Accidental Surrogate for Alpha novel Chapter 119

Ella

The next thing I know, Sinclair is prowling forward across the room, backing me towards the bed. He seems barely human, barely in control of his wolf – but I understand now why he hasn’t sought more comfort from me. I’d gotten so used to his sultry innuendos and dark promises that I forgot how serious these matters truly are to wolves. But now I see the truth. I pushed him, forced him to admit things he was trying to shield me from, then challenged his authority, demanded that he let me do my job.

My inner wolf is a veritable basket case. She’s both excited and intimidated, thrilled and daunted, eager to please and utterly defiant about the idea of submitting to anyone – even Sinclair. For weeks now she’s been begging for Sinclair’s mark, and now that the ridiculous creature is about to get it – she wants to play hard to get.

The backs of my knees collide with the bed, and Sinclair lifts me as though I weigh nothing, tossing me back into the plush comfort of my nest. I scramble onto my hands and knees, baring my teeth at the bossy wolf and emitting a soft growl. I don’t appreciate him messing up the safe cocoon I created for our pup, and though something deep down inside of me is quivering with appreciation for his dominance, I don’t care for his high-handed behavior.

Sinclair unslings the towel still wrapped around his waist, an ominous chuckle on his lips. “Such a fierce little mate.” He observes, his eyes hooded with desire. “Have you already forgotten how desperate you’ve been to bare my mark?”

I narrow my eyes as he crawls onto the bed, climbing over the overabundance of pillows and blankets. He lashes out and catches my ankle, deftly sliding my legs out from under me and pulling me towards him over the mattress. I yelp in surprise, but the next thing I know I’m on my back with Sinclair looming over me, blissfully naked. My eyes scan his chiseled form: from his glorious bronze skin, which glistens in the low light; to his devilishly handsome face; and all the way down to the huge, hard member between his legs.

Suddenly I find myself stretching out so he can appreciate my curves, shifting and writhing against the silken sheets. It’s as if the mere sight of this man was able to steal my sanity, to make me forget my resolve to make him work for his prize.

“There she is.” Sinclair croons, extending a single claw and dragging it down the front of my top, only deep enough to tear the thin fabric without touching my delicate flesh. “All fire and feistiness until you get a peek of something you like.” I gasp, feeling another flash of indignance even as heat pools low in my belly. His claws eviscerate my sweatpants as well, and now I’m naked before him. His ravenous gaze travels every inch of my exposed skin, and his pupils dilate with unbridled lust. “I have to say I know the feeling.” He croons. “It should be a crime to be so gorgeous.”

His compliments make me preen and show off even more. I don’t understand why I’m behaving this way, but my wolf is calling the shots now. I rise up onto my knees, sliding my hands up his bare chest and nibbling his pecs. I planned on kissing him once I reached his mouth, fantasized about dragging him down to the bed and making him forget his own name.

Then one of Sinclair’s powerful fists forms a handhold in my hair, and he tilts my head back, holding me captive. His free hand trails down to the curve of my belly, settling over our pup. “I’m not going to claim you, Ella.” He rumbles, sternly and a needy whine escapes my lips. Sinclair’s lips graze mine as he speaks, his eyes boring into my own, absorbing every ounce of my frustration and desire. “But I am going to take you up on your offer.” He informs me huskily. “I’m going to take control, Ella. And if you test me, I will treat you exactly how I would treat any other naughty she-wolf.” He proclaims, softening his tone but not his hold. “I need you to promise you’ll tell me if I cross a line.”

“And if I said you already have?” I challenge, not meaning a word of it, but wanting to see how far I can push him.

“Then I’d remind you that I can smell your arousal.” Sinclair purrs, sliding the hand on my tummy between my legs. His thick fingers immediately sink into the wetness soaking my cleft, and I can barely restrain my moan of delight. “And your mischief,” Sinclair adds, knocking his nose against mine, “and your fear.”

I snap my teeth at him, feeling wilder and more fearless than I can ever remember being. Sinclair only chuckles, removing his fingers from my aching sex – despite my outrage. “So that’s the way it’s going to be, hmm?”

It wouldn’t be true control if you didn’t have to take it. My wolf answers in my head, apparently not quite ballsy enough to speak to Sinclair directly.

Seriously? I demand. You brazen little –