Accidental Surrogate

Ella

Darkness, terror, pain – my wolf being torn away.

Blinding light, loss… emptiness.

I wake screaming, for the sixth day in a row. It’s been a week since Leon uncovered the memory of having my wolf bound, and every night has passed in the same exhausting pattern. I stay awake as long as possible, until I can no longer keep my eyes open, and then there is no time to consider calling my mate. The demons descend the moment I relax my defenses, and I’m helpless to keep them at bay.

Phil!ppe rushes in, a familiar look of worry on his face. His eyes go straight to me rather than scanning the room for threats, because by now he’s learned that the greatest threats are in my head. “Are you okay?” He asks, frowning.

I nod, sitting up in my nest and pushing the blankets away, “It’s just more of the same.”

My phone rings at my bedside, and I take a deep breath before answering Sinclair’s call. “Good morning, mate.”

“Good morning, trouble.” He rumbles warmly, “You missed another dream date:”

“I know,” I say regretfully. “Im sorry, I’ve just been so exhausted that I fall asleep before I can think about dreams.” In truth the nightmares claim me before I can hear my mate’s calls, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to admit that to the overprotective Alpha.

Phil!ppe scowls disapprovingly, crossing his arms over his c.hest in obvious admonition for my lie. I shoot him a warning glare to keep his mouth shut, and he offers me one final glower before retreating from the room so we can finish our call in private.

“Turn on your camera, baby.” Sinclair instructs, “I want to see you.

I do as he asks, hoping I don’t have dark circles beneath my eyes. “Where are you now?” I ask, leaning back against my pillows.

His handsome face appears on the screen, deep green eyes drinking me in like a blind man who’s only just regained his sight. Sinclair is still abed as well, and I can see a hint of his bare c.hest at the bottom of the feed, his muscles flexing and relaxing as he gets comfortable. “The White Claw territory.” Sinclair answers, sounding drowsy still. “

This Alpha is a tricky one – very cunning and difficult to read. He’s unpredictable too, and I’m not sure how to best approach him.”

“His past politics don’t give any hint?” I ask, feeling more awake than my mate seemns. “His voting record?”

not one for deals and alliances. He votes based on what’s best for

conquers the continent’ card, or

always Works wonders – possibly because it calms me every bit as much as

Sinclair murmurs, “But I don’t really want to talk

about?” I inquire slyly, “summit plans? The refugee camp? What color dress I should

about we discuss why on earth you’re wearing clothes

besides, you’re not here. Just because you want me n.aked

arm is moving just out

nightdress. “I seem to remember a certain bossy wolf telling me that my pleasure belongs to him. and forbidding me from touching myself because it’s his responsibility as my màte.”I pull down the fabric to expose one of my b.reasts,

that so?” Sinclair inquires darkly, his wolf

legs. “It’s been so long since I felt your touch, Dominic.” I might be doing this for show, but

were trying to earn yourself a spanking. But I’l forgive this much because I’m away, just as

cue, I sink ny fingerS into my soaked channel, gasping and m0aning at the sensation, even as I wish it were his hands on my body, his hardness filling me. “Oh you’re really in for it now.” Sinclair warns me, all grumbly and foreboding. My pulse races and my l.ust spikes as his own movements become more pronounced. He watches me like a starving man as he rubs his hard member, making me feel beautiful and

had both hands free so I could give

things you’re going to do to me when you

shifting his own phone so that I

answer, my voice little more than a whisper. “You’ll k!ss me until my knees go weak… and then you’ll str!p off my clothes and explore evèry inch of my body with your mouth and hands, discovering the ways my shape has changed and teasing me until I’m writhing underneath you.. and then… and then,

mate takes over. “And then I won’t be able to wait any longer.” Sinclair tells me sensually. “It’s been too long, and I’ll be nearly desperate to be inside you. After all this is only the first time of many, so I won’t worry about pacing myself or letting you off easy for all of your mischief while I’ve been

sounding as if he’s barely hanging onto his control. “And don’t you dare come yet, because I’m not done telling you my plans.” I whine needily, and he only purrs with satisfaction.

I’m so close.”

enjoying seeing what

trying to deny his words or hold

not loving putting on this