Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 279 – Trouble

Ella

“Took you long enough,” I call out when he finally appears. I’m seated on that copy of our bed in the starlit woods. It feels like hours have passed for me, but there’s no way to really know. Time works different here. It was probably just minutes, and my wanting him so badly that made it feel , longer.

“Really,” Sinclair murmurs, his eyes sweeping over me as I sit perched before him, wearing a dark- blue negligee that mirrors the white one I wore the first time we met in this dream state. I toss my hair over my shoulders, letting him smell the arousal on me, letting him know what it is that I want.

He prowls towards me, dressed only in his familiar black dress pants, but with no shirt to block my view of his chiseled abs, the swell of his muscular chest. I feel my mouth go a little dry as I look at him, letting myself want him. He stops at the edge of the bed, towering over me, my heart starting to pound behind my ribcage.

“And here I thought I was going to get a peaceful night’s sleep tonight,” he murmurs, his eyes lingering on the swell of my breasts against the silk of my lingerie.

“Oh,” I reply, raising my eyebrows and pretending to be innocently surprised. I shrug. “Well, if that’s what you want,” I lower myself backwards to lean on my elbows, laying my body out before him and nodding at the space next to me. “Please, make yourself comfortable. I won’t bother you

while you nap.”

”

“Liar,” he smirks, his eyes flashing as he crawls over the bed so that he looms over me. “I know you, trouble. You won’t be able to keep your hands off me.”

“Oh?” I ask, blinking innocently. “Want to see me try?”

“No,” he growls, grabbing me by the neck and pulling my face forward to his. “No, I don’t want that at all.” Then, with aching slowness, he lays his body inch by inch on top of mine. I let my head fall back, my skin singing at the touch of his. So much of this is a repeat of what we were doing just a little bit ago, but the innocence, the restraint, is gone. The feeling of him pressed against me makes me loose with desire, the weight of his body on mine making me moan with wanting him.” There, good girl,” he murmurs against my neck. “That’s what I want. Moan for me.”

My breath starts to come short as I stroke my hands down the hard swell of the muscles of his back, pressing him tighter against me. I can feel the length of him hard and ready, pressed between my legs. I shift my hips, eliciting a growl from him as I grind slowly against that hardness. I press harder, liking the sound, making him want me as much as I want him. I feel myself growing wetter, my body desperate for the feel of him inside me.

“Slow down, trouble,” Sinclair rumbles, pulling his face back to look me in the eye.

“Why,” I ask. Sinclair never stops what could be

“Wait, do you think it’s….is it bad? Is it dangerous for the

he assures me, his eyes gentle as he shakes his head. I

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hadn’t even thought hadn’t

shiver. “As real as this all feels, it’s all in your mind. Your body is resting, peacefully

I whisper, running my hands through his

kiss between my breasts. “So that I could make sure

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have you?” I laugh, gasping a little as he licks a broad stroke up the center of my belly.” As if I couldn’t take you whenever oh…” my head

pace. He gives me a low little laugh, pressing my hips back down when they buck instinctually towards him, urging him forward, begging for more, more. He continues at his torturous pace until I’m panting for him,

he urges, pulling his tongue away for just a moment and making me want to

fisting the sheets in

little bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs and licking me roughly, sliding two of his thick fingers inside of me as he does.

as shudders wrack through my

me through my orgasm, his tongue pressed hard against me. Then, when my chest is heaving and

he murmurs, turning my face to

at me, Ella.”

gentle press of his finger against my

eyes and staring

of him, moving my hand slowly across his head. A shudder passes through him and he

he lowers his own hand to grasp the base of his cock, angling it so that it’s pressed against

on Ella,” he teases, laughing at me a little, riling

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of me –” And it’s true. I feel myself pulsing, wanting him again, greedy despite the body–shaking pleasure he just

want more.

He presses himself just the tiniest bit inside of me then, just the tip of him widening me, stretching me for him, making me gasp in anticipation, remembering what it feels like to have all of him

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fills me, wrapping my arms around the expanse of his back and sinking my teeth into the

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