The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 119

Chapter 119 – Ella Panics

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.

tear the thin fabric without touching my delicate flesh. “All fire and feistiness until you get a peek of something you like.” I gasp, feeling another flash of indignance even as heat pools low in my belly. His claws

shots now. I rise up onto my knees, sliding my hands up his

Ella.” He rumbles, sternly and a needy whine escapes my lips. Sinclair’s lips graze mine as he speaks, his eyes boring into my own, absorbing every ounce of my frustration and desire. “But I am going to take you

word of it, but wanting

my legs. His thick fingers immediately sink into

than I can ever remember being. Sinclair only chuckles, removing

My wolf

demand. You brazen little

slut shame me. She answers indignantly. There’s nothing wrong

want? I silently scoff. One moment you’re provoking him and the next you’re writhing around under

of the game, silly. I can practically hear her rolling her eyes. You’ll

to say. I complain. You’re writing checks

you were some shrinking violet before you found out about me, she accuses. You were getting yourself in trouble long before you knew your true

the emotions flitting across my face, waiting for me to respond. Amusement is clear in his wolfish smirk, but he doesn’t show me any

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