Accidental Surrogate for Alpha novel Chapter 112

Ella

“Sometimes it amazes me that I can even be with you this way.” I tell Sinclair, nuzzling his shoulder. We’re still in his bed, and I’m not fully recovered from our conversation yet. I’m beginning to think a hypnotist might truly be necessary in order to open the doors to my past, but for right now I’m merely thrilled to revel in the heady glow of our love nest. “I learned to trust Mike with my body – but I could never tell him any of this… then again, he wouldn’t have wanted to know.”

Sinclair purrs, “Well if you hadn’t already figured it out, I think it’s fair to say you’ve made a serious upgrade from that weasel.”

“Oh I know it.” I reply, my head whirling with emotions. I still feel a bit fragile, but I’m also aching to feel close to Sinclair. I need to feel his steady strength, and I want to stop dwelling in the past. I want to make new memories with this man – good memories to replace all the bad ones hanging over my head. “You are better in every way, Dominic.” I tell him in a sultry tone, moving to straddle his waist.

Sinclair chuckles, running his hands up my thighs and underneath the hem of my night dress, settling on my hips “Are you trying to seduce me, trouble?”

“I’m just curious to see if reality can live up to my dreams.” I shrug, trying not to feel too embarrassed by my brazen behavior. “You know, that was the first time I’ve ever had an orgasm I didn’t give myself.”

“Oh really?” His pupils dilate, black pools slowly eating up his emerald irises. “You really weren’t kidding about Mike’s shortcomings.”

I bite my lip and shake my head, lowering my body to his until the tips of my breasts graze his muscular chest. “And I haven’t even experienced it for real yet.”

Sinclair groans, his fists compulsively squeezing my bare skin. “Baby, we’ve been over this. If we start this, I won’t be able to stop.”

“Start what?” I inquire innocently, kissing his neck as I deftly unbutton his shirt. Inch after inch of his contoured abs appear, dusted with a swath of dark hair. I slide my palms over the hard planes, pushing the fabric of his clothing out of the way. I nibble his jaw and lean up to press my lips to his, but before I succeed I find myself flipped onto my back. Suddenly the massive Alpha is hovering over me, his eyes glowing with untamed desire.

“Ella, we can’t.” He insists, but the words are dragged out of him in a ragged growl. “If I claim you it might wake your wolf.”

That was a mistake. The moment he mentions claiming me, the little voice in my head goes wild, Oh yes, please. My wolf begs. I need to be his. I need his mark.

She’s not the only one; suddenly all I can think about is Sinclair sinking his teeth into that special spot. I need to feel that one-ness with him, the white light which burst in my soul at the height of our shared dream. I was already turned on, but now my desire skyrockets. I’m going wild with need for him, and all other thoughts have disappeared.

Make him claim us! I’ll go crazy if he doesn’t.

“But we don’t know that it will. There’s only a chance, right?” I suggest. It’s not that I don’t care about the risk to my baby, it’s simply that this need has knocked all the logic out of my head. “The doctor was only guessing – no one really knows how this all works.” I press, reaching for him again. Sinclair promptly catches my wrists and pins them above my head. I’m completely immobilized, which I would have expected to frighten me or trigger a panic attack, instead it fills me with a sense of utter safety. I peek up at him from beneath my lashes, “don’t you want to?”

“Goddess Ella, I already want to claim you so badly it’s killing me.” He rumbles, sounding as though he’s barely hanging onto his control. “Please don’t make this harder than it has to be. The risks are too great.” His sharp eyes are piercing straight through me, and his raw power is washing over me in waves, urging me to submit even as it fuels my lust. “Make no mistake, I can’t wait for your wolf to emerge, but not at the cost of the baby.”

My lower lip begins to quiver as I realize I’m truly playing with fire. No, not the baby. We can’t hurt the baby. My wolf insists, sounding more conflicted than I’ve ever heard her. Rafe, my Rafe. The horrible thing is that, as guilty as I feel about potentially endangering my unborn child, I’m still positively squirming with need.