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

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

feistiness until you get a

indignance even as heat pools low in

as well, and

inch of my exposed skin, and his pupils

“I have to say

crime to be

show off even more. I don’t

the shots now. I rise up onto my

his bare chest and nibbling

dragging

forget his

powerful fists forms a handhold in my hair,

His free hand trails down to the curve of my

going to claim you,

lips graze mine as he speaks, his

frustration and

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

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

hold. “I need you

cross a line.”

you already have?” I challenge, not meaning a word of it, but wanting

far I

can smell your arousal.” Sinclair

my legs. His thick fingers immediately

cleft, and I can barely restrain my moan of

Sinclair adds, knocking his nose against

feeling wilder and

his fingers from my aching s3x

“So that’s the way it’s going

if you didn’t have to take it. My wolf answers in

ballsy enough to speak to Sinclair

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

knowing what you want and going

actually know what you want? I silently

you’re writhing around

call me a cat – that’s offensive.

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

do I.

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

has to cash them.

were some shrinking violet before you found out about

trouble long before you knew your

into the present, I realize

my face, waiting for

in his wolfish smirk, but he

giving you trouble?” His strong hands are moving

form, caressing me almost reverently,

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

anymore. I think I’ll go out and try

instead. One who’s not afraid to

as I realize what I’ve

rotates his neck as if he’s

his gaze to

just have to make sure you can’t get

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