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

had taken her arm, and tugged her away with him for a moment,

each other apart and find

curves with want, with need, my hips pulsing along with each of Sinclair’s steady, long trusts into me. He doesn’t hold himself back for a single second, wrapping his fist into the hair at the

panting, and when my body begins to come to its crest, as I begin 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

spilling himself into me, so thick and heavy, warm and rich that the sensation makes me moan again as I

leaning hard 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 hair, forcing my breaths to

and pulls it back, looking up into my

sensing the apology on his tongue. I stare into his face, nodding to him, making him see

with him to a nearby chair that he sinks

his head again, clearing it, and looks back up at me, more himself now than he was a few minutes ago when we

and then his eyes dip to my neck and shoulder, to the blood there.

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

door to the rest of our suite

know why I needed that. It…it gives me a great deal of comfort, to pass control over to you, to let you take charge of me, and take care of me. But – how are you? Is it enough? Do

his lap so that he can lower his face over mine, nudging me with his nose. ” You