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

gazing down at me with such pure adoration that I forget my embarrassment. “Of

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

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

recall you asking permission.”

notch my chin up defiantly, “Can I use my mouth?” I say, but

calling my bluff. “Use

wants to hear me say. If I wasn’t so drunk on passion I

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

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 through your own vigor – to make him lose control with a simple

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

commands, his voice hoarse with barely restrained lust. “Spread that sweet pussy so

thrown off balance by the idea of pleasuring myself in front of 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, unsure of whether or not I can go through with this. I’ve never touched myself in front of

to do this. Your pleasure is my responsibility, so from now on I expect you to tell me if

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

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 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

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