Chapter 152 2-24 COUPLE'S BICKER
\-SIANNA'S POV-
"I wanted to know what my punishment is." Valen petulantly said as he continued descending the stairs, freshly showered.
"Not a good time, Valen," Vance told him without looking behind. I turned around and picked up a magazine from the center table, blindly flipping over pages.
"Well, aren't you going to give it to me tonight?" Valen pressed with hands in his jeans pockets.
"Why are you so eager?" I continued scrolling the page with brewing agitation. "Do you think we'll go easy on you?"
"It's not that, Mom." Valen approached the couch, sheepishly. "I just wanted to start it right now."
"Why?" I flipped my head around and turned my body on the couch to scrutinize his face properly.
"My punishment will end on Friday and there's a party at Benji's house on Saturday," Valen dared to mention, battling an inner monologue.
I glared at him. "You have the gall to tell me that you intend to go to a party when your father has just brought you back from an unapproved outing."
"Go to your room, Son." Vance interceded before I hit the roof.
Hesitantly, Valen turned and went back up to the stairs. At the same time, Vaheed and Venus burst through the foyer.
"Mom, Dad, you're home early." Vaheed's harlequin eyes rounded when he realized our presence upon entering
the house, beaming. Bursting with delight, Venus came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. " Hi, Mom." She did the same to her father. "Daddy." "Alright, kids. Please go to your room and stay there until dinner." I told them, wanting some quiet time to ponder.
Disappointed, Venus and Vaheed glanced at each other with harlequin green eyes burning with curiosity. It was like they were trying to remember what trouble they had created. I shot them a passive look.
"We didn't do anything," Venus told me as she removed her green hair band to let her black strands loosely sprawl over her shoulders.
"That's not the point. Now go." I warned.
"Mom, Dad, if someone told you that we-" Vaheed trailed off when I eyed him suspiciously. He shook his mop of medium-length black hair. "- they are lying."
"Children, listen to your mother." Vance's hard tone split through the air.
Gasping as a light bulb went off in Venus' head, she pulled on Vaheed's white shirt sleeve and whispered "It was Valen."
"So, Valen does something and we get in trouble? How does that make sense?" Vaheed queried in a disgruntled manner. I snapped the magazine shut and they jumped.
"Don't press it, Vaheed. It's chilly in here anyway." Venus pulled her twin by the arm and they marched up the stairs. "Let's just ask Valen. I'm sure he's stuck in his room too."
"It's unfair to suffer because of him. I
can't believe this!" Vaheed grumbled until he was out of sight.
"Valen's becoming troublesome. Why is he acting like this?" I asked Vance, still bothered by his misconduct. Oh goddess, he could have died.
"He's a boy and boys usually are very .....you know....we have a lot of energy that we have to consistently put somewhere." Vance tried to explain to me. He raised a muscular arm to thread fingers through my hair.
By this time, he's right beside me on the couch. Meeting his beautiful emerald eyes faltered my resolve. My
wolf purred in delight at receiving his closeness and breathing in his pumpkin mixed with pine tree scent.
Being mad at him never, ever lasted long. Keeping the mask of umbrage on, I scoffed. "Boys can find constructive
things to do, like fix a car, go to the gym or something. I will not excuse his behavior because he's a boy."
"Honey, I'm not saying to excuse him." Vance scratched his earlobe, feeling like he had said the wrong
thing. "He will be punished and we'll do whatever you want." You are patronizing me." I put the magazine on the glass top of the center table and neatly stacked the others while I was at it. I had to avoid looking into his eyes so that they wouldn't pull me in.
"Oh goddess," Vance drawled, gently caressing my back, and I immediately sat back up to shove him away." Honey, why are you in such a bad mood today?" It was too obvious to repeat myself. " Vance, you can say anything that you feel like saying, but for goddess sake don't ask me that." He scrubbed a hand over his face. " Okay," he sounded defeated. He cocked his head to the side and cautiously asked, "By chance, are you pregnant?" Dumbfounded, I scowled, shaking my head angrily. After five seconds, I hissed with my blue eyes gunning him,
"I'm now hormonal, then? Why do you reduce my annoyance at you for drifting off during our conversation about our son to PMSing?"
