Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

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 my panties, tossing them to the ground-

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

her away with him for a moment, letting Sinclair and I hurry ahead,

apart and find each other again always

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

to spill over and over, my whole body clenching 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

makes me moan again as I cling to him, panting, the echoes of

against me a few moments later when my eyes finally flutter open as I come back to myself. We’re both still panting, hard, and I bury my hands in my mate’s

and pulls it back,

to him, making him see

carrying me with him to a nearby chair that he sinks into, taking me with him to settle into

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

he asks, and then his eyes dip to my

a hand over my mark. There’s a flare of lavender behind my eyes, but a moment later when I pull my hand away the wound is gone. “I’m fine,” I say, smiling at him. “Goddess- born, remember? And like I said

of our suite then, worried. “We should get

a great deal of comfort, to pass control over to you, to let you take charge of me,

is. ” Ella,” he murmurs, pulling me deeper into his lap so that he can lower his face over mine, nudging me with his nose. ” You are my entire