Accidental Surrogate for Alpha novel Chapter 144

Ella

When I wake, my body is filled with the most exquisite soreness.

My hand immediately leaps to my neck, where Sinclair’s mark is seared into my skin. Being claimed was the most intense experience of my life, and it feels remarkably as though Sinclair and I are no longer separate people, but two halves of the same whole. His big body is wrapped around me as he dozes, and I’m amazed to realize I can sense his inner wolf’s pride and satisfaction even while he rests.

I can’t really explain how the bond feels. In some way it’s like my bond with the baby, except instead of flashes of hazy emotion I can constantly sense Sinclair’s feelings, in a deep form of empathy that is confusing and overwhelming at times. Our hearts beat in perfect sync now, and I know we can communicate telepathically when we choose, even though we haven’t had the chance to test this particular gift. So far we haven’t done anything but make love. In fact my new mate woke me up three times during the night to take me again, and my poor sex is so swollen and sensitive that I’m afraid of Sinclair waking up and lavishing more attention on my exhausted body.

I try to sneak out of bed while he sleeps, but his powerful arms tighten around me, and then there’s a low rumble in my ear. “And just where do you think you’re going?”

“Just to the bathroom.” I lie, realizing at once that this is a mistake. If I can sense Sinclair’s feelings then he can certainly sense mine.

“Tsk, tsk,” He clucks, rolling me onto my back and looming above me. His voice is stern but there’s only love, amusement and desire in his eyes. As soon as I see these emotions, I feel them as well, blended with my own and yet entirely distinct. “Lying to your new mate already, trouble?” Sinclair teases, caressing my cheek. “And trying to sneak away from me?”

“I thought you’d try to be intimate if I woke you.” I explain, only slightly sulky.

“Be intimate?” Sinclair repeats, a devilish glint in his emerald eyes. “You mean you thought I’d try to rut your sweet pussy again.”

I blush and shiver, certain I’ll never get used to hearing him speak this way. It scandalizes me and turns me on all at once, and I know that’s why he does it. If only I could hide my reaction from him – but that’s more impossible than ever now. “Well was I wrong?” I demand indignantly. “I’m too sore to take any more of your wolf’s affection, Dominic.”

Sinclair’s brow furrows and he sits up completely, “Baby, why didn’t you say so?” He moves between my legs and gently rumbles when I try to clench them shut. “Come on, let me see, sweetheart.”

I don’t trust the sly wolf’s intentions, and when I try to sense his emotions through our bond in order to decipher whether or not this is a trick or genuine concern, I realize I can’t. “How are you doing that?” I inquire curiously, more than a little intrigued to realize there might be a way to shield my feelings from my mate.

“You can learn to withhold some things from your mate, but it takes practice.” Sinclair answers huskily, prying apart my thighs with no trouble at all. “Though I’m not sure I want to tell you how.” He adds wryly.

I clamp my hand over my center, my suspicions raised. “And why are you hiding your feelings from me now?” I inquire, now convinced this is all just a scheme.

A rush of worry assails me, and I relax slightly. “It’s an old habit.” Sinclair shares reluctantly, “It’s not in my nature to let others feel my anxiety, especially not my mate.” He tenderly pulls my hand away so he can examine my abused flesh, purring sympathetically and crooning when he sees how red and swollen I am. “Poor little wolf.” He murmurs, carefully spreading my lips so he can take a closer look, “I’ve been too rough with you, haven’t I?”

No! My wolf exclaims, and Sinclair’s masculine smirk tells me I’ve just managed to successfully communicate telepathically. I roll my eyes at the silly canine, who loves his dominance too much to risk him going easy on us. So I sassily add, This is just what happens when you try to shove a battering ram into a keyhole.

Sinclair chuckles, his hot breath fluttering over my exposed skin. Poor, mistreated mate. His voice sounds in my head, cursed with an Alpha too well endowed for your little body to take. Amusement is heavy in his voice, and he arches a brow at me as he continues. Though I didn’t hear you complaining when you were coming all over me last night.