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.

is.” Sinclair croons, extending a single claw and

only deep enough to tear the thin fabric without touching my delicate

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

pools low in my belly. His claws

well, and

every inch of my exposed skin, and his pupils

“I have to say I

should be a crime to

off even more. I don’t understand why

the shots now. I rise up onto

up his bare chest and nibbling his pecs. I planned on

mouth, fantasized about dragging him down to the bed

forget his own

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

trails down to the curve

claim you, Ella.” He rumbles, sternly and

lips. Sinclair’s lips graze mine as he speaks, his

and desire. “But I am going

huskily. “Im

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

“I need

cross a line.”

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

far I can push

that I can smell your

my legs. His thick fingers

cleft, and I can barely

mischief,” Sinclair adds, knocking his nose

my teeth at him, feeling wilder and

his fingers from

way it’s going

control if you didn’t have to take

quite ballsy enough

I demand. You brazen little – Hey,

with knowing what you want and going after

actually know what

and the next you’re writhing around

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

silly.I can practically hear her rolling her eyes. You’ll see.

do I.

I complain. You’re writing checks but my ass

has to cash them.

some shrinking violet before you found

in trouble long before you knew

myself back into the present, I realize that

my face, waiting for

clear in his wolfish smirk, but he doesn’t show me

you trouble?” His strong hands are moving over

caressing me almost reverently, even as

me, “No, I’ve simply changed my

anymore. I think I’ll go

who’s not afraid to claim what’s

realize what I’ve just said, and suddenly Sinclair’s hands

rotates his neck as if he’s having

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

case, I’ll just have to make sure