The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 141 – Ella Learns to Talk Dirty

Ella

Sinclair is towering over me, his wolf eyes glowing as he watches me work through my feelings. I gnaw on my lower lip as I try to find the bravery to ask him for what I want, and he purrs deep in his chest, cupping my cheek and tugging my lip free of my sharp little teeth. He doesn’t rush me, doesn’t make demands, he simply lets me process the dilemma and keeps me from breaking my skin with my new fangs. His gentle affection gives me the confidence I need, and I shift a bit closer, craving his steady strength.

“Can I please touch you?” I inquire shakily, peeking up at him from beneath my lashes.

“Touch me where?” Sinclair replies, his deep bass vibrating through my overheated body as his lip quirks up.

I feel as though I’ve been doused in boiling water, and I’m sure he knows it. “Here.” I say, gesturing to the huge hard member between his legs.

“Uh-uh trouble, if you want to do it, you’ve got to give me the words.” Sinclair replies, stroking my spine with his free hand. “It’s just you and me, angel. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“Please, Dominic.” I try again, licking my lips, “Can I touch… your c-cock.”

Part of me wishes the floor would open up and swallow me whole, but the member in question pulses as the word leaves my tongue, and I’m amazed to realize that I have such a powerful effect on this man. He holds the entire world in his palm, but one word from me and his body responds

wasn’t so bad, was it?” Sinclair purrs, gazing down at me with such

the muscles in Sinclair’s chest and shoulders tense in response to my ministrations, but he doesn’t say a word. When I look up I discover that his eyes are on my face rather than my hand, and when I close my fist around him he has to smother a satisfied groan. I pump my hand up and down the considerable length, loving the way his hands tighten on my body in response. Sinclair hisses in a breath

hand in my hair, pulling my head back, “And just what do you think you’re doing?” He demands ominously, his dominance rolling off

going to use my mouth.” I murmur, suddenly feeling

asking permission.” He answers,

up defiantly, “Can I use my mouth?” I say, but my tone is less of a question and more of

his head, calling my bluff. “Use it how? Do

with submissive instinct, and I know exactly what he wants to hear me say. If I wasn’t so drunk on passion I might not be brave enough to manage

guiding my lips to the flared tip of his manhood. “Go on then, beautiful.” As I swipe my tongue over a bead of moisture emerging from his slit, I revel in the way I’m able to enjoy being complimented. For so long, comments about my looks only brought my trauma to the surface, but I feel so safe with Sinclair that I’m able to enjoy being admired for the first time

lapping my way along his length, I close my lips around the head of Sinclair’s huge cock, sucking in my cheeks and pulling him into my mouth. Sinclair hisses with obvious pleasure, and I feel so utterly powerful. It’s one thing when such a formidable being chooses to

and down his shaft, using every bit of skill I possess to pleasure him. Maybe it’s strange to be so turned on by an act that doesn’t offer me any physical satisfaction, but I love seeing how I affect Sinclair. His grip tightens on my hair, and I lift my eyes to his, letting his gaze bore into me as I work my

Sinclair commands, his voice hoarse with barely restrained lust. “Spread that sweet pussy so I can see how wet you are for

him. At the same time, my wolf urges me to be brave. It’s what he wants, he’s going to like it even if you’re nervous. Sensing my unease, Sinclair gives me a low purr of encouragement, and I slowly move my hand to my swollen sex,

“This is the only time you get to do this. Your pleasure is my responsibility, so from

to play with my sensitive clit. I whimper around Sinclair’s hardness, and he pulses against my tongue, clearly enjoying the vibrations. He’s thrusting into my mouth now, beyond the point of

buried in my hair now, and my excitement only increases. I forget my doubts, pleasuring myself the way I would if I were alone while he thrusts into my mouth. I reach up to grip the base of his cock, squeezing tightly because

him. I surge forward, taking him into my throat and cupping his heavy balls, rotating them between my fingers. Sinclair curses again, fisting his hand in my hair as he explodes with a guttural growl. I swallow him down, determined not to let him down, and Sinclair shakes his head. “Are you trying to kill me, woman?” He inquires, pulling