Ella

The next thing I know, Sinclair is prowling forward across the room, backing me

towards the bed. He seems barely human, barely in control of his wolf – but I

understand now why he hasn’t sought more comfort from me. I’d gotten so used to his

sultry innuendos and dark promises that I forgot how serious these matters truly are to

wolves. But now I see the truth. I pushed him, forced him to admit things he was trying

to shield me from, then challenged his authority, demanded that he let me do my job.

My inner wolf is a veritable basket case. She’s both excited and intimidated, thrilled

and daunted, eager to please and utterly defiant about the idea of submitting to

anyone – even Sinclair. For weeks now she’s been begging for Sinclair’s mark, and

now that the ridiculous creature is about to get it –

she wants to play hard to get.

The backs of my knees collide with the bed, and Sinclair lifts me as though I weigh

nothing, tossing me back into the plush comfort of my nest.

I scramble onto my hands and knees, baring my teeth at the bossy wolf and emitting a

soft growl. I don’t appreciate him messing up the safe cocoon I created for our pup,

and though something deep down inside of me is quivering with appreciation for his

dominance, I don’t care for his high-handed behavior.

Sinclair unslings the towel still wrapped around his waist, an ominous chuckle on his

lips. “Such a fierce little mate.” He observes, his eyes hooded with desire. “Have you

already forgotten how desperate you’ve been to bare my mark?”

I narrow my eyes as he crawls onto the bed, climbing over the overabundance of

pillows and blankets. He lashes out and catches my ankle, deftly sliding my legs out

from under me and pulling me towards him over the mattress. I yelp in surprise, but

the next thing I know I’m on my back with Sinclair looming

over me, blissfully naked. My eyes scan his chiseled form: from his glorious bronze

skin, which glistens in the low light; to his devilishly handsome face; and all the way

down to the huge, hard member between his legs.

Suddenly I find myself stretching out so he can appreciate my curves, shifting and

writhing against the silken sheets. It’s as if the mere sight of this man was able to steal

my sanity, to make me forget my resolve to make him work for his prize.

a single claw and dragging it down the

only deep enough to tear the thin fabric without touching

feistiness until you get a

indignance even as heat pools low in my

sweatpants as well, and now I’m naked before

my

have to say

a crime

compliments make me preen and show off even more. I

the shots now.

and nibbling his pecs. I planned

his mouth, fantasized about dragging him down to the bed

his

Sinclair’s powerful fists forms a handhold in my hair,

hand trails down to the curve of

going to claim you, Ella.” He rumbles, sternly and

graze mine as he

ounce of my frustration and desire.

He informs me huskily. “Im

I will treat you exactly how I would treat any other naughty she- wolf.”

tone but not his hold. “I need

cross a line.”

said you already have?” I challenge, not meaning a word of it, but wanting

I can

can smell your arousal.”

between my legs. His thick

can barely

knocking his nose against mine, “and your

my teeth at him, feeling wilder and more fearless

only chuckles, removing his fingers

that’s the way

true control if you didn’t have to take it. My wolf

ballsy enough

little – Hey, don’t

what

me, but do you actually know what you want? I silently scoff.

and the next you’re writhing around under him like a cat

that’s offensive. She snipes.

can practically hear her rolling her eyes.

do I.

You’re writing checks

has to cash them.

act like you were some shrinking violet before you found

getting yourself in trouble long before you knew your

I realize that Dominic has been watching

across my face, waiting

is clear in his wolfish smirk, but he

trouble?” His strong hands are moving

almost reverently, even as he

time my wolf does respond for me, “No, I’ve simply changed my mind.” I

your mark anymore. I

instead. One who’s not afraid

what I’ve just said,

but reverent. He rotates his neck as

when he returns his gaze to

that case, I’ll just have to make sure you can’t get

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