The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 240

Chapter 240 – Ella and Sinclair Celebrate

Ella

After Leon leaves Sinclair takes me to bed, though not for the reason I initially hoped. I cling to him as he tries to place me in my nest, “What are you doing?” I inquire indignantly.

“Trying to help you get comfortable.” He replies, petting my cheek. ‘You need to rest.”

“You promised we’d cuddle.” I remind him, refusing to let go. I wrap my legs around his back, hanging off of him like a very round sloth.

“I did, but I think we both know that’s not what you’re interested in right now.” Sinclair rumbles affectionately, gently detaching my limbs from his big body. I huff and stretch out beneath him, wriggling out of my clothes and enticing him with my lush curves. His emerald eyes rake over my naked skin with open appreciation, and I hear his wolf grumbling with barely contained desire.

He’s not wrong about my intentions. This is the ether’s doing – a side effect I haven’t yet experienced because Sinclair hasn’t been with me during the previous sessions. The drug is not only consuming my mind in a haze of dreamy images and surreal illusions, but the euphoric sensations which once seemed like innocent joy now translate into overwhelming lust.

My love for my mate is so powerful in this moment that I can’t even contemplate keeping it to

state in a voice

say it but I don’t think you’re in the right state of mind for that.” He declares firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Besides, not all of that memory was good,

sure.” I counter stubbornly, pushing the blanket off of me and sidling closer to him. “The ether isn’t making me imagine I want you, Dominic. I always want

I’m going to do, you naughty thing.” Sinclair answers sternly, “now

my every move, and I sense his dire temptation through our bond. A flash of devious inspiration strikes, and I part my legs, letting him

clit with a featherlight touch that nonetheless makes me arch and cry out. “Putting this sweet pussy on display like

Wrong answer, baby.” He nips my trembling lower lip. “When the ether wears off I’m going to rut you

before.” I object, my sex clenching with the memory

rumbles, kissing me fiercely. * Lucky for you

few hours later I’m spread-eagled on the bed with Sinclair’s head buried between

into an impossible lather, forced to orgasm over and over again as my mate overwhelms me with more pleasure than I can bear. I never know how Sinclair is going to punish me, and today he seems to have decided to teach me to be careful what I wish for – by giving me too much of it. Frankly I can’t decide whether it’s worse to be overwhelmed with too many climaxes or denied them until I’m a begging, babbling mess. At this point I’m so sensitive that the slightest touch can send

me onto my hands and knees. ‘You’re lucky I’m so proud of you, or I might have refused

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