Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 214 – What You’ve Done To Me

Ella

We don’t spend very long in the bath.

As soon as I’m fed and clean, Sinclair takes me to my nest and lays me out like his own personal feast, and he wastes no time in ravishing me.

I’ve never been frightened of Sinclair. Not at his wildest or grouchiest, not even when he’s on the warpath against others, or assailing me with the full force of his magic. If anything, it’s been an incredible turn on to know that I can call such a powerful man my own, that I’m the sole soft spot in his impenetrable armor.

But when he makes love to me now, I feel afraid. Not for myself – never that – but for the feral energy I can sense swirling through his body. His wolf is in full control and he’s near rabid with desire – ruthless in his affection. He isn’t gentle, nor would I ask him to be. I love his rough passion and savage intensity: the way he makes me feel as if I’m the only woman in the world and he’ll die if he doesn’t have me this instant; the way he drives into me with reckless abandon and earth-shattering skill, drawing sounds I didn’t even know I was capable of making from my mouth before he greedily swallows them with his tongue.

Still, there’s a dark edge to his carnal hunger, as if it’s not just sensual release he seeks, but absolution. The dominance he exerted earlier is nothing compared to the chaotic power fueling him now, and while I might not understand everything behind his actions, I realize that as much as he wants me, he’s also hurting. I’m seeing the results of everything he’s pent up over the last few days, and my wolf is only too eager to submit, to give him whatever solace we can, for however long he needs it.

So I give myself to him completely, letting him claim me over and over again, and trying to survive the endless onslaught of pleasure he delivers. At some point it becomes too much, and my vision blacks out as I crest the peak of yet another orgasm. I don’t fight the darkness, because I know I’m safe in my mate’s arms at long last.

I wake, and instantly I fear

lips, a soft purr rises to meet it, and I shift my worried gaze to follow the comforting rumble. Sinclair stands on the terrace looking

just yet. My heart feels as though it just took a plunge off a high dive, without knowing if there was any water waiting to break my fall. Luckily there was, but my pulse is still racing with the fright. Sinclair strokes my spine and kisses my hair, murmuring sweet nothings in my ear. It takes me longer than it should to calm down, but my wolf is seriously on

ask, unable to keep a petulant note from my voice, my inner

stop since the explosion – I’ve been so focused on getting home. But now I’m here, everything is hitting me at once.” As soon as he says it, he opens the gates and lets the emotion pour through our bond. I’m thankful that he doesn’t try to hide his pain from me,

him softly. ‘They loved you, they would have been happy you survived even

it, or where the bomber is now.” He

not in this alone, Dominic. You don’t have to have all the answers. Your family, your pack – we all love you and we’re in this together.” I remind him, hoping the words don’t sound hollow to a man who has the weight of the whole world on his shoulders. “We’re all mourning for Hugo, for every wolf in those cars.

baby.” Sinclair sighs, his salty tears feeling hot on

afraid to trust that he’s truly here, while also hating that his homecoming carries such heartache. “I would have told you sooner if

I suppose that’s the only reason you were so determined to come after me? Because you knew I

can’t

at me and, as usual, filling me with

shrug and lean my cheek against his shoulder, wishing we didn’t have to have this conversation, but knowing he

okay after the attack, but that’s not the way it sounds.” He sighs, petting my sides. ’You collapsed. You’ve been neglecting your health, and cutting yourself off from the baby? None of that