Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 142

Chapter 142-Claimed

Ella

At first I think Sinclair is angry, but then his lips part in a lethal grin and a growling laugh vibrates in his chest. He slides his hand over my cheek and around my nape, tangling his fingers in my wet hair. “Do you know what it means, to top from the bottom, little wolf?” He inquires ominously, his thumb massaging my neck in steady circles.

“No.” I reply, shifting nervously from foot to foot.

His demeanor is so predatory, so foreboding, ànd I know I’ve miscalculated in my attempt to hurry him up.

“It’s when you try to get your own way by provoking or manipulating me, using reverse psychology.” He explains darkly, “It’s an attempt to take control from your Alpha, your mate, without them realizing you’re doing it.” Sinclair prowls forward, and I instinctively retreat, moving backwards until my back collides with the tile wall. My heart hammers in my chest, and Sinclair rumbles with satisfaction as he watches me try to cope with his dominance. “I was willing to let you get away with making me come too soon because I knowhow hard it’s been on your generous heart to always be on the receiving end in the bedroom, but your mischievous wolf needs to know she can’t trick me into doing things her way.”

“And h-how are you going to teach her?” I ask nervously, a shiver racing down my spine when his green eyes flash with some unnamed emotion.

planning on taking things slowly but making it as fun for you as possible.” Sinclair shares, sliding his knee between my thighs.

it is to exist in this body now that I’m sharing it with a full-fledged wolf. In the past my inner voice has been a comfort or friend, and more rècently a conundrum, now I feel like she’s at the wheel and I’m merely along for the ride. “I think that’s a terrible idea.” I hear myself reply, my voice decidedly sullen. “I shouldn’t have to wait at all when

sweeps my feet off the ground, carrying me out of the shower and not bothering to dry me off befòre unceremoniously tossing me into my nest. I hiss and bare my fangs at him for the offense, but all this does is cause Sinclair to roll me over and pepper my bottom with swift spanks, holding me in place with a hand on the small of my back. I howl and protest, but

there’s something so satisfying about feeling Sinclair take me in hand this way. I blame my wolf – the ridiculous creature loves his dominance in a way I don’t quite understand, but she

seizing my hand and sliding my fingers into his

pins my hands on either side

me now, baby. Will you be okay if I restrain

it sends my foolish wolf into a fresh

immobile and completely vulnerable. For a second I start to panic, but the moment Sinclair hears my he art rate increase,

Sinclair’s retribution. “So lovely.” He observes, petting my swollen sex. “So slick and sensitive.” His thumb works tight circles on my clit as he leans down to tease my nipple with his tongue, and I lift my hips to meet his touch, biting back my needy moan. I’m already

but this knowledge only makes me more defiant. Sinclair lowers his lips to mine, stealing a kiss as he croons, “Such a fierce little wolf.” I nip his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, and he swats my neglected cleft, obviously not the least bit concerned with

at the last second, léaving me disappointed and desperate. I arch into his touch wherever it’s offered, eventually begging him for the release he withholds. Still he doesn’t give in, continuing his relentless pleasure campaign until

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