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.

croons, extending a single claw and dragging it down

tear the

and feistiness until you get a peek of something

of indignance even as heat pools low

sweatpants as well, and now

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

have to say I know the

be a crime to be so

and show off even more. I don’t understand

calling the shots now. I rise up onto my

bare chest and nibbling

fantasized about dragging him down to the bed and

forget his own

of Sinclair’s powerful fists forms a handhold in my

His free hand trails down to the curve

claim you, Ella.” He rumbles,

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

my frustration and desire. “But I

huskily. “Im going to take control, Ella.

exactly how I would

“I need you to promise you’ll tell

cross a line.”

I challenge, not meaning

far I can

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

thick fingers immediately sink into

can barely restrain my moan

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

wilder

chuckles, removing his fingers from my aching s3x –

that’s the way it’s going to be,

have to take it. My wolf answers

enough to speak

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

with knowing what you want

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

writhing around

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

practically hear her rolling her

do I.

say. I complain. You’re writing checks but

has to cash them.

were some shrinking violet before

were getting yourself in trouble long before you knew your

into the present, I realize that

my face, waiting

his wolfish smirk, but he doesn’t show me

matter, baby? Your wolf giving you trouble?” His strong hands are

me almost reverently, even as he taunts

for me, “No, I’ve simply changed

your mark anymore. I think I’ll go out and try to

not afraid to claim what’s

realize what I’ve just said, and

but reverent. He rotates his neck as

when he returns his gaze to me, he looks absolutely lethal.

case, I’ll just have to make sure