The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 170 – Sinclair’s Departure

Sinclair

The next morning Ella and I stay in bed as long as we’re able.

I wake early, but my mate is snuggled so sweetly in my arms and I can’t bear to disturb her – not even for an encore of last night’s lovemaking.

After we resolved our fight, I’d been perfectly ready to take Ella to bed then and there – however, before I could lay a hand on her, she looked up at me with those big golden eyes and said, “I thought we were going to run?”

I purred knowingly, sensing her wolf’s restlessness despite the fact that she’d tried to escape my plans for us. “So somebody’s wolf wants to come out and play before I rut you senseless, hmm?”

“Well,” She responded slyly, tangling her arms around my neck. “If you want to give me stability then following through on the expectations you set would be very important, don’t you think?”

I couldn’t help but laugh, throwing my head back and releasing a booming chuckle. “You do remember the second part of the promise I made you, don’t you?” I teased, once I was able to speak again.

All mischief now, Ella batted her lashes, “something about not being able to walk until you come home to me?”

“That’s right.” I confirmed, running my hand down her back and over her luscious behind. “Only after your antics tonight I think we might need to add: not sitting for a week either.”

the scent of her arousal rose to combine with her already intoxicating fragrance.” Dominic, you are obsessed! You just

neck. I knew the sweet human was still struggling to come to terms with this

soft spot behind her ear, and she was struggling to keep the gears working in her mind. When I pulled back to switch to the other ear, her quick mind was obviously trying to piece together this puzzle. She was so distracted and consumed by her feverish lust that she eventually sent

her senses into my own. It was a

shared, delighted by this confirmation. It might have been irrational, as every first with my mate has been incredible, but I’ve always taken a certain smug pleasure in introducing Ella to new things. Especially the things that make her blush – the ones her human upbringing

hurt? She asked shyly, leaning into me for comfort even though I was the one scandalizing

like taking my mark. I explained with a lethal grin, closing my teeth over that special

it a

to trust me implicitly, and there is no better way to make you feel so thoroughly claimed – because there is no part of

shivered again, and I didn’t bother mentioning how much I was going to enjoy watching her blush and squirm over the new sensations. And

times as I stretched and toyed

cutest sounds of reluctant pleasure and embarrassment well before we reached the main event, and when I was finally

nothing compared to the rapture she found when I began strumming her swollen clit and sank my fingers into her weeping sex on top of everything else. She cried out in ecstasy and slumped back against me, trusting me to support her as she disappeared to a heightened plane of erotic bliss. That was the point that I lost my own control as well, spilling my seed into her clenching sheath as

I’m nothing if not good for my word. I kept my poor mate up all night long, exhausting her and putting my own endurance to the test. Luckily our ravenous appetites for one another were spurred on by the knowledge that this was our last joining for a few weeks,

watching her for a while when she finally stretches and emits a

furrows much too quickly for my liking. “I don’t want you to go.” She

confess, hoping that hearing my own reluctance will offer her some comfort. I understand Ella well enough to realize that knowing she’s not hurting alone can go