Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Sinclair

When I wake, it’s to the feeling of Ella’s round bottom undulating against my hard cock. Her back is flush to my chest, her naked body perfectly cushioned by my much larger form on one side, and the boundary of her nest on the other. I have no doubt I’was already swollen with arousal when she roused, as sleeping beside her every night is an ever-increasing challenge, especially now that our relationship has become overtly romantic. I fell asleep with her honeyed nectar still lingering on my tongue, after yet another session of pleasuring Ella unconscious to try and pacify her wolf.

I open my eyes, tightening my arms on the sweet bundle and trying to silence the excited growls of my wolf. Such a needy little mate. He’s crooning.

My Ella. Mine, mine, mine. It hasn’t escaped his notice that my mouth is mere inches away from her lovely neck. So close, it would be so easy, so simply. Just one little bite.

I rumble in sympathy, pressing my lips to that special juncture where her shoulder curves up into the graceful column of her throat, but forcing myself to go no further.

This is my consolation prize. I can kiss her claiming spot all I want, I can even give it the occasional nibble. maybe a frequent nibble… or a little nip.. just a tiny baby bite… NO! I quickly break myself out of the reverie, cursing Ella’s delicious scent.

This is torture. My wolf complains. I can’t believe the Goddess would send us a mate then refuse us the ability to claim her. It’s sadistic – criminal even!

Ella, for her part, isn’t making the situation any easier. The naughty creature is still rubbing her bottom suggestively against me, but she’s also pretending to be asleep.

She’s taking determinedly even breaths, much too intentional and heavy to compare to the gentle sighs of her usual dozing.

I’ve spent much more time than I’d like to admit watching this little wolf sleep, and I know an act when I see it. The nerve, I think in complete amusement. As if all her rocking and wriggling is just tossing and turning, and not a calculated assault.

“I know you’re awake, trouble.” I purr in her ear, quickly rewarded with a small giggle. Chuckling myself, I prop myself onto and elbow and roll Ella onto her back, both relieved and disappointed to lose the stimulation of her lush behind. I duck my head and claim her lips, dragging my palm down to her swollen breasts I steal the breath from her lungs.

Ella moans and arches into my hand, and I drag my thumb over her beaded n!pple. We carry on this way for a while, saying good morning with our bodies instead of our voices, and enjoying every last moment.

When I finally pull back, bumping her pert nose with my own, I fall headfirst into the bottomless pools of her golden eyes. “Well, imp? What do you have to say for yourself?”

brazen thing actually bats

and it was practically stabbing me, what else was I supposed to

done much

there are about a dozen different and completely debauched ways I would have chosen

already racing through my mind: images of Ella splayed before me, whimpering

were supposed to wake me up so I could get things under control – not try to seduce me.” I grin, flashing my fangs so she knows

head back and groans.

to touch me all you want, and I never

I don’t trust myself not to lose control.” I remind her for the tenth time, already anticipating her usual rebuttal of: but you’re always in control. “ All bets are off when it comes

peeks up at me curiously, “I was thinking.” She begins

prompt, tracing my fingers

more dream dates.” Ella muses hopefully. “Then we could both get some fun out of

surprise. “Sweetheart, do you imagine that I’m not getting fun out

answers, her skin flushing bright red. “In fact I think you might enjoy it too much.” She adds ruefully, earning a laugh in reply. I know she’s been overwhelmed by my dedication to making her see stars

like giving pleasure too.” She finally admits, “and I feel guilty

much, if not more, than she wants to receive it, but I wasn’t joking about my struggles with control. “Im sorry, baby.” I profess honestly, pressing a deep, lingering kiss to her l!ps. “I know it’s difficult. And believe me, I wish

buried

exclaims, cutting me off and

love her blushes, and I never want to lose the ability to

even in our dreams?” Ella

I think it would be dangerous to try while sleeping together. If I can actually feel you in my arms, while I’m making love to you in my head… it would just be a recipe for disaster. I might even claim you while

disappointment. “Okay, I suppose