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.

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, “It’s okay, Ella. I’m here.” He assures me, wrapping me up in

there was any water waiting 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 in my ear. It takes me longer than it

you doing?” I finally ask, unable to keep a petulant note from my voice, my inner animal

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

I tell him softly. ‘They

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 this grates on his nerves. One more thing he can’t

the words don’t sound hollow to a man who has the weight of the whole world on his shoulders. “We’re all mourning for Hugo, for every wolf in those cars. Don’t let our relief that you’re okay make it seem otherwise, because we all lost a great deal in

his salty tears feeling hot on my

such heartache. “I would have

rumbles appreciatively. “And I suppose that’s the only reason you were so determined to come after

can’t see my face. “Not

as usual, filling me

shoulder, wishing we didn’t have to have

trouble, talk 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. You’ve been neglecting your