Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 241 Ella and Sinclair Celebrate

Ella

After Leon leaves Sinclair takes me to bed, though not for the reason I initially hoped. I cling to him as he tries to place me in my nest, “What are you doing?” I inquire indignantly.

“Trying to help you get comfortable.” He replies, petting my cheek. ‘You need to rest.”

“You promised we’d cuddle.” I remind him, refusing to let go. I wrap my legs around his back, hanging off of him like a very round sloth.

“I did, but I think we both know that’s not what you’re interested in right now.” Sinclair rumbles affectionately, gently detaching my limbs from his big body. I huff and stretch out beneath him, wriggling out of my clothes and enticing him with my lush curves. His emerald eyes rake over my naked skin with open appreciation, and I hear his wolf grumbling with barely contained desire.

He’s not wrong about my intentions. This is the ether’s doing – a side effect I haven’t yet experienced because Sinclair hasn’t been with me during the previous sessions. The drug is not only consuming my mind in a haze of dreamy images and surreal illusions, but the euphoric sensations which once seemed like innocent joy now translate into overwhelming lust.

With Sinclair’s heady aroma and dominant energy filling my senses, my limbs become deliciously heavy, and a sultry heat radiates from my core. My blood simmers and pulses, accumulating in my breasts and dripping sex, swelling them with carnal need. My love for my mate is so powerful in this moment that I can’t even contemplate keeping it to myself. It wants to pour out of me in a great rush, to drown my mate in affection and bring us both to rapture.

“We just discovered something wonderful, Dominic.” I state in a voice as smooth as silk. “We should celebrate.”

the right state of mind for that.” He declares firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Besides, not all of that

the blanket off of me and sidling closer to him. “The ether isn’t making me imagine I want you, Dominic. I always want you.” I profess, leaning into his side and kissing his neck.

exactly what I’m going to do, you naughty thing.” Sinclair answers sternly, “now stop flirting with me

the pile of pillows. Sinclair’s hungry gaze follows my every move, and I sense his dire temptation through our bond. A flash of devious inspiration strikes, and I

on display like this… tempting me with all your honey?” He removes his hand only to take his fingers into his mouth, licking my arousal from his long fingers with a rumble of pleasure. The scandalous sight leaves me panting, but then

answer, baby.” He nips my trembling lower lip. “When the ether wears off I’m going to rut you senseless, but not before I teach you what happens to bad girls who try to top

that before.” I object, my sex clenching with the memory of

kissing me fiercely. * Lucky for you

my utter dismay, my mate is as good as his word. A few hours later I’m spread-eagled

to orgasm over and over again as my mate overwhelms me with more pleasure than I can bear. I never know how Sinclair is going to punish me, and today he seems to have decided to teach me to be careful what I wish for – by giving me too much of it. Frankly I can’t decide whether it’s worse to be overwhelmed with too many climaxes or denied them until I’m a begging, babbling mess. At this point I’m so sensitive that the slightest touch can send me over the edge

all day long.” Sinclair replies, guiding me onto my hands and knees. ‘You’re lucky I’m so

with me leaving in less than a week.

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