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.

Sinclair croons, extending a single claw

only deep enough to tear the thin

get a

of indignance even as heat pools low in

as well, and now I’m naked before

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

have to say I

crime to

preen and show off even

but my wolf is calling the shots now. I rise

bare chest and nibbling his pecs. I planned on kissing

mouth, fantasized about dragging him down

forget his

powerful fists forms a handhold in my hair, and he tilts my

captive. His free hand trails down to the curve of

to claim you, Ella.” He rumbles, sternly and a needy

lips. Sinclair’s lips graze mine as he

and desire. “But I am going to

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

exactly how I would treat any

tone but not his hold. “I need you to promise

cross a line.”

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

I can push

you that I can smell your

His thick

and I can barely

Sinclair adds, knocking his nose against mine, “and your

snap my teeth at him, feeling wilder and more

removing his fingers from my

the way it’s going

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

enough to speak to Sinclair

little – Hey, don’t slut shame me. She

what

but do you actually know what you want? I silently scoff. One

and the next you’re writhing around under him like a cat in

don’t call me a cat – that’s offensive. She

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

do I.

I complain. You’re writing checks but my

has to cash them.

shrinking violet before you found out about me,

getting yourself in trouble

the present, I

flitting across my face, waiting for me to

wolfish smirk, but

you trouble?” His strong hands are

almost reverently, even as he taunts

wolf does respond for me, “No, I’ve simply changed my

don’t want your mark anymore. I think I’ll go out and

who’s not

I’ve just said,

as if he’s having to physically force

down, and when he returns his gaze to me,

I’ll just have to make sure