The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

I barely have time to close the door before Sinclair slams me against it, but I don’t feel an ounce of pain, No, because I need this just as badly as he does – and I want him, hard, now

Sinclair grabs me low behind my thighs, yanking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. Eager, already panting, I shove at the fabric of my skirts, getting it out of the way as he moves one hand between us, fumbling at the button of his pants before shoving them down and freeing himself.

Then he returns his hand to me, a single deft move tearing the delicate fabric of my panties, tossing them to the ground-

Sinclair groans, fierce and feral, as he drives his hard, thick cock deep into me in a single powerful thrust. The moan that rips from my own throat matches his. Because I want him – need him as badly as he does me at this moment, after that horrible surprise.

We spent two more hours in that hall holding back our emotions, greeting delegations, doing our best playing happy King and Queen while all along our emotions were roiling inside

And I could feel it, the whole time, our rage, and our panic, and our desire to end that horrible man and to destroy every single one of the damned Atalaxians, who clearly planned this

We passed the emotions back and forth between ourselves down the bond, unable to help it, until we reached this fever pitch.

When it finished – when we were all done greeting delegations – we both know that we needed this – this, and only this, to work out our rage and our frustration somewhere – on each other

Roger and Cora had walked away with us and Cora had been confused when I hastily passed the baby to her – because of course, of course she assumed that the last thing I would want with Xander in the palace is to be away from Rafe for a single moment

and tugged her away with him for a moment, letting Sinclair and I hurry ahead, because he could tell

tear each other apart and find

curves with want, with need, my hips pulsing along with each of Sinclair’s steady, long trusts into me. He doesn’t hold himself back for a single second, wrapping his fist into the hair at the back of my neck, pulling my head back and exposing my throat. As he pounds himself into me, venting his

again and again. I’m as eager as he is, panting, and when my body begins to come to its crest, as I begin to spill over and over, my whole body clenching against him, holding him tight, Sinclair roars, low and deep. And then he lowers his face to my throat and sinks his

and heavy, warm and rich that the sensation makes me

come back to myself. We’re both still panting, hard, and I bury my hands in my mate’s hair, forcing my breaths to deepen, to come back to

shakes his head a little and pulls it back, looking up into my face. ” Ella,” he says, shaking his

on his tongue. I stare into his face, nodding to him, making him see it. “I needed it

nearby chair that he sinks into, taking me with him to settle into his lap. His shoulders still

before he shakes his head again, clearing it, and looks back up at me, more himself

eyes dip to my neck and shoulder, to the blood there. “Shit…”

a second, placing a hand over my mark. There’s a flare of lavender behind my eyes, but a moment later when I pull my hand away the wound is gone. “I’m fine,” I say,

rest of our suite then, worried.

why I needed that. It…it gives me a great deal of comfort, to pass control over to you, to let you take charge of me, and take care of me. But – how are you? Is it

me is. ” Ella,” he murmurs, pulling me deeper into his lap so that he can lower his face over mine, nudging me