Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Ella

“Sometimes it amazes me that I can even be with you this way.” I tell Sinclair, nuzzling his shoulder. We’re still in his bed, and I’m not fully recovered from our conversation yet. I’m beginning to think a hypnotist might truly be necessary in order to open the doors to my past, but for right now I’m merely thrilled to revel in the heady glow of our love nest. “I learned to trust Mike with my body – but I could never tell him any of this… then again, he wouldn’t have wanted to know.”

Sinclair purrs, “Well if you hadn’t already figured it out, I think it’s fair to say you’ve made a serious upgrade from that weasel.”

“Oh I know it.” I reply, my head whirling with emotions. I still feel a bit fragile, but I’m also aching to feel close to Sinclair. I need to feel his steady strength, and I want to stop dwelling in the past. I want to make new memories with this man – good memories to replace all the bad ones hanging over my head. “You are better in every way, Dominic.” I tell him in a sultry tone, moving to straddle his waist.

Sinclair chuckles, running his hands up my thighs and underneath the hem of my night dress, settling on my hips “Are you trying to seduce me, trouble?”

“I’m just curious to see if reality can live up to my dreams.” I shrug, trying not to feel too embarrassed by my brazen behavior. “You know, that was the first time I’ve ever had an orgasm I didn’t give myself.”

“Oh really?” His pupils dilate, black pools slowly eating up his emerald irises. “You really weren’t kidding about Mike’s shortcomings.”

I bite my lip and shake my head, lowering my body to his until the tips of my breasts graze his muscular chest. “And I haven’t even experienced it for real yet.”

Sinclair groans, his fists compulsively squeezing my bare skin. “Baby, we’ve been over this. If we start this, I won’t be able to stop.”

Inch after inch of his contoured abs appear, dusted with a swath of dark hair. I slide my palms over the hard planes, pushing the fabric of his clothing out of the way. I nibble his jaw and lean up to press my

but the words are dragged out of him in a ragged growl. “If

claiming me, the little voice in my head goes wild, Oh yes, please. My wolf begs. I need to be his.

sinking his teeth into that special spot. I need to feel that one-ness with him, the white light which burst in my soul at the height of our shared dream. I was already turned on, but now my desire skyrockets. I’m

us! I’ll go crazy

baby, it’s simply that this need has knocked all the logic out of my head. “The doctor was only guessing – no one really knows how this all works.” I press, reaching for him again. Sinclair promptly catches my wrists and pins them above my head. I’m completely immobilized, which I would have expected to frighten me or trigger a panic attack, instead it fills me with a sense of utter safety. I peek up at him from beneath my

“Please don’t make this harder than it has to be. The risks are too great.” His sharp eyes are piercing straight through me,

lip begins to quiver as I realize I’m truly playing with fire. No, not the baby. We can’t hurt the baby. My wolf insists, sounding more conflicted than I’ve ever heard

I tell Sinclair, my

thought you did. It’s just your instincts. I’m afraid that dream was a blessing and a curse – we know what you are now, but your wolf is also fighting harder to come out now

we do?” I ask anxiously. “How do I

question does

ravenous and reassuring. “I’ll give you the relief you need, and if your wolf pushes me to claim her, I’ll remind her who’s in charge here.” His dark promise sends a delicious shiver down my spine, but Sinclair is still speaking low in my ear. “It’s the most

his arms, whimpering pitifully. When I speak, it’s as if the voice in my head is speaking out of

authority. This isn’t the first time I’ve felt as though I’m speaking directly to his wolf, but it