Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 503

Chapter 503: Celebration

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Chapter 503

~Valerie’s POV~

"Snow," I whimpered. "I’m going to cum," I moaned.

"That’s it, love," Snow said, his dick slamming into me, his balls smacking against me.

"Ohhh, God, Snow, please," I whimpered.

"Shhh, it’s okay, Zara," Snow cooed, and then he pulled out and buried his face between my legs. His mouth sucked and licked and nibbled on my clit.

I could feel the tears gathering at the edge of my eyes as I came for the umpteenth time that night.

"Ohhhh, Snow, God, please, don’t stop, yes, please don’t stop," I begged, and his mouth latched onto my clit, sucking on it and drying me off at the same time.

"Mmmm," he hummed, his tongue licking and tasting me, his hands massaging my breasts.

"Fuck, Snow," I whimpered, as the wave of pleasure crashed into me, and the orgasm exploded inside me.

Snow finally pulled away, leaving a trail of kisses across my skin.

"God, I love the way you taste, Zara," he whispered, then kissed my neck.

I smiled. "I love the way you make me feel, Snow. God knows I missed you and every bit of you."

"Good, because we’re not done yet," he whispered.

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~Snow’s POV~

—A Couple of Hours Later—

"If they pull up with another surprise visit, I swear I’m pretending to be dead," I muttered, half-buried in the sheets as the distant sound of tires rolled up the estate’s gravel path.

The room was bathed in a soft amber hue. The last fingers of sunlight slipped through the curtains, painting golden lines across Zara’s bare back.

The air still smelled faintly of her skin, of sweat, sex, of hours spent wrapped in each other with no need for time or titles.

I lay on my back, breath steady, one arm around Zara’s waist as her leg draped across mine. She slept soundly beside me, her hair a tousled halo across the pillow.

Her skin was soft, flushed, and glowing in that way she always did after we’d made love—hours of it, with no restraint and no rush.

A sudden distant vroom of an engine stirred the silence, followed by the low purr of tires crunching the gravel outside the estate.

A car.

I didn’t want to move.

But someone had arrived.

I groaned softly, rubbing my eyes before glancing at the wall clock. "Evening already..."

Beside me, Zara let out a contented sigh, burying her face deeper into the pillow.

I leaned in, brushing hair off her cheek. "Love," I murmured. "There’s someone downstairs."

She didn’t budge.

Typical.

I smirked to myself and shifted down the bed, slowly trailing kisses from her navel to her chest.

Zara let out a faint whimper when my mouth closed around one of her nipples, tongue flicking the sensitive peak.

"Mmm... Snow..." she mumbled, one hand lazily reaching for my head.

I took my time, alternating between both breasts, teasing her back to consciousness. She stirred again, hips shifting under the sheets, body reacting even before her mind was fully awake.

"You’re not playing fair," she said through a sleepy giggle.

I pulled back just slightly, licking my lips. "Never said I would."

Her fingers curled around mine as I moved up and kissed the corner of her mouth.

"Who’s here?" she asked, voice still groggy but more alert now.

I sat up, stretching. "I can already sense Aira. And Little Storm. They’re downstairs. Tempest, too."

She blinked. "Seriously?"

"Seriously. And unless you want them barging in here," I said, rising from the bed, "we need to clean up before they come looking for us."

Zara yawned, arms stretching above her head, sheets slipping down her chest as she mumbled, "Okay... okay. But you’re washing my back."

"That was always the plan."

Zara chuckled lightly. "Only heavens know if they haven’t already come to check up on us when we were sleeping."

"Well, it wouldn’t be the first time," I said with a shrug. We both laughed as I helped her out of bed. Her legs were wobbly, and she gave me a mock glare as I smirked.

"You did this," she muttered.

"Proud of it," I replied, catching her waist as we headed into the bathroom.

The hot water was already running by the time she stepped into the walk-in shower. I followed right after, wrapping my arms around her from behind.

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~Zara’s POV~

I didn’t expect anything unusual. Honestly, I thought we’d maybe find Aira snacking in the kitchen and Little Storm chasing his tail somewhere around the living room rug. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Surprise!"

"More than I can tell in one night. But I’ll start with the one where Zeno and the ohers tried to win against me in a game and I won..."

Everyone burst into laughter.

The night moved in a slow, happy rhythm after that. Music played low in the background.

The maids and my chauffeur, Scott, were also included in the celebration. Although they were inside the kitchen, Snow ordered them to come and join everyone.

Aira and I danced briefly while Tempest tried not to look like he was enjoying himself. Zade told one of his old training stories that made Andrew laugh so hard he choked on wine.

And Snow—he looked peaceful. Lighter. For the first time in weeks, he could breathe again.

We were just finishing dessert when Andrew, half-lounging on the couch and swirling a half-glass of rosé, looked between us with a grin that was far too suspicious.

"So," he said. "Not to ruin the mood or anything..." His hands were spread to the side dramatically.

I narrowed my eyes. "Here it comes."

Andrew wiggled his brows playfully before asking, "But when are you two giving us a Snow Junior or Zara Mini?"

I nearly spit out my drink.

Zade cackled, Tempest raised his brow, and Aira covered Storm’s ears instinctively even though the boy was already too busy trying to feed whipped cream to a stuffed animal to care.

Snow didn’t even flinch. He just leaned back, rested one arm along the top of the couch behind me, and replied smoothly—

"When I re-ask her to marry me."

The room went silent for a breath and my heart stuttered. I hadn’t expected that question today, but I guess it was expected.

No... I should have already been expecting it, especially since we had been making love and having sex in every way we could and getting cum inside me.

Then Andrew’s eyes widened, lips parting in shock. "Wait—re-ask? Are you—did you—?"

Snow turned to me, and the look in his eyes made my breath catch. It wasn’t performative or teasing. Just real.

"We did things our way," he said gently, voice only for me now. "But I never asked you properly. Not really. Not the way I wanted to. Also, I messed up and we divorced, so... it is only natural to do so."

I swallowed, suddenly way too aware of how quiet the room was. "And what if I say no?" I whispered, the corner of my lips twitching.

Snow grinned. "Then I’ll keep asking. Every day."

I didn’t answer him with words. I kissed him.

The laughter, the teasing, the half-shouted comments came afterwards, but for a moment, it was just us again.

And no matter what changed, or what magic bonded him to something ancient and powerful... Snow was still mine.

And I was still his.