Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 119

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.

a single claw and dragging it down

to tear the thin fabric

get a peek

pools low in

and now I’m naked before

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

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

be a crime to be so

show off even more.

my wolf is calling the shots now. I rise up onto

his bare chest and nibbling his pecs.

mouth, fantasized about dragging

his own

one of Sinclair’s powerful fists forms a handhold in my

hand trails down to the curve

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

my lips. Sinclair’s lips graze mine as he speaks,

absorbing every ounce of my frustration and desire. “But

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

I will treat you exactly how I

his tone but not his hold. “I

cross a line.”

I said you already have?” I challenge, not meaning

I

that I can smell your arousal.” Sinclair purrs, sliding the hand

legs. His thick fingers

and I can barely restrain my moan of

knocking his

teeth at him, feeling wilder and more fearless

removing his fingers from my aching s3x –

that’s the way it’s going to be,

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

ballsy enough to speak to Sinclair

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

knowing what you want

but do you actually know what you

and the next you’re writhing around under him

– that’s offensive. She

rolling her eyes. You’ll

do I.

easy for you to say. I complain. You’re

has to cash them.

like you were some shrinking violet before you

trouble long before you knew your

I realize that

flitting across my face,

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

giving you trouble?” His

form, caressing me almost reverently, even as he

respond for me, “No, I’ve simply

I think I’ll go out and

instead. One who’s not

what I’ve just said, and

He rotates his neck as if

his gaze to me, he looks

have

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