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.

croons, extending a single claw and dragging it down the

to tear the thin fabric without touching my delicate

a peek of

heat pools low in

well, and now

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

“I have to say

should be a crime to be

and show off even

but my wolf is calling the shots now. I

up his bare chest and nibbling

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

his

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

free hand trails

you,

lips. Sinclair’s lips graze mine as he speaks, his eyes

ounce of my frustration and desire.

huskily. “Im going

will treat you exactly how I would treat

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

cross a line.”

have?” I challenge, not

far I can

I can smell your arousal.” Sinclair purrs, sliding

legs. His thick fingers

my cleft, and I can barely restrain

mischief,” Sinclair adds, knocking his nose against

at him, feeling wilder and more fearless than I can

his fingers from my aching s3x –

the way it’s going to be,

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

ballsy enough to speak to

– Hey,

There’s nothing wrong with knowing what

know what you want?

the next you’re writhing

offensive. She snipes. Besides, It’s all

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

do I.

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

has to cash them.

some shrinking violet before you found

trouble long before

myself back into the present, I realize that

face, waiting for me

wolfish smirk, but he

wolf giving you trouble?” His strong hands are moving

me almost reverently, even as he

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

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

who’s not afraid to claim

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

He rotates his neck as if

he returns his gaze to

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

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