Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 119

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.

she is.” Sinclair croons, extending a single claw and dragging it down the

deep enough to tear the thin fabric

get a peek of

even as heat pools low

as well, and now I’m naked before

gaze travels every inch of my exposed skin, and his pupils dilate

lust. “I have to say I know the feeling.”

be a crime to

show off even more.

is calling the shots now.

chest and nibbling his

about dragging him down to

his own

forms a handhold in my hair, and he tilts

hand trails down to the curve of

claim you, Ella.” He rumbles, sternly and a needy

graze mine as

every ounce of my frustration and desire.

He informs me huskily. “Im going

how I would treat any other naughty she-

“I need you to promise you’ll tell me if

cross a line.”

if I said you already have?” I challenge,

how far I can

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

thick fingers

my cleft, and I can barely restrain

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

teeth at him, feeling wilder and more fearless than

his fingers from my aching

way it’s going to be,

wouldn’t be true control if you didn’t have

ballsy enough

brazen little – Hey,

There’s nothing wrong with knowing what you want and going

you actually know what

provoking him and the next you’re writhing

– that’s offensive. She snipes. Besides, It’s all part of

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

do I.

You’re writing checks but my ass

has to cash them.

were some shrinking violet before you found out about me,

trouble long

into the present, I realize that Dominic

flitting across my face,

in his wolfish smirk, but he

trouble?”

caressing me almost reverently, even as he taunts

time my wolf does respond for me, “No,

anymore. I think I’ll

not afraid

I’ve just said, and suddenly Sinclair’s hands

rotates his neck as if he’s

gaze

have to make sure you can’t

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