Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Ella

No, I just got out! My wolf rails defiantly. I want to run more! Let me go!

The kisses cease, and now Sinclair’s fangs close around my scruff, applying pressure. I immediately realize what he’s doing. If he applies enough pressure – especially if he lifts me off the ground – I’ll be completely immobilized. I said shift!

I don’t want to! You can be a wolf whenever you want – but this is my only chance. I protest fiercely, snarling as ferociously as I can. Let me go you big bully.

I can tell the games are over now. Sinclair pulls me up, and suddenly I’m hanging from his jaws, my feet kicking helplessly. Yield Ella! I feel his authoritative growl deep in my bones, and even though I didn’t agree to surrender, my rebelling limbs suddenly still. I go limp, and when Sinclair returns me to the ground I roll onto my back, showing him my belly.

Good girl. Sinclair’s huge black wolf gazes down at me, his emerald eyes blazing with unbridled emotion.

My wolf whimpers in my head. Why does his praise make me feel so incredible?

Because you’re mine. His gravelly voice answers, and I realize that I’ve spoken aloud again. Mine, mine, mine.Before I can think more about his statement, Sinclair is groaning in my head, just look at you, he croons. All rose gold and sass. I know he’s talking about my fur now, which is the same metallic sheen as my strawberry blonde hair. And your little white tummy. He adds, nuzzling the patch of white fluff above my navel. Mmm, my pup. My Ella. He sounds like a caveman, but his next words prove his mind is as sharp as ever. Shift mate, it’s time to finish this.

Finish this? I practically squeak.

Oh yes, Sinclair confirms darkly, his words are so animalistic that I tremble in response. I’m going to mark and claim you before you can get away again. You’re mine, and the whole world is going to know it.

All at once, I realize that the Sinclair I know is not in control. This is his wolf talking now, and suddenly I realize why he warned me not to run from him on the night of the Wild Hunt. The rational part of my brain understood… at least I thought it did… but it’s one thing to imagine it, and a very different matter to experience it.

The last time I met his wolf, I hadn’t been able to hear Sinclair’s thoughts. I hadn’t understood how different the two beings were – though it makes perfect sense that his most primal self would come out when his inner animal is in charge. Still, I can hardly recognize the Sinclair I’ve come to know and love in the beast towering over me. Then again, I hardly recognize myself right now. This is all so surreal.

He wants to claim us. My own wolf swoons, yes, yes, yes!

Listen to her, mate. Sinclair orders, she knows what you need.

realize that we have a problem. Dominic, I don’t know

studies me for a moment, before nodding once in understanding and determination. Don’t

me. Sinclair lifts his muzzle and howls into the night, and my body shudders and jerks, slowly returning to its human form. I feel a sudden and devastating loss to be back in this skin, but the next thing I know Sinclair is a man once more. He bends down and scoops me

that we’re finally going to be

for this?

Yes, but that’s done now. We don’t

of

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and for the first time, I realize I’m naked. My night dress must have shredded when I shifted, and though

feels impossibly vulnerable, to be spread out

gaze travel south of the contoured muscles of his abdomen, to the huge, hard length standing at attention against his navel. I can feel my eyes widen in alarm – I’ve always known that Sinclair is twice my size, but this just seems like overkill. There is no way that thing will

me. A fresh rush of defiance sparks in my chest, and I briefly consider fleeing, but Sinclair shakes his head, still laughing. “Oh no you

I accuse, shooting him

wolf, you haven’t seen anything yet.” He responds ominously. “You’re just lucky I’m not

body, a lethal glint in his green eyes. It feels incredible to know that I have this power over him, that his huge member is hard and pulsing just for me. Feeling devious, I shift on the bed, stretching out my legs and arching

of his mouth quirking up. “Don’t

taking forever.” I trail my fingers down the valley between my breasts, drawing his

rips from his chest, and the next thing I know he’s pounced. I suppose it serves me right for challenging his wolf, but I’m not complaining. He settles in the bed with me, balancing his weight on his elbows and settling his hips between my spread thighs. Sinclair lowers his head, his lethal grace belying the

I had of teasing him further disappear the moment our lips connect. I immediately yield to his dominance, feeling butterflies that have nothing to do with the baby I’m carrying, explode in my belly. I give myself to Sinclair

all my nerve endings are frayed by the surge of electricity he’s sending through my veins.

with stern affection, kissing his way down my body. He pauses to lave the soft spot behind my

if it’s the pregnancy, or if it’s just Sinclair, but I swear I could come from this stimulation alone. His talented tongue flicks over the hard nubs, sending pulses of desire straight to

exactly how badly I need his touch, his own mischievous streak

beg, feeling