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.

croons, extending a single claw and dragging

to tear the thin

get a peek of something you like.” I gasp,

flash of indignance even as heat pools low in my belly.

and now I’m naked

ravenous gaze travels every inch of my exposed skin, and his pupils dilate

have to say

crime to be so

and show off even

this way, but my wolf is calling the shots now.

hands up his bare chest and nibbling his

his mouth, fantasized about dragging him down to the bed and

forget his own

one of Sinclair’s powerful fists forms a handhold in my hair,

His free hand trails down to the curve of my

going to claim you, Ella.” He

lips. Sinclair’s lips graze mine as

and desire. “But I

on your offer.” He informs me huskily. “Im going to take control, Ella. And

you exactly how I would treat any other naughty she- wolf.”

“I need you to

cross a line.”

if I said you already have?” I challenge, not meaning a word of it,

I can push

smell your arousal.” Sinclair purrs,

tummy between my legs. His thick fingers immediately sink

can barely restrain my moan

Sinclair adds, knocking his nose

wilder and more fearless than I

his fingers from my

the way

wouldn’t be true control if you didn’t have to

ballsy enough to speak

brazen little – Hey, don’t slut shame

nothing wrong with knowing what

you actually know what you

and the next you’re writhing around under him like

don’t call me a cat – that’s offensive. She snipes. Besides, It’s all part

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

do I.

I complain. You’re writing

has to cash them.

some shrinking violet before you found out

in trouble long before you knew your true

into the present, I

face, waiting for me to

is clear in his wolfish smirk, but

trouble?” His strong hands are moving

form, caressing me almost reverently, even as he taunts

respond for me,

anymore. I think I’ll go out and try to find a

not afraid to

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

neck as if he’s having to physically

and when he returns his gaze to me, he looks absolutely lethal.

in that case, I’ll just have to make