CHAPTER 272

CHAPTER 272
“Someone looks livid,” Nic commented as I walked into our bedroom, slamming the door.

“I'm fine,” I gritted out, even though my body was shaking with anger and overwhelming anxiety.

“Uh oh,” he breathed, going to drop the baby. “Come here.”

“You don't need to drop him, I'm fin–”

“Come here kitten,” he insisted, “don't make me come get you now.”

I huffed but still stomped over to him, rolling my eyes.

“What?” I snapped as I stood before him while he sat on the chair facing me.

He gripped my waist and dragged me closer until our body met and I felt the sparks battling with the anger I'd come into the room with.

“You're upset. Was it something I did?”

“No.”

“Then talk to me baby, who do I have to hurt?”

“You can't hurt my Mum, she's going to split you in half.”

“Ouch. Way to hurt my feelings,” he chuckled, and pulled me up to sit on his lap. “I'm ready to listen whenever you're ready to talk, okay?” He whispered, kissing my jaw.

He wrapped me in his arms as though I was some tiny girl but it was his bulky frame that dwarfed mine. The feeling of safety in his arms was a quick calming effect and soon, I was erupting.

“I hate how I feel like a brat for letting the things she did affect me this way but no matter how much she regrets it or how much sense her actions make, my life was still altered because of their decisions. Yours too, you shouldn't have gone through all of that. There's no way their prejudice against you didn't contribute to it either. They all want to pretend they didn't do this because they hated the fact that I'm mated to the son of their enemy. I'm tired of feeling this anger towards them and that's making me angry too because why will they do this to me, to us?” I vented, my hands shaking, just like the breaths I was taking.

“You have every right to feel every single emotion you feel. None of this is right, even though their intentions were good ones and spurred by something beyond their control. The thing is,” he breathed harshly, “the more you're upset with them, the more power we give to my father. All of this is his fault, the way I was treated, the way people look at me, none of that is my fault but his. Even before I was born, he ruined many things but I'm dedicated to ending that. He has taken enough and I don't want us to keep giving him more. Can you do that for me baby?”

“What's that?” I whispered.

“Stop giving him more. All he deserves from us now is death. Let's find a way to forgive them, I know it's difficult but you can do it. We'll be able to work better if you can.”

I breathed out, feeling less overwhelmed than I did earlier but I was still an emotional wreck. Aunt Zoey has good intentions for sure but I wasn't ready for that conversation.

“You don't have to do that tonight though,” Nic chuckled, standing me back up. “I have other ways to get you to feel better.”

“How do you plan on doing that?” I grumbled, cleaning my eyes.

He answered my question with his fingers reaching under my top and slowly, they crept up to my boobs. He grabbed them tenderly and squeezed them.

“Fuck,” he breathed, “this feels like therapy for me rather than you.”

“Oh you are on the right path,” I gasped as he pushed his head underneath my top and captured my nipple in his mouth and sucked.

I took off the top of, and his eyes widened as he took in the size of my boobs.

Pregnancy had left behind a cool gift for me and the full bulbs on my chest were sensitive with every squeeze and suck my mate gave me.

His other hand left my waist and went into the quick work of unbuttoning my jeans.

I couldn't hold back my moans when his fingers connected to my engorged clit.

“Nuh-uh,” he shook his head, “we're going to be really quiet tonight alright? Remember how to do that?” He asked as he pulled down my jeans and his.

I stood there, wondering how the hell he expected me to do that when he did those things he loved doing to me.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me up, putting my feet on both sides of the chair and then reaching in underneath to continue what he was doing earlier.

“Babyyyy,” I groaned, throwing my head back as the pleasure his fingers massaging my pussy brought.

“Shh,” he shushed me while slipping those wicked fingers inside me.

I covered my mouth with one hand, steadying myself with the other while he continued fucking my pussy with his thick fingers and soon, I was a shaking, squirting mess. I couldn't hold my moans no matter how much I tried.

And with a cruel glint in his eyes, he thrusted his cock inside me with no warning.

“Bite me baby,” he demanded, his voice a plea and prayer as the pleasure hit him too.

I didn't hesitate, my fangs sharpening as my eyes shone blatant red and I sunk them into his neck.

The feeling of his cock pumping in and out of my pussy as I held onto his shoulders was consuming my senses.

“I love you so much,” he growled into the crook of my neck over and over, his hands holding my ass possessively with every thrust of his hip.

I sucked more delicious blood as I felt myself nearing my peak. I found his mouth and shoved my arm into his fangs, forcing him to drink.

We became one, joined in every way possible and I felt complete even though I was shattering, my orgasm rocking us both.

He poured his cum into my pussy walls, jerking with every spray until I collapsed on him, exhausted.

I'd never felt so tired after sex but this one was more emotional than sexual and the second my head lay on his chest, I was out.