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.

croons, extending a single claw

top, only deep enough to tear the

a peek of something you like.” I

heat pools low in my belly. His

as well, and now

every inch of my exposed

say I know the

a crime to be so

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

but my wolf is calling the

chest and nibbling his pecs. I planned on kissing

reached his mouth, fantasized about dragging

his own

one of Sinclair’s powerful fists forms a handhold

me captive. His free hand trails down to

not going to claim you,

lips graze mine as

my frustration and desire. “But I am

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

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

his hold. “I need

cross a line.”

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

how far I

can smell your arousal.” Sinclair purrs, sliding the

between my legs. His thick fingers immediately sink

I can

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

my teeth at him, feeling wilder and more

only chuckles, removing his fingers

“So that’s the way it’s going to

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

ballsy enough to speak to Sinclair

little – Hey,

wrong with knowing what you want and going after

you actually know what

writhing around

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

rolling her eyes. You’ll see. He needs

do I.

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

has to cash them.

some shrinking violet before

You were getting yourself in trouble long before you knew

the present, I realize

flitting across my face, waiting for me to

clear in his wolfish smirk, but he doesn’t

baby? Your wolf giving you trouble?” His

reverently, even as

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

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

not afraid to

what I’ve just said, and

his neck as

returns his gaze

case, I’ll just have to make

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