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

with him for a moment, letting Sinclair and I hurry ahead, because he could tell

this, to tear each other apart and find

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

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 me again into a deep wave of pleasure that

finds his own end then, spilling himself into me, so thick and heavy, warm and rich that the sensation makes me moan again as I cling to him, panting, the

finally flutter open as I come back to myself. We’re

feels my breathing change, Sinclair shakes his head a little and pulls it back, looking up

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

murmurs something unintelligible to me, pulling away from the door and carrying me with him to a nearby chair that he sinks into, taking me with him to settle

for a long few moments before he shakes his head again, clearing it, and looks back up at me, more himself now than he was

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

a second, placing 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.

door to the rest of our suite then,

needed that. It…it gives me a great deal of comfort, to pass control over to you, to let you

his pleasure in 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. ”