The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 192

Side Story 33

Side Story 33

Even when I met his eyes, he didn’t stop what he was doing. “Took you long enough,” he said. I turned to lay on my back, and he settled onto the bed, sitting upright.

“How long have you been here?” I asked, my voice soft, still heavy with sleep.

“Long enough to fall asleep and wake up,” he replied, and I immediately sat up.

Chane

“You didn’t even take your shoes off,” he complained. I glanced down at my feet-they were bare. I guess he had taken them off for me.

“How many hours have I been asleep?” I asked. He glanced at the clock on the sidetable next to

the bed.

“Well, considering the time Randy told me you got back, that would be five hours,” he said casually turning back to me, “and of those, I slept for two.” He added, eyes glinting with mischief, “and I

waited for you for one.”

I tilted my head slightly as I studied him. “And why are you looking at me like that?” I asked.

He chuckled low. “How am I looking at you?” he asked, moving closer across the bed.

“Well… you can stay a little farther away while I tell you,” I tried to protest, but my fake resistance

fell on deaf ears. He leaned in, brought his face close, and pressed his lips to mine.

The kiss was slow, deliberate, and the soft sound of it filled the room. His hand rested firmly at the

back of my neck.

His lips on mine brought everything from six months ago rushing back, memories and desire

intertwining. When he finally pulled away, he hovered near my neck, kissing slowly, tracing a path to

my ear.

“One more year, Clara,” he whispered, his words sinful against my skin. Why couldn’t he just do it

now, when I was already burning for him?

I turned my head to look at him and realized he hated the wait as much as I did. Who wouldn’t? His

strict principles only fueled our desire, making both of us ache and crave what we couldn’t yet

take.

I nodded lightly as he released me, his gaze still burning into mine. “Tomorrow, Elder Marc wants

to see you,” he said.

My eyes widened. “Have I met him before?”

He nodded. “Yes. The man who gave you the handkerchief on our wedding day.”

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I remembered immediately. But then, memories of that day-how he had treated me, the mark

flashed back, tugging at me.

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“Oh… that one,” I murmured. He seemed to notice my change in demeanor, and his eyes widened slightly.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

“For what?” I asked, needing him to say it.

“For giving you that awful wedding… and marking you like that,” he admitted.

I nodded. “Very well then.”

He raised a brow. “That’s all you have to say?”

I nodded again. “Or should I say I’ve forgiven you?”

He shook his head.

“Have you seen the mark you gave me?” he asked. He bent slightly, lifting his shirt to reveal the mark beneath. It was dark as a wolf, fierce and angry-looking.

“You see, Clara,” he said, his voice hard, “you’re going to mark me again. I don’t like this one, one bit.

”

For some reason, I found it funny and chuckled softly.

“Now?” I asked.

His voice dropped, low and rough. “Right now,” he said. Immediately, I felt my fangs ache, familiar

and insistent.

“If you say so,” I murmured, a playful smile tugging at my lips as I leaned in closer to him, my face

near his neck. My eyes traced over the mark once more.

I could tell he hated the idea of the mark looking like an angry wolf, so he wanted me to bite him

again-this time in a way that would make it look happy, while I was enjoying it.

The anticipation radiating from him made his heartbeat quicken noticeably.

I lowered my lips to the mark, and a small sound slipped from his mouth. My grin widened with

mischief as I ran my tongue over his neck, wetting the bite. His breathing hitched, little noises

escaping him frequently, and watching him surrender like this made me bolder. I pressed my lips to

the mark, sucking gently.

“Ah…” he gasped shakily, his body trembling as he tried to steady himself.

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Clad

I bared my fangs, glancing at the side of his face. I was straddling him now-one hand holding his arm, the other resting on his chest-while his hand gripped the small of my waist.

i sank my

teeth in, and another sound escaped him-not of pain, but of pleasure. His hands moved lower, clutching my hips, gripping fiercely as he surrendered completely to the sensation.

His breathing was wild, ragged, as he clutched me tightly to him, chest rising and falling against mine. My fangs retracted, and my tongue slid over the fresh bite, licking away the warm blood that trickled out. That was when his hand gripped my ass hard, and the reaction he gave those raw helpless groans tumbling from his mouth-told me he was completely undone.

Then suddenly, he flipped me onto the bed. I let out a sharp breath as he hovered above me, face

only inches away, panting, eyes glowing red with restraint. He pinned my hands above my head, holding me down as if it was the only way he’d keep control of himself.

He shut his eyes for a moment, steadying his breath. I stared up at him with a smug little smile.

“You’re going to get yourself in trouble, Clara,” he warned softly, voice strained. “Please… don’t push

me.”

My smirk deepened. “I didn’t do anything, Abel. I just marked you like you wanted.”

When he opened his eyes again, the red had softened back to green. A smile curved his lips before

he dipped down to kiss me quickly. “I’ll stay away from you as much as possible,” he murmured,

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