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.

is.” Sinclair croons, extending a single claw and dragging it down the

top, only deep enough to tear the thin fabric without

feistiness until you get a

as heat pools

as well, and now

inch of my exposed skin, and his pupils dilate

have to say I know the feeling.”

should be a crime to be

show off even more. I don’t understand

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

his bare chest and nibbling his pecs. I

about dragging him down

his

fists forms a handhold in

holding me captive. His free hand trails down

to claim you,

mine as he

and desire.

huskily. “Im going to take control, Ella.

how I would treat any other naughty she-

hold. “I need you to promise you’ll tell

cross a line.”

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

how far I can push

remind you that I can smell your

my legs. His thick fingers immediately sink into

and I can barely restrain my moan

mischief,” Sinclair adds, knocking his

at him, feeling wilder and more fearless than I can

removing his fingers from my aching s3x – despite

that’s the way it’s going to

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

quite ballsy enough to speak

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

knowing what you want and going

but do you actually know what you want? I

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

her eyes.

do I.

easy for you to say. I complain. You’re writing checks but my ass

has to cash them.

violet before you found out about

getting yourself in trouble long before you

into the present, I realize that Dominic has

face, waiting for

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

trouble?” His

reverently,

time my wolf does respond for me, “No, I’ve simply changed

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

instead. One who’s not afraid to

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

He rotates his neck as

when he returns his gaze to

have to make