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.

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

enough to tear the thin fabric without

and feistiness until you get a peek of

of indignance even as heat pools low in my

as well, and now

ravenous gaze travels every inch of my exposed skin,

say I know

should be a crime to be

compliments make me preen and show off even more. I don’t

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

chest and nibbling his pecs. I planned on kissing

I reached his mouth, fantasized about dragging him

forget his

powerful fists forms a handhold in my hair,

His free hand trails down to the curve

to claim you, Ella.” He rumbles, sternly and

mine as he speaks, his

of my frustration and desire. “But I am going

offer.” He informs me huskily. “Im going to take control, Ella. And if you

how I

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

cross a line.”

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

far I

remind you that I can smell

His thick fingers immediately sink

my cleft, and I can barely restrain my moan of

his nose against mine, “and

my teeth at him, feeling wilder and more fearless than I can ever

fingers from my aching s3x – despite

that’s the way it’s

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

enough to speak to

little – Hey, don’t slut

wrong with knowing what you want and going

do you actually know what you want?

writhing around

offensive. She snipes. Besides, It’s

rolling her eyes. You’ll see. He needs this, and

do I.

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

has to cash them.

violet

in trouble

present, I realize

my face, waiting for

but he

matter, baby? Your wolf giving you trouble?” His strong hands are moving

caressing me almost reverently, even as he

for me,

anymore. I think I’ll go out

instead. One who’s not afraid to claim

realize what I’ve just

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

returns his gaze to me,

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