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 pure adoration that I forget my embarrassment. “Of course

and running my thumb over the purple head, curiously exploring the sinewy contours and feeling bolder by the minute. I can feel 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 of air, dropping his head to the curve of my neck and kissing my throat, breathing in my scent. “Goddess, I love you.” He mutters, his wolf making the most delightful grumbly sounds of contentment and desire. “My mate, all

my hair, pulling my head back, “And just what do you think you’re doing?”

my mouth.” I

recall you asking permission.” He answers,

quivers and roils at once, and I notch my chin up defiantly, “Can I use my mouth?” I say, but my tone is less of a question and

he shakes his head, calling my bluff. “Use

me say. If I wasn’t so drunk on passion I might not be brave enough to

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

my mouth. Sinclair hisses with obvious pleasure, and I feel so utterly powerful. It’s one thing when such a formidable being chooses to get down on his knees for you, and another entirely to bring him there

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,

his voice hoarse with barely restrained lust. “Spread that

my hand to my swollen sex, unsure of whether or not I can go through with this. I’ve never touched myself in front

pleasure is my responsibility, so from now on I expect you to tell me

harder, emboldened enough 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 holding back, so I increase my pace, intent on bringing

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 I know it’s beyond the capacity of my small mouth. I work my tongue over the underside of his length, rocking into my hand as I try to focus on satisfying my mate over

to pull himself free of my lips, but his admission only drives me to work harder, and I cease touching myself to focus all my energy on 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