Alpha's Little Vampire Mate
27. Sexual love

I kept toying with the hair of his beard, thinking on how to ask the question I was dying to ask. We were now drained out under the duvet, my head was on his chest as he softly ran his fingers through my wavy hair. He'd been awfully quiet, like his mind wasn't there with me. He seemed to be worried about something and my stomach churned with jealousy when I thought it could be Maggie he was worried about. Maybe somewhere in there, he still had some love for his lady friend.

His chest rumbled against my ear as a chuckle escaped him. "You've been moving so much, what makes you so restless, my love? You can ask me whatever it is that troubles you."

I raised my head so I could stare into his face. "What is your relationship status with Maggie?"

He passed me a knowing smile and I growled back at him. "She is my ex."

I waited for him to go on but it seemed like he was done talking. That had to be what I hated about him the most, to hell with him and short speeches! "So..." I drawled.

"So?"

I sighed, my head returning back down on his chest. I circled his nipple with my fingers and he groaned in approval. I felt his hard member against my thighs, I quickly stopped what I was doing because I really wanted us to talk and if I had proceeded with what I was doing, we'd have ended up having another round of sex.

"Baby," he called in a husky voice. "Why did you stop?"

"Because I want to talk to you, not fuck you all day," I snapped harshly. I hadn't intended to snap at him, I just couldn't help my anger.

He was silent for a long time, then he lowered his lips and dropped a big kiss on my forehead. "Maggie and I," he started and I got uncomfortable again. He rubbed my arm tenderly like he was trying to soothe my worries.

"We've known each other since we were kids. Her father was friends with mine and our mothers' friendship also kicked up once they met each other. Because of the relationship between our parents, we also became good friends and it was so until she started misbehaving."

I waited to see if he was going to say anything else. He rather kept silent like was done talking when in reality, he hadn't even started the story. "Uh... Marcus?"

"Yes baby..."

"What happened between you and Maggie?"

He sighed deeply. "What if I don't want to talk about it?" I quickly raised my head and sent him a suspicious glare.

Could it be that he was still in love with her?

As if he had read my mind, he began shaking his head vigorously. "Not what you're thinking baby, I have no love left in me for that woman, you are my everything. My passion, my love..."

I gulped, feeling a strong wave of emotions brewing inside of me. I never knew myself to be such a jealous person but when it came to Marcus, I couldn't help the possessiveness that built up inside of me. "Then, what do you have towards her?"

There was a slight pause, then he said softly: "hate."

I exhaled, not even knowing I'd been holding my breath. I never thought a day was going to come, where I'd feel so relieved because someone hated a person. "Why do you hate her so much?" I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me. He was silent for too long and I worried if he wasn't going to talk to me. I was eager to know just how deep that relationship went, it had to be more than just normal friends sleeping with each other. They had to mean much more to each other.

"I don't appreciate talking about her," he started. My ears perked up as I eagerly waited for him to speak. "But for your peace of mind, I'll try. It all started when we were teenagers, I was seventeen and she was fifteen..."

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The past hour had been Marcus telling me all about him and Maggie and all the horrible things she did to him. I also hated her for hurting him so much but at the same time, I was thankful. If she hadn't been such an awful lover, who knew what would become of us now?

There was something I'd been dying to hear, but I noticed that Marcus had been careful enough to avoid it. He never made mention of Maggie ever finding her mate. "Um... Marcus?"

"Yes baby," he whispered, pressing me closer to himself. I knew the story had taken a lot out of him but the way he was clinging to me like I'd vanish if he didn't, almost choked the life out of me. I pushed a little against his chest and he released me just a tiny bit, before tightening his arms around me again.

I sighed in exasperation, just letting him do what it was he wanted. I gave it a thought, fixing my words in my head so as not to say the wrong thing.

"Maggie told me something," I started.

I felt him shift uncomfortably and I smiled, knowing that I had the upper hand here and I intended to use that to my advantage. "She said she rejected her mate to be with you..."

He tensed up, his breaths getting ragged. "What else did she say?"

"She said you'd do sa-"

"Never!" He interjected. "To hell with her!"

"Hmm," I raised myself up, so I could make eye contact with him. "Just curious, what will you have done, if you didn't hate her now?"

He stared straight into my eyes, "I would have done the right thing."

That got me taken aback. I hadn't expected the reply I got from him, but the sincerity shimmering in his eyes got me breathless for a few seconds. "What if you had found your mate back then?" I asked again.

His eyes rolled around, not meeting mine. My heart dropped into my stomach when I saw the look of uncertainty in his eyes. "I... I really don't know what I would have done," he said, lowering his eyes in shame.

I nodded absent mindedly, not being able to find the right words to reply him. I moved out of his arms, shifting to the far end of the large bed, I put a great deal of distance between us. He wasn't my favorite person at the moment and I didn't want his hand anywhere close to me.

I backed him, lying on my side with both arms folded and placed under my head. I heard him heave a heavy sigh, then he shuffled closer and his one arm came to rest on my waist. "Take your hands off me," I spat. Did he listen?

He rather tightened his grip on me. He brought his lips to my ear, nibbling softly on the earlobe as he whispered: "That was why the gods delayed sending you to me. They wanted all the distractions gone, so I could focus on only you and treat you like the queen you are.

I tried not to smile...

I really did try not to smile, but my mouth had different plans for me. My lips spread into a wide grin, and soon I was laughing. Not because I was too happy you know, it was because Marcus had sunk his fingers into my sides and was now tickling me.

"S... st... stop!"

A chuckle equally left him and he stopped but turned me over to face him and pulled me to him. We took about a minute just staring at each other and smiling. "I equally have a question for you," he said.

I nodded, waiting impatiently for him to finally open his mouth.

"You know earlier when we were making love, you seemed so different from the first time..."

I lowered my eyes, feeling the heat that crept onto my cheeks. "What do you mean? How different please?"

"You seemed a lot bolder..."

"Um... is that a good thing?"

He nodded, a contented smile creeping onto his face.

I sighed in relief but snapped my mouth shut. I wasn't about telling him that I took some very private lessons with my bestie, I'd never forgive myself if my best friend got decapitated for touching me right?

Instead of saying anything to him, I decided to try out some of the things I learnt. If he'd like the few I tried earlier, he definitely was going to go crazy with this one. Without further ado, I pulled his head down and grabbed his lips with mine. He responded almost immediately, his hand going down to grab a nipple.

He was just getting in between my legs, when I pushed him back on the bed and got on top of him. His eyes widened in surprise but I could see his excitement when I grabbed his hard cock and placed it at my center.

"Ah!"

"Oh!"

We moaned as I gradually went down on him, feeling his largeness penetrate me.

The rest of the day went in pure bliss, switching of positions, moaning and groaning and the slapping of flesh against flesh.

You really wished you had my life, don't you...

That will only last until you wake up to serious banging on your bedroom door. Marcus groaned, going back to sleep so I had to answer the door. I grabbed a sheet from the bed and secured it firmly around my body, then I went over and pulled the door open.

Trust me when I say, what met my eyes wasn't the most pleasant thing...