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.

she is.” Sinclair croons, extending a single claw and dragging

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

get a peek of

flash of indignance even as heat pools low

as well, and

travels every inch of my

to say I know the feeling.” He

a crime to

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

way, but my wolf is calling the shots now. I rise

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

his mouth, fantasized about dragging him down to the

his

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

hand trails down to the curve of my

going to claim you, Ella.” He

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

and desire. “But I am going to take

informs me huskily. “Im going

you exactly how I would treat any

his hold. “I

cross a line.”

challenge, not meaning a word of it,

how far I

remind you that I can smell your arousal.” Sinclair purrs,

between my legs. His thick fingers immediately

and I can barely restrain my moan of

adds, knocking his nose against mine, “and

teeth at him, feeling wilder and more fearless than I

removing his fingers from my aching s3x –

“So that’s the way it’s

you didn’t have to take it. My wolf

enough to

demand. You brazen little – Hey, don’t slut

with knowing what you want and going

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

the next you’re writhing around under him like

cat – that’s offensive. She snipes.

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

do I.

to say. I complain. You’re writing checks but my ass is

has to cash them.

shrinking violet before you found out about

trouble long before

myself back into the present, I realize that

flitting across my face, waiting for

his wolfish smirk, but

giving you trouble?” His strong hands are

caressing me almost reverently,

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

a sniff. “I don’t want your mark anymore. I think

not afraid to claim what’s

floods me as I realize what I’ve

rotates his neck as if

he returns his gaze to me,

just have to make sure you can’t