The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 106 – Claimed

Ella

No, I just got out! My wolf rails defiantly. I want to run more! Let me go!

The kisses cease, and now Sinclair’s fangs close around my scruff, applying pressure. I immediately realize what he’s doing. If he applies enough pressure – especially if he lifts me off the ground – I’ll be completely immobilized. I said shift!

I don’t want to! You can be a wolf whenever you want – but this is my only chance. I protest fiercely, snarling as ferociously as I can. Let me go you big bully.

I can tell the games are over now. Sinclair pulls me up, and suddenly I’m hanging from his jaws, my feet kicking helplessly. Yield Ella! I feel his authoritative growl deep in my bones, and even though I didn’t agree to surrender, my rebelling limbs suddenly still. I go limp, and when Sinclair returns me to the ground I roll onto my back, showing him my belly.

Good girl. Sinclair’s huge black wolf gazes down at me, his emerald eyes blazing with unbridled emotion.

My wolf whimpers in my head. Why does his praise make me feel so incredible?

Because you’re mine. His gravelly voice answers, and I realize that I’ve spoken aloud again. Mine, mine, mine.Before I can think more about his statement, Sinclair is groaning in my head, just look at you, he croons. All rose gold and sass. I know he’s talking about my fur now, which is the same metallic sheen as my strawberry blonde hair. And your little white tummy. He adds, nuzzling the patch of white fluff above my navel. Mmm, my pup. My Ella. He sounds like a caveman, but his next words prove his mind is as sharp as ever. Shift mate, it’s time to finish this.

Finish this? I practically squeak.

Oh yes, Sinclair confirms darkly, his words are so animalistic that I tremble in response. I’m going to mark and claim you before you can get away again. You’re mine, and the whole world is going to know it.

All at once, I realize that the Sinclair I know is not in control. This is his wolf talking now, and suddenly I realize why he warned me not to run from him on the night of the Wild Hunt. The rational part of my brain understood… at least I thought it did… but it’s one thing to imagine it, and a very different matter to experience it.

The last time I met his wolf, I hadn’t been able to hear Sinclair’s thoughts. I hadn’t understood how different the two beings were – though it makes perfect sense that his most primal self would come out when his inner animal is in charge. Still, I can hardly recognize the Sinclair I’ve come to know and love in the beast towering over me. Then again, I hardly recognize myself right now. This is all so surreal.

He wants to claim us. My own wolf swoons, yes, yes, yes!

orders,

contemplate shifting I realize that we have a problem. Dominic,

black wolf studies me for a moment, before nodding once in understanding and determination.

a wave of pure Alpha energy washes over me. Sinclair lifts his muzzle and howls into the night, and my body shudders and jerks, slowly returning to its human form. I feel a sudden and devastating loss to be back in this skin, but the next thing

with wide eyes, amazed to think that we’re finally going to be together

waiting for this? Sinclair

Yes, but that’s done now. We

of sultry promise. Thank the

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must have shredded when I shifted, and though I’ve been naked with this man dozens of times before, this is… different. It feels so momentous, because

sight of me. It feels impossibly vulnerable, to be spread out in front of him like a feast

abdomen, to the huge, hard length standing at attention against his navel. I can feel my eyes widen in alarm – I’ve always known that Sinclair is twice my size, but

is washing over me. A fresh rush of defiance sparks in my chest, and I briefly consider fleeing, but Sinclair shakes his head, still laughing. “Oh no you dont, you naughty girl. You’ve surrendered. That means you’re mine

I accuse, shooting him a

anything yet.” He responds ominously. “You’re just lucky I’m not putting you over my knee for

It feels incredible to know that I have this power over him, that his huge member is hard and pulsing just for me.

tempt me, minx?” He rumbles appreciatively, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “Don’t

tone. “You could have fooled me – you’re taking forever.” I trail my fingers down the valley between my breasts, drawing his eyes to their path.

right for challenging his wolf, but I’m not complaining. He settles in the bed with me, balancing his weight on his elbows and settling his hips between my spread thighs. Sinclair lowers his head, his lethal grace belying the crushing force he applies as

further disappear the moment our lips connect. I immediately yield to his dominance, feeling butterflies that have nothing to do with the baby

and freezes at once, and all my nerve endings are frayed by the surge of electricity he’s sending through my veins. When Sinclair tries to draw his lips away I chase them, suddenly

down my body. He pauses to lave the soft spot

if it’s just Sinclair, but I swear I could come from this stimulation alone. His talented tongue flicks over the hard nubs, sending pulses of desire straight to my core. I wonder if Sinclair is still able to hear my thoughts, because he sets up camp here and doesn’t move on until I’m whining

doesn’t show me mercy. Instead he nibbles the inside of my thighs, moving closer and closer to my center and drawing away at the last moment. Seeming to know exactly how badly I need his touch, his own mischievous streak takes over. “Every time I’ve scented your desire, I’ve dreamed of this.” He informs me, “of tasting the source. I kept telling myself you couldn’t possibly taste as sweet as you smell, but I can already