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.

have

wolf studies me for a moment, before nodding once in understanding and determination. Don’t be afraid, sweet one. I’m going to

this might mean, a wave of pure Alpha energy washes over 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

amazed to think that we’re finally going to be together the way I’ve been dreaming

I’ve been waiting for this?

than I can ever remember being, I grin. Yes, but that’s done now. We don’t have to

full of sultry promise.

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shredded when I shifted, and though I’ve been naked with this man dozens of times

impossibly vulnerable, to be spread out in front of

the past, but now I let my 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 –

the wolf’s deep laughter is washing over 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 dont, you naughty girl. You’ve surrendered.

I accuse, shooting him a sulky

yet.” He responds ominously. “You’re just lucky I’m not putting you over my knee for running like

my 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

mouth quirking up. “Don’t you know that isn’t necessary? I need no encouragement

taking forever.” I trail my fingers down the valley between my breasts, drawing his eyes to their path. “You

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,

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

freezes at once, and all my nerve endings are frayed by the surge of electricity he’s sending through my veins. When Sinclair tries to

way down my body. He pauses to lave the soft spot

I could come from this stimulation alone. His talented tongue flicks over the hard nubs, sending pulses of desire straight to my core. I wonder if Sinclair is still able to hear my thoughts, because he sets up camp here and

closer and closer to my center and drawing away at the last moment. Seeming to know exactly how badly I need his touch, his own mischievous streak

please!” I finally beg, feeling close to