Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 79: We Did Not

*Rose*

“I am bored,” I sulk.

Mark has brought me to his room. His bedroom has a beautiful window seat that faces the garden. I sit with his arms wrapped around my shoulders. Although the window is open, and I can feel the night air against my skin, this doesn’t beat being physically outside.

He unwraps his arms from my shoulders and stands up.

“Okay. I have an idea. Why don’t we do something exciting?” Mark asks.

I frown up at him. All my men have been trying to entertain me in very creative ways, but I am getting cabin fever from being cooped up in the house all the time. Today was better, as I had walked out of my room and down the hall to Mark’s room. But I craved more.

“I am tired of sex games and old woman pantyhose,” I reply dejectedly.

He raises a perfectly arched brow. “No. That’s not what I have in mind. Just go to the door and make sure the hallway is empty. We are going on a secret escapade; I just need to grab something really quick.”

My stomach churns, and I wonder if it’s the anticipation of what Mark has planned, or if it was something else. I haven’t been feeling well the last couple of days, but I reason it is just that boredom has overtaken me.

I stand up and feel my head spin for a second. I figure that I have stood up a little too quickly as the sensation quickly passes. I walk toward the door and poke my head into the hallway, looking right and then left, trying to stifle a giggle. I feel like a pregnant Velma Dinkle, about to embark on an adventure with the Scooby Doo gang. Except, it will just be Mark and myself.

“Coast is clear!” I hiss over my shoulder. Mark, who is holding pillows and a blanket, comes over, grabs my hand, and pulls me into the hallway.

We do a fast walk toward the door to the main hallway. A sudden dull jab in my stomach makes me freeze.

“Are you okay?” Mark is looking at me with worry in his eyes.

“Yes,” I lie, not wanting whatever is happening with me to disrupt our adventure.

Mark puts his arm around my waist and slows his steps to a nonchalant stroll as we continue on our journey.

When we reach the stairs, he lets go of my waist. He stands with his back straight and a serious look printed on his handsome face.

“So,” he says mildly as he bows lightly at me, “are you here for the ball, Miss…?”

Laughing, I stand straight and fan my face with my hand. “It’s Lady Rose. And no, I am here with my man. I thought we would have fun tonight, but it seems he has abandoned me.”

“Oh well, he sounds awful. Look, if you’ve given up looking for him, I was just about to go star gazing up on the roof if you’d care to join me?”

We both grin at each other as I clasp his hand and nod. Hands engaged, we walk up the spiraling staircase.

We get to an entryway, and I push the door open, longing to be outside. I hold it open with my arm and bow, “After you, my good sir.”

“Why, thank you kindly,” he replies.

As soon as the door closes behind us, I push past him and kick my shoes off, not bothering to pick them up as I make my way to the edge of the roof.

Mark follows me. I push myself up with my elbows on the ledge, my face thrust excitedly into the cool night air. It feels great to be outside.

Depositing bedding on the ground, Mark puts his arm around my protruding belly, nuzzling the back of my neck.

“So beautiful,” I breathe.

“Mmm, and the view’s not so bad either,” he adds.

I turn around to face him. The look in his eyes tells me that he isn’t talking about the scenery.

“Now that I’ve torn your eyes away from the beautiful night sky, to my handsome face, may I interest the lady in an under-the-stars dance? I call it the Mark dance.”

Without missing a beat, he begins unbuttoning my shirt and noisily kissing and licking his way from my collarbone to my sternum. All the way down he follows the middle of my frame until he is on his knees at my feet.

I clasp my hands behind his head and look down into his blue eyes, which look more mischievous than usual.

“Well jeez, so this is the Mark dance?” I begin bending just a little to join him on the ground.

“Wait a minute. Mmm, you smell like cantaloupe,” he murmurs, mouth muffled against my inner thigh. With both arms cupping the back of my legs, he continues to voice how good my skin tastes; he licks first along my left thigh, across my delicate cleft, and then back down the right.

Jutting his chin firmly under me, he looks up into my eyes, half closed with pleasure as I lean against the wall and hold onto the back of his head with my other arm.

“After thorough investigation, I have found that you are a unique and exotic dish that I wish to savor entirely.”

I laugh and push his head gently back toward me. His tongue obliges, flat and pushing forward along my slit, then curling back as he pulls it upward to my most sensitive area. I shiver and place a knee on his shoulder as he delves forward and back, each time pausing longer to suck gently as I moan and squirm in his grasp.

I feel dizzy and lightheaded. My stomach churns in response. Suddenly, I’m not feeling so well, and it has nothing to do with him.

“Please, Mark. Stop,” I declare, gently pushing him away.

“Oh, does the lady like that?” Mark asks playfully.

“No, really, stop,” I plead.

“Can’t handle the pleasure?”

A wave of nausea grips me, and I push him off, rushing toward the ledge. I bend over it and pour out the nasty-tasting liquid that is now lodged in my mouth.

“Hey, are there people up there?”

I freeze, blood thundering in my ears at the sound of a strange voice from below.

“Are you okay, baby?” Mark asks.

“No. I think I need to go see the doctor. Also, I think I just puked on someone down there,” I say as I struggle to steady my legs.

* * *

“Everything is all right. All the babies are fine as well, with strong heartbeats,” Dr. Poundergone assures us.

I sigh in relief, and Mark squeezes my hand. I’m grateful that we found the doctor still in her office sorting out some files at this time of night.

“So why have I been feeling like sticky gum on a damp mop lately, doctor?”

“Hormones, dear. Your body is just adjusting. The flutters you’re feeling could just be the babies moving. You are all right. Get fresh air often, drink a lot of clear fluids, and take everything slow,” she says as she looks both Mark and me over. I feel my face heating up. I know she is talking about sex.

“Thank you, Doctor,” Mark says. As we walk back to my room, Mark begins to snicker. “What do you think she meant by taking things slow?”

“You know exactly what she meant. We both look like we were put in one huge pan and tossed around,” I reply as I look down at my bare feet and wiggle my toes.

“How are you feeling now?” Mark asks.

“Much better. I think the adrenaline got me flustered a bit there. Hey, who do you think I puked on down there?” I ask.

Mark shrugs. “What were they doing down there in the obscurity of the night anyway?”

“We were the ones sneaking around on the roof,” I reason.

“They’ll live. It was just vomit rain from the most beautiful woman in the world. They should feel honored,” Mark chuckles and places a hand on the small of my back.

“Would you want me to puke on you?” I ask, my tone serious.

A crease forms between his brows. “I’ll get the things we left up there later. For now, let’s put you to bed.”

I chuckle lightly, realizing that he just sidestepped my question.

When we reach my room, we get under the covers, and Mark spoons me.

“I think we had enough excitement for tonight. You need to rest. I will just snuggle with you tonight. No funny business,” Mark affirms.

I snuggle closer to him. “I enjoyed our rendezvous. A pity the Mark dance had to be cut short. Rain check on it though. We’ll put a 'to be continued' notice on it. We can’t have you going to spank Emily for your release now, can we?”

He nuzzles my neck and snickers.