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.

extending a single claw

deep enough to tear the thin fabric

you get a peek of something you like.”

indignance even as heat pools low

well, and now

ravenous gaze travels every inch of my exposed skin, and

“I have to say

should be a crime to be so

and show off even

wolf is calling the shots now. I rise up

hands up his bare chest and nibbling

reached his mouth, fantasized about dragging him down to the bed

forget his own

forms a handhold in my hair, and he tilts

trails down to the curve

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

my lips. Sinclair’s lips graze mine as he speaks,

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

“Im going to take control, Ella. And if

how I would treat

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

cross a line.”

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

far I can

that I can smell your arousal.” Sinclair purrs, sliding the

between my legs. His thick fingers immediately sink

cleft, and I can barely restrain

adds, knocking his nose against mine, “and your

my teeth at him, feeling wilder and more fearless than I

fingers from my aching s3x –

that’s the way it’s going to be,

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

enough to

little – Hey, don’t slut shame

nothing wrong with knowing what you want and

do you actually know what you want? I silently scoff.

and the next you’re writhing around under him

call me a cat – that’s offensive. She snipes. Besides, It’s all part of

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

do I.

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

has to cash them.

violet before

in trouble long before you knew your true

the present, I

flitting across my face, waiting for me

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

you trouble?”

caressing me almost reverently, even as he taunts

does respond for me,

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

instead. One who’s not afraid to claim what’s

realize what I’ve

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

gaze to me, he looks absolutely lethal.

case, I’ll just have to make