Surrogate For Alpha Dom

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.

Sinclair croons, extending a single claw and dragging it down the

top, only deep enough to tear the thin fabric without touching

and feistiness until you get a peek of something

pools low in

well, and now

ravenous gaze travels every inch of my exposed

say I know the feeling.” He

should be a crime to

me preen and show off even more. I don’t understand

but my wolf is calling the shots now. I

up his bare chest and nibbling his pecs. I planned

fantasized about dragging him

forget his

powerful fists forms a handhold

hand trails down to the curve of

you, Ella.” He rumbles, sternly

as

of my frustration and desire. “But I am going to take

He informs me huskily. “Im going to

exactly how I would treat any other

his hold. “I need you to promise you’ll tell me if

cross a line.”

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

I can

that I can smell your arousal.” Sinclair

tummy between my legs. His thick fingers

my cleft, and I can barely restrain my moan

adds, knocking his

snap my teeth at him, feeling wilder and

only chuckles, removing his fingers from

the way it’s going to be,

have to take it.

quite ballsy enough to speak

little –

knowing what you want and

you actually know what you want? I silently

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

don’t call me a cat – that’s offensive. She snipes. Besides,

hear her rolling her eyes. You’ll see.

do I.

to say. I complain. You’re writing checks but my ass is

has to cash them.

violet

yourself in trouble

I realize

flitting across my face,

is clear in his wolfish smirk, but he doesn’t

trouble?” His

reverently, even as he

my wolf does respond for me, “No,

your mark anymore. I think I’ll go out and try

instead. One who’s not

as I realize what I’ve just said, and suddenly Sinclair’s hands

rotates his neck as if he’s having

down, and when he returns his gaze to me, he looks

just have to make sure you can’t