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

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

me, his eyes gentle as he shakes his head. I take a

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relaxing against him. I hadn’t even thought

he whispers to me, pressing a soft kiss to my mating mark, making me shiver. “As real as this all feels, it’s all in your mind. Your body is resting, peacefully asleep. What we do

whisper, running my hands through

a kiss between my breasts. “So that I could make sure I get to taste as much of you

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if I couldn’t take you

over my clit, torturing me with its softness, his languorous pace. He gives me a low little laugh, pressing my hips back down when they buck instinctually towards him, urging him

he urges, pulling his tongue away for just a moment and

the sheets in my

of my thighs and licking me roughly, sliding two of his thick fingers inside of me as he does. I come absolutely

as shudders wrack through my

chest is heaving and my eyes are

my face

at me, Ella.”

his

eyes and staring into my mate’s

and I obey again, reaching down between us to grasp the thick velvet warmth of him, moving my hand slowly across his head. A shudder passes through him and he presses his eyes closed for a moment, and then looks back at me. “Ask me

grasp the base of his cock, angling it so that it’s pressed against my

riling me. “You said you could take

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me –” And it’s

want more.

eyes fly open to hold his own. 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 in me –

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fills me, wrapping my arms around the expanse of his back and sinking my teeth into the skin of his shoulder. He shouts as well, a shudder rocking through his frame as his body, his need, takes over, pulsing

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