Accidental Surrogate

Ella

The next thing I know, Sinclair is prowling forward across the room, backing me

towards the bed. He seems barely human, barely in control of his wolf – but I

understand now why he hasn’t sought more comfort from me. I’d gotten so used to his

sultry innuendos and dark promises that I forgot how serious these matters truly are to

wolves. But now I see the truth. I pushed him, forced him to admit things he was trying

to shield me from, then challenged his authority, demanded that he let me do my job.

My inner wolf is a veritable basket case. She’s both excited and intimidated, thrilled

and daunted, eager to please and utterly defiant about the idea of submitting to

anyone – even Sinclair. For weeks now she’s been begging for Sinclair’s mark, and

now that the ridiculous creature is about to get it –

she wants to play hard to get.

The backs of my knees collide with the bed, and Sinclair lifts me as though I weigh

nothing, tossing me back into the plush comfort of my nest.

I scramble onto my hands and knees, baring my teeth at the bossy wolf and emitting a

soft growl. I don’t appreciate him messing up the safe cocoon I created for our pup,

and though something deep down inside of me is quivering with appreciation for his

dominance, I don’t care for his high-handed behavior.

Sinclair unslings the towel still wrapped around his waist, an ominous chuckle on his

lips. “Such a fierce little mate.” He observes, his eyes hooded with desire. “Have you

already forgotten how desperate you’ve been to bare my mark?”

I narrow my eyes as he crawls onto the bed, climbing over the overabundance of

pillows and blankets. He lashes out and catches my ankle, deftly sliding my legs out

from under me and pulling me towards him over the mattress. I yelp in surprise, but

the next thing I know I’m on my back with Sinclair looming

over me, blissfully naked. My eyes scan his chiseled form: from his glorious bronze

skin, which glistens in the low light; to his devilishly handsome face; and all the way

down to the huge, hard member between his legs.

Suddenly I find myself stretching out so he can appreciate my curves, shifting and

writhing against the silken sheets. It’s as if the mere sight of this man was able to steal

my sanity, to make me forget my resolve to make him work for his prize.

a single claw and dragging it

deep enough to tear the

get a peek of

of indignance even as heat pools low in my belly.

as well, and now

travels every inch of my

to say I know

be a crime

preen and show off even more. I don’t understand

but my wolf is calling the

bare chest and nibbling

fantasized about dragging him down to the

forget his

handhold in

captive. His free hand trails down to the curve of

pup. “Im not going to claim you, Ella.”

my lips. Sinclair’s lips graze mine as he speaks, his eyes boring into

of my frustration and desire. “But I am going to take

“Im going to take control, Ella. And

I will treat you exactly how I would treat any other naughty

his hold. “I need you to promise you’ll tell me if

cross a line.”

I said you already have?” I challenge,

how far I

that I can smell your arousal.” Sinclair

between my legs. His thick fingers immediately sink into

cleft, and I can barely

adds, knocking his nose against mine, “and your

at him, feeling wilder and more fearless than I

chuckles, removing his fingers from my aching s3x –

the way it’s going to be,

be true control if you didn’t have

quite ballsy enough to speak to Sinclair

brazen little – Hey, don’t

nothing wrong with knowing what you want

what you want? I silently

him and the next you’re writhing around under him like

that’s offensive. She snipes. Besides, It’s all part

her eyes. You’ll see. He needs this, and

do I.

I complain. You’re writing checks but my ass is the one

has to cash them.

violet before

getting yourself in trouble long

myself back into the present, I realize that Dominic

face, waiting for

wolfish smirk, but he

matter, baby? Your wolf giving you trouble?” His strong hands are

me almost reverently, even as

respond for me, “No, I’ve

sniff. “I don’t want your mark anymore. I think I’ll go out and try

One who’s not afraid

floods me as I realize what I’ve just said, and suddenly

as

he returns his gaze to me, he looks

in that case, I’ll just have to make sure you