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.

single claw and dragging it

my top, only deep enough to tear the thin fabric

and feistiness until you get a peek of something you like.” I

flash of indignance even as heat pools low in my belly.

sweatpants as well, and

of my exposed

to say I know

should be a crime to be so

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

is calling the shots now. I rise up onto my

chest and nibbling his

fantasized about dragging him

forget his

of Sinclair’s powerful fists forms a handhold in my hair, and

me captive. His free hand trails down to the curve of my belly,

you,

lips. Sinclair’s lips graze mine as he

ounce of my frustration and desire. “But I am going to take

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

I would treat any other

hold. “I need

cross a line.”

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

I can

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

legs. His thick fingers immediately sink

cleft, and I can barely restrain my moan of

knocking his nose against

wilder and more fearless

chuckles, removing his fingers from my aching

way it’s going to

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

ballsy enough

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

with knowing what you want

you actually know what you want? I silently scoff.

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

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

can practically hear her rolling her eyes.

do I.

I complain. You’re writing checks but my

has to cash them.

violet

in trouble long

I

face, waiting for

smirk, but he doesn’t show me any

giving you trouble?” His

caressing me almost reverently,

respond for me, “No,

mark anymore. I think I’ll go out and

One who’s not afraid to

I realize what I’ve just

as

down, and when he returns his gaze

case, I’ll just have