Accidental Surrogate

Catharsis Ella I barely have time to close the door before Sinclair slams me against it, but I don’t feel an ounce of pain, No, because I need this just as badly as he does – and I want him, hard, now Sinclair grabs me low behind my thighs, yanking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. Eager, already panting, I shove at the fabric of my skirts, getting it out of the way as he moves one hand between us, fumbling at the button of his pants before shoving them down and freeing himself.

Then he returns his hand to me, a single deft move tearing the delicate fabric of Sinclair groans, fierce and feral, as he drives his hard, thick cock deep into me in a single powerful thrust. The moan that rips from my own throat matches his.

Because I want him – need him as badly as he does me at this moment, after that horrible surprise.

We spent two more hours in that hall holding back our emotions, greeting delegations, doing our best playing happy King and Queen while all along our emotions were roiling inside And I could feel it, the whole time, our rage, and our panic, and our desire to end that horrible man and to destroy every single one of the damned Atalaxians, who clearly planned this We passed the emotions back and forth between ourselves down the bond, unable to help it, until we reached this fever pitch.

When it finished – when we were all done greeting delegations – we both know that we needed this – this, and only this, to work out our rage and our frustration somewhere – on each other Roger and Cora had walked away with us and Cora had been confused when I hastily passed the baby to her – because of course, of course she assumed that the last thing I would want with Xander in the palace is to be away from Rafe for a single moment But Roger had taken her arm, and tugged her away with him for a moment, letting Sinclair and I hurry ahead, because he could tell that we needed space.

Space for this, to tear each other apart and find each other again always have as we My back curves with want, with need, my hips pulsing along with each of Sinclair’s steady, long trusts into me. He doesn’t hold himself back for a single second, wrapping his fist into the hair at the back of my neck, pulling my head back and exposing my throat. As he pounds himself into me, venting his pent-up rage, I moan my encouragement to him, telling him to give me more, to go harder.

against him, holding him tight, Sinclair roars, low and deep. And then he lowers his face to my throat and sinks his fangs deep into my mating mark, sending me again into a deep wave of pleasure that

his own end then, spilling himself into me, so thick and heavy, warm and rich that the sensation makes me moan again as I cling to him, panting,

hard against me a few moments later when my eyes finally flutter open as I come back

hands in my mate’s hair, forcing my breaths to

breathing change, Sinclair shakes his head a little and pulls it back, looking up into my face.

“I needed it too. I wanted it, Dominic. Just like that.” He murmurs something unintelligible to me, pulling away

head again, clearing it, and looks back up at me,

his eyes dip to my neck and shoulder, to the

laugh a little and close my eyes for a second, placing

me. “Dominic – I know why I needed that. It…it gives me a great deal of comfort, to pass control over to you, to let you take charge of me, and take care of me. But – how are you? Is it enough? Do you feel…are you all right?” My mate takes a moment to let a growl rumble in his chest, letting me know how deep his pleasure in me is. ” Ella,” he murmurs, pulling me deeper into his lap so that he can lower his face over mine, nudging me with