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.”

I deftly unbutton his shirt. 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 lips to his, but before I succeed I find myself flipped onto my back. Suddenly the massive Alpha is hovering over me, his eyes

words are dragged out of him in

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

one; suddenly all I can think about is Sinclair 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 going wild with

him claim us! I’ll go crazy if he

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

His sharp eyes are piercing straight through me, and his raw power is washing over me in waves, urging me to submit even as it fuels my lust. “Make no mistake, I can’t

playing with fire. No, not the baby. We can’t hurt the baby. My wolf insists, sounding more conflicted than I’ve ever heard her. Rafe, my Rafe. The horrible thing is that, as guilty as I feel about potentially endangering my unborn child, I’m still

I tell Sinclair, my voice

– we know what you are now, but your wolf is

ask anxiously.

my head, and I realize the predator in question

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

if the voice in my head is speaking out of my own mouth. “But I

is right, mate.” Sinclair purrs, his husky tones vibrating through my body with utmost authority. This isn’t the first time I’ve felt as though I’m speaking directly to his wolf, but it is the first time I’ve experienced my own inner animal taking over in