Vance smacked his forehead. I should have done it for him.
Clearly, his mind was too distracted with the safety of our pack and throwing girls at Valen, to stay focused on our family discussion. If I was pregnant, he would know. Without another word, I rose from the couch and went into the kitchen to make dinner. Cooking might calm me down.
Dinner was pretty quiet and tight- lipped. Everyone ate in a hurry to escape my bad mood. Valen got the dishes since he was striving to get leniency points. Venus and Vaheed went upstairs to do their homework. Then Vance showered and headed out to meet with Raj and Duke. He came home around nine thirty and found me under the covers, ready for bed. "Can't sleep?" He asked upon entering the room. My heart sang in joy that he was home.
"No." I sat up in bed, leaning on the backrest. The bed had lacked his warmth.
"Free your mind, baby. Why don't we sleep on it, hmm?" He stood at the foot of the bed and began undressing in front of me.
"I doubt we'll sleep tonight." My eyes swept over his tall, lithe body, and noticed that he had more bulk in his muscles. How did I miss that? "Why not?" Vance placed the shirt on the bed after folding it neatly and moved on to removing his jeans. His broad muscled chest tapered down
to firm eight packs aroused my senses to a pitch of fervid delight. A true work of art. As my eyes streamed over his firm specs it started a thrum between my legs. "It's not good to go to bed angry," I groused. My eyes had a way of wandering to his crotch. I batted them
and forced them back to look at his handsome face. My wolf was pushing it. She wanted intimacy. "Yes, that's true, so let me clear your
mind." Naked with his cock as stiff as a fat baton, he went to put his clothes in the dirty clothes basket. Next, he climbed into bed, cuddling up beside me.
"Shouldn't there be an apology?" Curving my lust, I twisted to look at him with stony eyes.
"Ok. I accept your apology." Vance smiled disarmingly, with his emerald eyes clouded with lust. He swung his arm across my abdomen and moved in for a kiss. I backed away to leave a wider gap between our faces. "No. You are the one that was patronizing me. You put Valen in danger and look at what happened to Blayne."
"But you were the one who got us both upset in the first place. You should apologize for that." Vance audaciously contested, trailing his fingers on my jawline. "And I rescued Valen from that blasted mermaid."
Unexpectedly, his head dipped into my cleavage, kissing my mounts. Oh, damn. He was trying to make up without proper discussion to resolve our bickering. My resistance was being worn down by his kisses, and I wanted to give in. "You -really-think-that-" My arousal splurged and I struggled to hold the thought. "-uh-I owe you- an apology?" My face scrunched as I fought the zing of electricity. The gall of this man. He shifted my flimsy cerise nightgown. It felt so good when his greedy mouth latched onto a nipple. His other hand molded the other breast.
"Yes. I do." He insisted, mumbling on my bud as his tongue rolled it around in his mouth. He nibbled with a searing, hungry passion that zapped to the depths of my pussy. I wanted to feel his hard dick plunging inside. "Mmm, well," I moaned in a whisper as he sucked on my nipple. My fingers interlaced into his hair. My blood quickened in my veins. I breathlessly
mewled when he left my nipple to move to the next itching one, "Vance, I'm going to sleep-angry." I used all my strength to push him away and turned to the opposite side, facing the window. I switched the lamp off and pulled the covers over my shoulder. With labored breathing and an
expression of shock and mild incredulity on his face, he immediately let go of me.
"Baby, you've never been like this before." He frowned and pleaded. His eyes bore holes in my back. "Valen's the one who triggered you." When I
did not answer, he expressed his displeasure in a long, deep, audible breath. "I'm going to torture him in the morning." He whispered in my ear, attempting to arouse a response from me. He grumbled in defeat and went over to his side of the bed. "A married man should not have blueballs to deal with."
I closed my eyes to force the sleep and absolutely refused to pay him any mind. Several rumbles of frustration came from his chest. He fluffed his pillow and laid on his back. I could hear his heavy breathing. Not another sound was heard for the rest of the night.