Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Ella

I don’t have the chance to gasp, because the moment my l!ps part, Sinclair’s mouth has claimed them.

His hand is firm on my nape, holding me in place so he can plunder my mouth at will. His tongue teases my l!ps before delving inside, coaxing my own out of hiding until they’re dancing, tangling and massaging each other with ravenous hunger.

My shock passes quickly, and soon l’m rising up on my toes to meet him, my insides turning to mush as I Wrap my arms around his neck, m0aning when he pulls his l!ps from mine and begins carving a ruthless path over my jaw and down the sensitive skin of my throat.

I’m out of breath already, completely invigorated and lost to the world around us. As Sincalir’s talented tongue snakes out to dip into my clavicle, I take the opportunity to nibble his ear lobe. He purrs and a delicious river of heat pours through me. My body is flush against Sinclair’s, and I’ve completely forgotten about the other dancers. I press myself as close to him as possible, trying not to squirm. I’m desperate to get relief for my suddenly aching bre-asts and the deep pulsing between my legs, but too shy to truly seek it.

Luckily Sinclair doesn’t need to be told, he seems to sense my need effortlessly, and he’s not at all shy about seeking his own desires. He grips my h!ps in his powerful hands, holding them firmly against his and letting me feel his hardness. He gently undulates our bodies through the dance, rubbing me in all the right places under the pretense of following the sensuous steps.

This isn’t like our other k!sses. There are no cameras around, no eager shifters looking on. I’m sure a few of the other wolves present are peeking our way, but everyone is so preoccupied with their own partners that I doubt we have a large audience. If I had the ability to think clearly right now I might wonder why Sinclair is being r0mantic when we don’t have anyone for whom to put on a show, but that’s all beside the point – because l couldn’t think clearly if my life depended on it.

I’m sure time stops, that the world stops spinning and everything in it ceases to matter except this singular moment between two people – despite the fact that we could not be more different if we tried. Sinclair’s l!ps are soft as silk, but his affection is rough and merciless as if he’s trying to sear the feel of his k!ss into my bones so that I’ll never forget the way it feels to be in his arms – to be his. I know he’s setting me up for heartbreak in the future – because l won’t forget, I’m sure I’ll never be able to k!ss anyone again without remembering this and feeling infinitely disappointed that nothing can ever.

It’s also getting carried away very fast, but I can’t seem to find the will to end it. Luckily Sinclair does, pulling back a moment later and looking down at me with a fiery gaze that leaves me tingling from my head all the way down to my toes. It’s a good thing he has more restraint than I do, because I was about ready to rip off both of our clothes despite the cold. I swear I’ve never lost control that way in my entire life, and though part of me is worried about the power Sinclair obviously holds over me, it’s also impossible for me to be too worried when I’m with him. He makes me feel so safe it’s astonishing – and when I finally have the space to clear my head, frightening.

did you do that?” I manage to gasp, still dazed with the

wolfish grin that makes

flush with color, “Yes, but

do find the will to back away from him, and I’m not even a little intimidated when he rumbles with displeasure… at least, that’s how I try to act. In reality his growl has my knees turning to jelly. Why, oh why do I suddenly want to throw

say, even though the little voice in the back of my head is protesting at the top of her lungs.

k!ss you?” Sinclair arches a skeptical brow, massaging my nape and studying my face so intently I

at me this way is not even an option, the best I can do is skirt around the truth and pray he’ll let me

do want me to k!ss you?” He smirks, tucking my body

up at the impossible Alpha.

once, as if he realizes I’m

you think I

reported him taking the same woman out twice. They haven’t named him a playboy exactly, and I know it isn’t fair to label him this way because he’s obviously a family man – but committing to one’s

a dozen times that your mate will come along eventually and I’ll step down as Luna. We have no

would he ask me such a thing – doesn’t he realize how cruel that is? Is he taunting me? Dangling the impossible

why ask?” l inquire, feeling more and more annoyed