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

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

you get a peek of something you like.” I

heat pools low

well, and

my

lust. “I have to say I know the feeling.”

a crime to

preen and show off even more. I

is calling the shots

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

fantasized about dragging him down to the

forget his own

fists forms a handhold in my hair,

me captive. His free hand trails down to the curve of my

going to claim you, Ella.” He rumbles,

mine as he

and desire. “But I am going to take

informs me huskily. “Im going to take

treat you exactly how I

softening his tone but not his hold. “I need

cross a line.”

have?” I challenge,

far I can push

you that I can smell your arousal.” Sinclair

tummy between my legs. His thick fingers immediately sink

can barely restrain my moan

his nose against mine,

snap my teeth at him, feeling wilder

fingers from my aching s3x – despite

way

be true control if you didn’t have to take it. My wolf

enough

I demand. You brazen little – Hey, don’t slut shame me. She

wrong with knowing what you want and going

me, but do you actually know what you want? I silently

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

call me a cat – that’s offensive. She snipes. Besides, It’s

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

do I.

easy for you to say. I complain. You’re writing checks but my

has to cash them.

some shrinking violet before you found out about

were getting yourself in trouble long

into the present, I realize that Dominic

my face, waiting for me

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

trouble?” His strong hands are

reverently, even as he taunts

me, “No, I’ve simply changed my mind.” I

mark anymore. I think I’ll go out and

not afraid to

I realize what I’ve

his neck as if he’s having to physically force

returns his gaze

that case, I’ll just have to make