Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Ella

The flour collides with Sinclair’s face in an explosion of white powder, covering his features in dense grains and fluttering through the air around us. A low growl rumbles in his chest, and fear slices through me as I wonder if l’ve made a grave mistake. Sinclair takes a moment to open his eyes after the flour hits, but when he does, his wolf is glowing bright in his irises, and my instincts take over.

I try to duck under his arms, to evade his hold anyway I can. However the moment l begin attempting escape he leans forward, crushing my body between him and the counter. At once l’m reminded of how much larger Sinclair is. Sometimes it’s easy to be fooled when I’m dressed up in heels or there’s space between us, but now I can feel how helpless I am beside him. The top of my head barely reaches his sternum, and next to his muscles, my slender limbs feel terribly frail.

Sinclair’s breath is coming in heaving gasps, and I have the good sense to remain frozen as he tries to gain control of his wolf. When I look up at him, I can see only the wild animal fuming beneath his skin, and I realize exactly how dangerous this man is.

I’m not sure if he’s going to attack me, or yell at me, and my heart is racing a mile a minute. I instinctively flinch when he moves, but he doesn’t raise a hand against me. Instead he reaches past be towards the bowl of chocolate cake batter, and the next thing I know, a river of the thick, sweet mixture is dripping down my face.

I gasp in shock, realizing that Sinclair is pouring the batter over me, and try to j3rk away. “Dominic, no!”

A dark laugh rolls through the big wolf like thunder, “

Oh baby, you asked for this.”

I raise my arms over my head, trying to protect myself, but when that doesn’t work I reach for the bowl too, returning fire with handful of batter straight into Sinclair’s expensively tailored shirt. Soon we’re wrestling over the bowl, trying to retrieve more sweet ammunition to splatter each other with, and I’m laughing harder than I can remember laughing in a very long time.

he playfully n!ps at my fingers, before positively squealing as warm, melted chocol ate is drizzled over the low cut top of my dress, seeping down between my breasts and into

cake components, giddy with laughter and still searching for new ways to combat one another. The bowls on the counter are already empty, and I narrow my eyes at Sinclair as I contemplate moving to the pantry or fridge for

whipped cream from the fridge. Soon we’re stalking around the kitchen island, trying to get close enough to squirt each other with

of the counter, making him think I’m going to go in a direction other than the one l intend, but I’m outmatched in

cold whipped cream úntil I manage to wriggle free, even though I know he’s letting me escape. If he wanted to he could have easily pinned me in place, but we’re both having too much fun with our

I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun. Sinclair has completely surprised me too-I never expected him to

Sinclair, on the other hand, has no doubts about his masculinity. He can gladly let me tease and defy him without feeling threatened, because he knows at

Sinclair in comparison to my past lovers, when I know he doesn’t see me this way at all. Yet I can’t help it, the more time that passes the more certain I feel that Sinclair is attracted to me. I know it’s only physical and that l could never be anything but a

make my way back to

bad girl.” His fingers are digging into my sides, tickling me ruthlessly and making me giggle and squeal uncontrollably. I try to wrestle him for dominance,

writhing against one another, getting more and more dirty with every minute that passes. Sinclair lets me pin him to the tiled floor, straddling his middle and trapping

you’ve won, do you?”

smiling widely. “What would all those big tough wolves say if they knew their leader was letting a weak little human throw food in his

lungs in a great whoosh-I didn’t even see him flip me, but suddenly our situations are completely reversed. I’m still straddling Sinclair, my legs spread on either side of his body so that his hardness is pressed to my most sensitive flesh through our clothes. “They’d say, lucky Alpha.” He answers smugly, looking down at

metaphorically squirming, needing to apologize for reasons I don’t understand. It’s almost as if l feel compelled to submit now that Sinclair has physicaly bested me, but why would that be the case? I try to hold the words back, but I can’t stop them no matter