Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Between a Brother and a Mate Sinclair

I know it’s a little perverse, but, as I look down at my furious little spitfire mate, glaring angrily between my brother and I who outweigh her by three or four times…

God damn it, but I get a little hard.

She’s just so passionate, and when she’s all worked up like this all I want to do is grab her, carry her upstairs and redirect that anger to-

“Ella,” Roger sighs, looking down at his feet. “I’m – I don’t know what to say.”

“Damn right you don’t,” she growls, spinning on him and starting to advance on him again.

“Enough,” I groan, reaching for her arm – the one without the baby – and wrapping my hand firmly around it. She turns and looks up at me, a little snarl on her plump lips, but when she sees the coolness on my face and in my eyes Ella hesitates, just a little. And then she huffs, relenting against her will, her expression reflecting the words she sends directly to my mind:

Fine. But you’re going to pay for this later.

I smirk at her, letting her feel a little of my arousal down the bond. Oh baby, I say back, I’d better.

I see her lips twitch with amusement, but not enough to quell her anger totally. She turns back to Roger then and I let go of her arm, trusting her to contain herself.

“I’m sorry, Roger,” she says stiffly, making him look up at her in surprise. “I meant what I said but…I understand it’s complicated. And this wasn’t the time or the place.” Ella gives a little shrug then, clearly communicating that she’s sorry that she’s really not very sorry, but still ending the fight.

“Okay,” Roger says awkwardly. “Um,” my brother looks up at me, shame and regret in his eyes. “I think I’m going to go…”

I say, meaning it, taking a step towards him. “Stay overnight, at least – we’ve

all right – I’m not far, and all I really want to do is be in my own

right,” I say, putting my hands in my pockets and studying him. “Thank you, brother,

give me a hug and then dipping down to give Ella an

clearly lost in his thoughts

few minutes saying their goodbyes. I see the last few out the door as Ella takes the baby upstairs to lay him

as possible. Because I know

shaking my head, I

me when I

not back me up on this, Dominic,” Ella says, standing next to the baby’s bassinet with her arms

frame and covering my eyes with my hand. “It’s

and I can hear in her voice that she’s still furious. I sigh, tired, but I try not to let her see my frustration. She’s entitled to her emotions on this point, and I don’t want to invalidate how she feels. “You told me to

side – I just asked you to stop, because we had other guests, and I didn’t

again. She opens her mouth to say more, but I cross the

say, placing my hands evenly on her shoulders and looking into her face. “Please. I know you’re upset. But please, you know that’s not what I meant. Right?”

the people that she loves. I open this feeling to her down the bond, letting her see how I really

against me. I wrap my arms around my angry, hard–loving little mate, holding her close, curling my body around her protectively. As much as she loves and fights for those she loves, I’m there, right with her, protecting

your back, Ella,” I murmur, tucking my face against her

Dominic,” she sighs. “I just got…mad. I’m sorry I took