Alpha's Little Vampire Mate
CHAPTER 122

Chloe's POV:

"No," he replied, after a long moment of silence.

It was obvious that he was not saying the truth, but I trusted him enough to know that he had nothing shady going on with the best friend of mine. Right? "What about Marcus?"

His hands roamed my body, fondling with my huge breasts, as his fingers skillfully circled the nipples and pulled at them. That elicited a couple of moans from me, making me tremble slightly against him.

"I know what you are doing," hating how my voice came off hoarse, as I enjoyed his distraction a little too much than I would have really liked. "Are you hiding something from me?" I asked, my legs slightly trembling under the water. He chuckled in my ear, the little hairs on his chest caressing my back as a chuckle left him, the sound messi g with my senses. "You like it when I do this, don't you?" He asked, pinching a nipple.

"Oh Marcus," replied with another moan, my head falling back unto his shoulder. The place on between my legs were already dripping and I had not even noticed when his hand sneaked down and his fingers begin to work on me aggressively, making me squirm after every stroke. It had to be the first time in weeks, since we last made love to each other. Given the drama with my family that had not put with of us at rest since we got married, had made him miss out on all the important works and meetings with other Alphas. He had also missed a summoning to address the case of late Alpha Edwin's death to which he was found guilty, vanished for a year from any decision making committee he had belonged to, and also fined because he was fighting my endless battles when he was supposed to be in court.

"Where is your mind?"

Marcus's displeased voice reached my ears, bringing me out of my thoughts. I must have been as noisy as a stick when he was working his fingers right inside of me and I do not suppose that was the reaction a man as egotistical as my husband; would expect from a woman.

"I'm sorry," I sighed, hating how I hardly spent enough time with him and had still managed to ruin the little moment of bliss we were about to share. I felt him move behind me, and I gasped as his hard and ready cock rubbed against my back, before he got out of the water. "What are you doing?!"

He hoisted me out of the water, ignoring my question. Taking a towel off the rack, he proceeded into the closet and then, into our bedroom. I was gently placed on the bed, as he started to dry off my body with the towel, not a single word still our of him.

I dared to look up at his face, and he did not look the least pleased. In fact, he looked like he was ready to murder someone and I tried to assure myself that his anger was not directed at me, but what do I know?

He made it too clear that he was not the least pleased with me. My eyes flickered back to the member of his body, a pretty huge member who stood proud in my face, and I gulped visibly. How was it that I could take in all of this big stuff without him ripping me apart?

"Are you mad at me?" I asked, wanting badly to take his cock in my mouth and not knowing if I would get snapped at or rejected. After about five seconds of no reply, I asked again. "Will you not let me," I hesitated, stealing a look up at him to find his eyes already on me. "If I want to suck your cock?"

The corners of his lips lifted, and I saw how he was trying to force a smile. I sighed in relief, a little giggle leaving my mouth as it felt good I had managed to make him less angry. Without taking my eyes away from his, I rose up to my feet and he immediately wrapped his arms around me.

He groaned. "I almost forgot that we had a little interfering bump in the way," he grumbled under his breath. Then, he smiled at my swollen stomach. "I can't wait for him to pop out already, I am tired of sharing my wife!"

I laughed at that and then, the atmosphere got serious again. "I hate it when I try to be one with my wife after a long time and she feels so put out. What the hell were you even thinking about?!"

He snapped and most definitely had almost regretted it, when he saw the expression on my face. "Oh no no no! Baby I am sorry, I did not mean to yell at y-"

And I broke into loud sobs, my heart breaking with the thought of him yelling at me. It had been that way for about a week now and I cried over every little thing. If I were asked to explain myself, I would not even be able to say why I was crying so much.

"Shh shh," he cooed, giving me a hug which I readily accepted, my cries growing louder as he cradled me, gently rubbing my back. "This is all my fault," he muttered. "I should not have raised my voice at you and I'm sorry." My sobs only grew louder.

"I promise that if you stop crying, I make love to you all night long," he said smugly. That seemed to have done the trick and I really did hate the proud smirk that formed on his lips, as my sobs stopped and I raised my head to look up at him with wide, puppy dog eyes.

"Are you really going to do that?"

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