Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 112 – Ella Tempts Fate

Ella

“Sometimes it amazes me that I can even be with you this way.” I tell Sinclair, nuzzling his shoulder. We’re still in his bed, and I’m not fully recovered from our conversation yet. I’m beginning to think a hypnotist might truly be necessary in order to open the doors to my past, but for right now I’m merely thrilled to revel in the heady glow of our love nest. “I learned to trust Mike with my body – but I could never tell him any of this… then again, he wouldn’t have wanted to know.”

Sinclair purrs, “Well if you hadn’t already figured it out, I think it’s fair to say you’ve made a serious upgrade from that weasel.”

“Oh I know it.” I reply, my head whirling with emotions. I still feel a bit fragile, but I’m also aching to feel close to Sinclair. I need to feel his steady strength, and I want to stop dwelling in the past. I want to make new memories with this man – good memories to replace all the bad ones hanging over my head. “You are better in every way, Dominic.” I tell him in a sultry tone, moving to straddle his waist.

Sinclair chuckles, running his hands up my thighs and underneath the hem of my night dress, settling on my hips “Are you trying to seduce me, trouble?”

“I’m just curious to see if reality can live up to my dreams.” I shrug, trying not to feel too embarrassed by my brazen behavior. “You know, that was the first time I’ve ever had an orgasm I didn’t give myself.”

“Oh really?” His pupils dilate, black pools slowly eating up his emerald irises. “You really weren’t kidding about Mike’s shortcomings.”

I bite my lip and shake my head, lowering my body to his until the tips of my breasts graze his muscular chest. “And I haven’t even experienced it for real yet.”

bare skin. “Baby, we’ve been over

as I deftly unbutton his shirt. Inch after inch of his contoured abs appear, dusted with a swath of dark hair. I slide my palms over the hard planes, pushing the fabric of his clothing out of the way. I nibble his jaw and lean up

insists, but the words are dragged out of him in a ragged growl. “If I claim you it might wake your

mistake. The moment he mentions claiming me, the little voice in my head goes wild, Oh yes, please. My wolf

one; suddenly all I can think about is Sinclair sinking his teeth into that special spot. I need to feel that one-ness with him, the white light which burst in my soul at the height of our shared dream. I was already turned on, but now my desire skyrockets. I’m going wild with need for him, and all other thoughts have

him claim us! I’ll go crazy if he

I suggest. It’s not that I don’t care about the risk to my baby, it’s simply that this need has knocked all the logic out of my head. “The doctor was only guessing – no one really knows how this all works.” I press, reaching for him again. Sinclair promptly catches my wrists and pins them above my head. I’m completely immobilized, which I would have expected to frighten me or trigger a panic attack, instead it fills me with a sense of utter safety.

be. The risks are too great.” His sharp eyes are piercing straight through me, and his raw power is washing over me in waves, urging me to submit even as it fuels my lust. “Make

We can’t hurt the baby. My wolf insists, sounding more conflicted than I’ve ever heard her. Rafe, my Rafe. The horrible thing is that, as guilty as I feel about potentially endangering my unborn child, I’m

I tell

know, little one.” Sinclair assures me, “I never thought you did. It’s just your instincts. I’m afraid that dream was a blessing and a curse – we know what you are now, but your wolf is also fighting harder to come out now that she’s

ask anxiously. “How do I keep her at

low growl sounds in my head, and I realize the predator in question does not appreciate this suggestion. Oh hush. I scold

his fangs at me in a way that’s both ravenous and reassuring. “I’ll give you the relief you need, and if your wolf pushes me to claim her, I’ll remind her who’s in charge here.” His dark promise sends a delicious shiver down my spine, but Sinclair is

arms, whimpering pitifully. When I speak, it’s as if the voice in my head is speaking out of my own mouth. “But