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.

croons, extending a single

enough to tear the thin

feistiness until you get a

indignance even as heat pools low in my

well, and now I’m

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

say I know the feeling.” He

should be a crime to be so

off even more. I don’t understand

my wolf is calling the shots now. I rise up

hands up his bare chest and nibbling his pecs. I planned

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

his own

forms a handhold

captive. His free hand trails down to

you,

as he

and desire. “But I am going

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

exactly how I would treat any other

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

cross a line.”

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

how far I can push

you that I can smell your arousal.” Sinclair

my legs. His thick fingers immediately sink into

and I can

Sinclair adds, knocking his nose

wilder and more fearless than I can ever

removing his fingers from my

the way it’s going to be,

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

enough to

demand. You brazen little – Hey, don’t slut shame me.

with knowing what you

what

the next you’re writhing around

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

her rolling her eyes. You’ll see. He needs

do I.

I complain. You’re writing checks but

has to cash them.

you were some shrinking violet before you found out

trouble

back into the present, I realize that Dominic has been watching

across my face, waiting for me

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

baby? Your wolf giving you trouble?” His strong hands

almost reverently, even

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

your mark anymore. I think I’ll go out

One who’s not afraid

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

as if he’s having to

he returns his gaze

have to make sure you can’t