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.

croons, extending a single claw

tear the thin

a peek of

heat pools low in my

sweatpants as well, and

inch of my exposed skin, and his

have to say I know

a crime to be so

me preen and show off even more. I

calling the shots now. I rise

his bare chest and nibbling his pecs. I planned on

dragging him down to the bed and

forget his own

one of Sinclair’s powerful fists forms a handhold in my hair, and he

free hand trails down to the curve of my belly,

“Im not going to claim you, Ella.” He rumbles, sternly and

Sinclair’s lips graze mine as he speaks, his

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

offer.” He informs me huskily. “Im going to take control, Ella.

treat you exactly how I would treat any

not his hold. “I need you to promise you’ll tell

cross a line.”

I challenge, not meaning

far I

can smell your arousal.” Sinclair purrs, sliding the

my legs. His thick fingers

my cleft, and I can barely restrain my moan of

mischief,” Sinclair adds, knocking his nose against mine,

him, feeling wilder and more fearless than I can ever

removing his fingers from my aching

“So that’s the way it’s going to

didn’t have to take it. My wolf answers

not quite ballsy enough

– Hey,

nothing wrong with knowing what you want and going

actually know what

writhing around under him

cat – that’s offensive.

hear her rolling her eyes. You’ll see. He needs this,

do I.

for you to say. I complain. You’re writing checks but my ass is the one

has to cash them.

violet before you found out about

trouble

I realize that Dominic has been watching

face, waiting for me to

but he doesn’t show me any mercy.

matter, baby? Your wolf giving you trouble?” His strong

me almost reverently, even as

my wolf does respond for me, “No, I’ve

sniff. “I don’t want your mark anymore. I think I’ll go out

One who’s not afraid

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

but reverent. He rotates his neck as if he’s having to physically force

his gaze

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