The Triplets' Rejected Disabled Mate Chapter 140

Catherine POV

Sam pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head.

"I think you are overreacting," he said, lifting my chin. "Your hormones are screwing with your head. Don't overthink it. Grey is Grey; he will get over his mood soon enough."

I growled under my breath, feeling frustrated that Sam wasn't taking me seriously. There was something wrong with Grey, and I was certain about that. If Sam can't see that, I will prove it to him.

"Did you just growl at me?" Sam asked, looking at me surprised.

"No, it was my tummy growling," I snapped, irritated. "I'm hungry again."

"Then I better get you something to eat before you snap my right arm off and have that for dinner," Sam said, laughing.

I glared at him, which made him laugh even louder.

When Sam finally caught the hint that I wasn't finding anything funny, he abruptly stopped and frowned.

"Wow, you are such a ray of sunshine!" he said, reaching out to the sponge.

I kept quiet, staring at him as he soaped the sponge.

Sam kept his pose, going on as if nothing was out of order.

I crossed my arms, pouted, and stared even harder. I could just imagine what my face looked like.

I wasn't sure what I would accomplish with this little act of mine, but for some reason, it felt good.

"Shame on you," Kia yapped. "You are making the poor man sweat under your stare!"

"Good," I said. "He thinks my hormones are screwing with my head."

After a few more seconds, Sam became uncomfortable under my glare, and he dropped his head and shoulders.

"Nope," he said. "I can't handle this."

"Handle what?" I asked.

Sam slowly lifted his gaze and peered from under his dark hair. His hair had started growing out again, and he wasn't keeping it as short and maintained as Colt and Grey. I liked the longer shaggy hair. It suited his personality.

"Keeping secrets from you," Sam said with a sigh.

"Secrets of what?" I asked.

"Your father is coming," he said.

"Yeah, I know about that," I said. "They called to tell me they would be visiting."

I assumed it was for the Alpha Ceremony tomorrow night.

"Did he tell you the reason for his visit?" Sam carefully asked.

"Not particularly, no. Why?" I asked, shifting my head to the side to have a better look at Sam.

Sam wet his lips, and for a second, I wished I could suck on those kissable lips of his and have his hands roam over my body, and make love to me.

His intoxicated scent suddenly became potent, making me want him even more.

My gaze froze on his lips, finding the movement of his lips sexy and hypnotizing.

I could almost imagine feeling how his lips would feel, moving down my neck, and sucking on my nape.

A moan escaped my lips, and Kia howled inside my mind. She was enjoying the naughty images in my mind, and couldn't wait to be touched by Sam.

My breath suddenly hitched, and my hands moved seductively over my already-hardened nipples.

"Did you just hear what I said?" Sam asked, shaking my arm.

F*ck, did I just mumble out loud?

I pushed the dirty thoughts to the side and internally growled at myself—bloody pregnancy hormones!

"No, sorry," I said, pulling myself up straight and feeling kind of embarrassed. "I got distracted..."

Sam got to his feet, and my eyes widened when I saw the huge bulge pressing against his trousers.

"Me too," he said, his voice low and husky.

"You better take me now," I muttered. "I am already hot and bothered."

I didn't need to tell Sam twice. He scooped me out of the tub and lashed his lips at one of my nipples.

"F*ck, that feels good," I moaned, curving my back to give him better access.

Sam set me down on the bathroom sink, spreading my legs as he moved to my nape.

My hands moved down to his pants, unbucking his belt and unzipping his trousers.

The sound of his trousers hitting the floor was music to my ears, and excitement bubbled up inside.

I suddenly paused, looking down at Sam's black silk boxers. It had a little cartoon devil printed on the material.

Sam must have noticed my pause, and he let go of my nape and searched my gaze.

A smirk followed on my lips as I pinned his blue orbs.

"Say, bye-bye boxers," I said, smiling.

Sam gave me a confused look, unsure of what I was about to do.

With one quick movement, the boxer fell to the floor in hundreds of pieces.

"F*ck!" Sam gasped with wide eyes. "That's so f*cking hot!"

Kia purred as I retracted my claws and pulled Sam closer, his cock pushing against my already wet p*ssy.

Sam pushed me back, and I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head.

He lifted my legs and was holding them in place as he dug in, sucking on my dripping sweet spot.

I curled my back, hearing my breath escalate as I moaned his name.

"Do you want more!?" Sam asked as he assaulted my p*ssy.

"Yes," I moaned out of breath.

"Yes, who?" He asked, pushing two fingers inside me and starting to f*ck me with his fingers.

I moaned out loud, gasping for air. I was already close, yet I wanted to feel him inside me.

"Yes, Daddy," I managed to get out.

Sam pulled me out of the zink and into his arms. His huge cock pushed against my entrance.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

I nodded.

Sam carefully set me down on the bathroom floor on all fours.

"This is called the wheelbarrow position," he whispered in my ear. "We will be doing more of these exotic positions as we go along."

I nodded.

Sam moved his fingers through my wet slit, and a moan escaped my lips.

"You bloody taste so f*cking amazing!" He said, licking his fingers, one by one. "I just can't get enough of you."

Sam reached down, grabbed me by my hips, and lifted my ass in the air, his huge wet cock brushing against my entrance. He slowly set me down on his cock, spreading my legs wider as he penetrated me.

I moaned out loud as he filled my insides, my walls already ready to give in and come.

Sam slowly started to trust in me, building up to our climax.

Only our moaning filled the bathroom, while our lovemaking became hot and wild.

After our third round, Sam carried me to the shower to get cleaned up. That didn't keep me from having him f*ck me in the shower again.

When we eventually exited the bathroom, we were lost in our own little world but were soon brought back to reality when an unexpected visitor waited patiently, sitting on my bed.

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