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

deep enough to tear the thin fabric without

and feistiness until you get a peek of something

heat pools low in my belly.

and now I’m naked

my exposed skin, and his pupils

say

should be a crime to be

show off even more. I don’t understand why

is calling the shots now. I rise up onto my

his bare chest and nibbling his pecs. I planned

mouth, fantasized about dragging him down

his

forms a handhold in my hair, and he

holding me captive. His free hand trails down to

pup. “Im not going to claim you, Ella.” He rumbles, sternly and a

graze mine as he speaks,

of my frustration and desire. “But I am

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

I would treat any other naughty she- wolf.”

“I need you to promise you’ll

cross a line.”

challenge, not meaning a

far I

smell your

legs. His thick fingers immediately

can barely

mischief,” Sinclair adds, knocking his nose

wilder and more fearless than

fingers from my aching s3x

way it’s going to

be true control if you didn’t have to

quite ballsy enough to

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

wrong with knowing what you want

actually know what

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

call me a cat – that’s offensive. She snipes.

her eyes.

do I.

I complain. You’re writing

has to cash them.

some shrinking violet before you

You were getting yourself in trouble long before

present, I realize that Dominic has

my face, waiting for

but he doesn’t show me any mercy.

Your wolf giving you trouble?” His strong hands

me almost reverently, even as he taunts

me, “No, I’ve simply changed

your mark anymore. I think

who’s not afraid

realize what I’ve just said, and suddenly Sinclair’s hands

as if he’s having

and when he returns his gaze

just have to make sure you

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