Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 214 – What You’ve Done To Me

Ella

We don’t spend very long in the bath.

As soon as I’m fed and clean, Sinclair takes me to my nest and lays me out like his own personal feast, and he wastes no time in ravishing me.

I’ve never been frightened of Sinclair. Not at his wildest or grouchiest, not even when he’s on the warpath against others, or assailing me with the full force of his magic. If anything, it’s been an incredible turn on to know that I can call such a powerful man my own, that I’m the sole soft spot in his impenetrable armor.

But when he makes love to me now, I feel afraid. Not for myself – never that – but for the feral energy I can sense swirling through his body. His wolf is in full control and he’s near rabid with desire – ruthless in his affection. He isn’t gentle, nor would I ask him to be. I love his rough passion and savage intensity: the way he makes me feel as if I’m the only woman in the world and he’ll die if he doesn’t have me this instant; the way he drives into me with reckless abandon and earth-shattering skill, drawing sounds I didn’t even know I was capable of making from my mouth before he greedily swallows them with his tongue.

Still, there’s a dark edge to his carnal hunger, as if it’s not just sensual release he seeks, but absolution. The dominance he exerted earlier is nothing compared to the chaotic power fueling him now, and while I might not understand everything behind his actions, I realize that as much as he wants me, he’s also hurting. I’m seeing the results of everything he’s pent up over the last few days, and my wolf is only too eager to submit, to give him whatever solace we can, for however long he needs it.

So I give myself to him completely, letting him claim me over and over again, and trying to survive the endless onslaught of pleasure he delivers. At some point it becomes too much, and my vision blacks out as I crest the peak of yet another orgasm. I don’t fight the darkness, because I know I’m safe in my mate’s arms at long last.

I’m alone when I wake, and instantly I fear Sinclair’s return was all a dream.

as I scan the room. However, almost as soon as the sound leaves my lips, a soft purr rises to meet it, and I shift my worried gaze to follow the comforting rumble. Sinclair stands on the terrace looking out on the sleeping city, but now he turns and strides back to the bed,

to break my fall. Luckily there was, but my pulse is still racing with the fright. Sinclair strokes my spine and kisses my hair, murmuring sweet nothings

you doing?” I finally ask, unable to keep a petulant note from my voice, my inner animal thoroughly affronted that he scared me this

lets the emotion pour through our bond. I’m thankful that he doesn’t try to hide his pain from me, but the force of it is staggering. Not only grief for Hugo and his men, but confusion and guilt over how he

him tighter, ‘They were good men.” I tell him softly. ‘They loved you, they would have been happy you survived even if

my neck and breathing in my scent. “We didn’t even see the attack coming. We don’t know how Damon managed it, or where the bomber is now.” He doesn’t say it, but I can sense how badly

love you and we’re in this together.” I remind him, hoping the words don’t sound hollow to a man who has the weight of the whole world

Sinclair sighs, his salty tears feeling

bit afraid to trust that he’s truly here, while also hating that his homecoming carries such heartache. “I would have told you

that’s the only reason you were

suddenly very glad he can’t

look down at me and, as usual,

shrug and lean my cheek against his shoulder, wishing we didn’t have to have

to me.” Sinclair encourages. “You kept saying you knew I was okay after the attack, but that’s not the way it sounds.” He sighs, petting my sides. ’You collapsed.