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

tear the thin fabric without touching my

you get a peek of something you like.” I

heat pools low in my belly.

as well, and now

travels every inch of my exposed skin, and his

“I have to say I know the feeling.”

a crime

compliments make me preen and show off even more. I

but my wolf is calling the shots now. I rise up onto my

bare chest and

reached his mouth, fantasized about dragging him down

forget his own

Sinclair’s powerful fists forms a handhold in my hair,

trails down to the

pup. “Im not going to claim you,

lips graze mine as he speaks, his

frustration and desire. “But I am going to

“Im going to take control,

will treat you exactly how I would treat any other naughty she- wolf.”

“I need you to promise you’ll

cross a line.”

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

far I can

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

tummy between my legs. His thick

I can barely restrain my moan

your mischief,” Sinclair adds, knocking his nose against

wilder

his fingers from my aching s3x – despite

that’s the way

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

enough to

You brazen little – Hey,

knowing what you want

you actually know what

you’re writhing around

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

silly.I can practically hear her rolling her eyes. You’ll see. He

do I.

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

has to cash them.

like you were some shrinking violet before you found out about me,

trouble long before you knew your true

into the present, I realize that Dominic

face, waiting for me to

smirk, but he doesn’t show

trouble?” His strong hands

form, caressing me almost reverently, even

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

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

not afraid

I’ve just said, and

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

gaze to me, he

case, I’ll just have to make sure