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

deep enough to tear the thin fabric without touching

and feistiness until you get a

flash of indignance even as heat pools low

as well, and now I’m

my exposed skin, and

have to say I know the feeling.”

crime to be

and show off even more. I don’t

calling the shots now.

up his bare chest and nibbling his pecs.

his mouth, fantasized about dragging him down to the

forget his own

powerful fists forms a handhold in my hair, and he tilts my

captive. His free hand trails down to the curve of my

our pup. “Im not going to claim you, Ella.”

mine as he

every ounce of my frustration and desire. “But

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

how I

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

cross a line.”

you already have?” I challenge, not meaning a

how far I

I can smell your arousal.” Sinclair

His thick fingers immediately sink into the

my cleft, and I can barely restrain

his

him, feeling wilder and more fearless than I

his fingers from my

the way it’s

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

not quite ballsy enough to speak to

demand. You brazen little – Hey,

There’s nothing wrong with knowing what you want

you actually know what you want? I silently scoff.

provoking him and the next you’re writhing

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

her eyes.

do I.

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

has to cash them.

violet before you found

yourself in trouble

I realize that Dominic has been watching

across my face, waiting for me

wolfish smirk, but he doesn’t show me

you trouble?” His strong hands

form, caressing me almost reverently,

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

I think I’ll go out and try

instead. One who’s not afraid

me as I realize what I’ve just said, and

rotates his neck as if he’s having

gaze to me, he looks absolutely

in that case, I’ll just have to make sure