr, has issue)
With Helene
• Andreas
• Acacia (deceased)
• Arista (deceased)
With Rhoswyn
• Gareth
• Corey
• Reed
• Tavin
• Tristan
• Elsbeth
• Madeleine
Patrick – (Married to Lady Brighton de Favereux, has issue)
• Markus
• Cassius
• Magnus
• Titus
• Thora
• Kristiana
James – (Wife #1 Lady Rose Hage, has issue. Wife #2, Asmara ap Cader, has issue)
With Rose
• Ronan
• Isabella
With Asmara (as Blayth)
• Maddoc
• Bowen
• Caius
• Garreth (known as Garr)
Katheryn (James’ twin) – (Married to Sir Alec Hage, has issue)
• Edward
• Axel
• Christoph
• Kieran
• Christian
Evelyn – (Married to Sir Hector de Norville, has issue)
• Atreus
• Hermes
• Lisbet
• Adele
• Aline
• Lesander (goes by Zander)
Baby de Wolfe – (Died same day. Christened Madeleine)
Edward – (Married to Lady Cassiopeia de Norville, has issue)
• Helene
• Phoebe
• Hestia
• Asteria
• Leonidas
• Dorian
• Dayne
• Stephan
• Pallas
Thomas – (Married Lady Maitland “Mae” de Ryes Bowlin, has issue)
• Artus (adopted)
• Nora (adopted)
• Phin (adopted)
• Marybelle (adopted)
• Renard & Roland (adopted)
• Dyana (adopted)
• Alexander
• Cabot
• Matthew
• Wade
• Tacey
• Morgan
Penelope – (Married to Bhrodi de Shera, Earl of Coventry, hereditary King of Anglesey)
• William
• Perri
• Bowen
• Dai
• Catrin
• Morgana
• Maddock
• Anthea
• Talan
Holdings and Titles of the House of de Wolfe and close allies as of 1292 A.D.
Scott de Wolfe – Lord Kilham, heir to the Earldom of Warenton (Heir: William “Will” de Wolfe)
Troy de Wolfe – Lord Braemoor (Heir: Andreas de Wolfe)
Patrick de Wolfe – Earl of Berwick (Heir: Markus de Wolfe, Lord Ravensdowne.)
Blayth (James) de Wolfe – Baron Sydenham (Heir: Ronan de Wolfe)
Edward de Wolfe – Baron Kentmere (Heir: Leonidas de Wolfe)
Thomas de Wolfe – Earl of Northumbria (Heir: Alexander de Wolfe, Lord Easington)
Wark Castle (Wolfe’s Eye):
Larger outpost for the Earl of Warenton. Literally sits on the border between England and Scotland.
• Titus de Wolfe (son of Patrick de Wolfe) commander
• Ronan de Wolfe (son of Blayth/James de Wolfe)
Berwick Castle (Wolfe’s Teeth):
Massive border castle, strategically important, de Wolfe holding and seat of the Earl of Berwick, Patrick de Wolfe
• Alec Hage, commander
• Edward “Eddie” Hage, commander
• Hermes de Norville, second
Castle Questing (Wolfe’s Heart):
Massive fortress, seat of the Earl of Warenton, Scott de Wolfe.
• Apollo de Norville, second
• Nathaniel Hage
• Owen le Mon
Rule Water Castle (Wolfe’s Lair):
The largest outpost in the de Wolfe empire, known as The Lair. Seat of William “Will” de Wolfe, Viscount Kilham, heir apparent to the Earldom of Warenton.
• Magnus de Wolfe, second
• Adonis de Norville, second
• Perri de Shera, son of the Earl of Coventry and Penelope de Wolfe de Shera (squire)
Monteviot Tower (Wolfe’s Shield):
Smaller outpost in Scotland, strategic. Holding of Troy de Wolfe.
• Brodie de Reyne, commander
Kale Water Castle (Wolfe’s Den):
Larger outpost on the England side of the border, strategic.
• Troy de Wolfe, Lord Braemoor, commander
• Troy also commands Sibbald’s Hold, former home of Red Keith Kerr (his wife’s father). A minor property commanded by son Gareth de Wolfe.
Kyloe Castle (Wolfe’s Howl):
Seat of the Earl of Northumbria, Thomas de Wolfe
• Christoph Hage, second
Roxburgh Castle (Wolfe’s Claw – unofficially)*
Large royal-held castle near Kelso, formerly manned by knights from Northwood, but awarded to the House of de Wolfe by royal decree for meritorious service to the crown. Volatile location, often attacked by Scots, and is manned by both royal and de Wolfe troops.
• Blayth (James) de Wolfe, Lord Sydenham, commander
• Axel Hage, second
*Note: Because of the extreme volatile location and nature of this garrison, Blayth (James) de Wolfe was given the title Lord Sydenham and the Sydenham Barony, a small but strategic barony between Wark Castle and the town of Kelso.
Northwood Castle:
Massive border castle, very important and strategic. Belonging to the Earls of Teviot. Not part of the de Wolfe empire, but strongly allied to de Wolfe by marriage and blood. The Earl of Teviot is John Adrian de Longley, Adam de Longley’s eldest son. Adrian’s mother is Cayetana Fernanda Teresita Silva y Fausto de Longley, Princess of Aragon.
• Hector de Norville, captain of the guard (also
Lord Bowmont)
• Atreus de Norville, second
• Tobias de Bocage, second
Castle Canaan (Kendal) Wolfe’s Bite:
The Earl of Warenton’s southernmost holding, not directly related to the Scottish border but a source of additional troops if needed. Inherited the property when he married the widow of Castle Canaan.
• Stephan du Rennic, commander
Seven Gates Castle (Kendal):
• Seat of Edward de Wolfe’s Barony – Kentmere in Kendal that adjoins brother Scott’s lands at Castle Canaan
• Isleworth House, Surrey
Hell’s Guardhouse (The Hermitage)
• Andreas de Wolfe, commander
• Theodis de Velt, second
Kathryn Le Veque Novels
Medieval Romance:
De Wolfe Pack Series:
Warwolfe
The Wolfe
Nighthawk
ShadowWolfe
DarkWolfe
A Joyous de Wolfe Christmas
BlackWolfe
Serpent
A Wolfe Among Dragons
Scorpion
StormWolfe
Dark Destroyer
The Lion of the North
Walls of Babylon
The Best Is Yet To Be
De Wolfe Pack Generations:
WolfeHeart
WolfeStrike
WolfeSword
WolfeBlade
The de Russe Legacy:
The Falls of Erith
Lord of War: Black Angel
The Iron Knight
Beast
The Dark One: Dark Knight
The White Lord of Wellesbourne
Dark Moon
Dark Steel
A de Russe Christmas Miracle
Dark Warrior
The de Lohr Dynasty:
While Angels Slept
Rise of the Defender
Steelheart
Shadowmoor
Silversword
Spectre of the Sword
Unending Love
Archangel
A Blessed de Lohr Christmas
The Brothers de Lohr:
The Earl in Winter
Lords of East Anglia:
While Angels Slept
Godspeed
Great Lords of le Bec:
Great Protector
House of de Royans:
Lord of Winter
To the Lady Born
The Centurion
Lords of Eire:
Echoes of Ancient Dreams