Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Sinclair

When I wake, it’s to the feeling of Ella’s round bottom undulating against my hard cock. Her back is flush to my chest, her naked body perfectly cushioned by my much larger form on one side, and the boundary of her nest on the other. I have no doubt I’was already swollen with arousal when she roused, as sleeping beside her every night is an ever-increasing challenge, especially now that our relationship has become overtly romantic. I fell asleep with her honeyed nectar still lingering on my tongue, after yet another session of pleasuring Ella unconscious to try and pacify her wolf.

I open my eyes, tightening my arms on the sweet bundle and trying to silence the excited growls of my wolf. Such a needy little mate. He’s crooning.

My Ella. Mine, mine, mine. It hasn’t escaped his notice that my mouth is mere inches away from her lovely neck. So close, it would be so easy, so simply. Just one little bite.

I rumble in sympathy, pressing my l!ps to that special juncture where her shoulder curves up into the graceful column of her throat, but forcing myself to go no further. This is my consolation prize. I can k!ss her claiming spot all I want, I can even give it the “updated by jobnib.com”occasional nibble. maybe a frequent nibble… or a little n!p.. just a tiny baby bite… NO! I quickly break myself out of the reverie, cursing Ella’s delicious scent.

This is torture. My wolf complains. I can’t believe the Goddess would send us a mate then refuse us the ability to claim her. It’s sadistic – criminal even!

Ella, for her part, isn’t making the situation any easier. The naughty creature is still rubbing her bottom suggestively against me, but she’s also pretending to be asleep. She’s taking determinedly even breaths, much too intentional and heavy to compare to the gentle sighs of her usual dozing.

I’ve spent much more time than I’d like to admit watching this little wolf sleep, and I know an act when I see it. The nerve, I think in complete amusement. As if all her rocking and wriggling is just tossing and turning, and not a calculated assault.

“I know you’re awake, trouble.” I purr in her ear, quickly rewarded with a small giggle.

Chuckling myself, I prop myself onto and elbow and roll Ella onto her back, both relieved and disappointed to lose the stimulation of her lush behind. I duck my head and claim her l!ps, dragging my palm down to her swollen b.reast as I steal the breath from her lungs. Ella m0ans and arches into my hand, and I drag my thumb over her beaded n!pple. We carry on this way for a while, saying good morning with our bodies instead of our voices, and enjoying every last moment.

When I finally pull back, bumping her pert nose with my own, I fall headfirst into the bottomless pools of her golden eyes. “Well, imp? What do you have to say for yourself?”

“It wasn’t my fault.” The brazen thing actually bats her eyelashes at me, the very picture of innocence.

practically stabbing me, what else was

up first and found Ella aroused, there are about a dozen different and completely

images of Ella splayed before me, whimpering in her sleep, coming before she even –

I could get things under control – not try to

head back

to touch me all you want, and I never get to return

I don’t trust myself not to lose control.” I remind her for the tenth time, already anticipating her usual

are off when it comes

at me curiously, “I was thinking.” She begins hesitantly, her slender fingers toying with the dark hair

prompt, tracing my

dates.” Ella muses hopefully. “Then we

I’m not getting fun out of this? That I don’t

answers, her skin flushing bright red. “In fact I think you might enjoy it too much.” She adds ruefully, earning a laugh in reply. I know she’s been overwhelmed by my dedication to making her see stars as often and frequently as I can, but I don’t feel the least bit sorry about it. She deserves all

generous as Ella would want to give affection as much, if not more, than she wants to receive it, but I wasn’t joking about my struggles with control. “Im sorry, baby.” I profess honestly, pressing a deep, lingering k!ss to her l!ps. “I know it’s difficult. And believe me, I wish things were different. I

exclaims, cutting me

her blushes, and I never want to lose the

even in our dreams?” Ella

I can actually feel you in my arms, while I’m making love to you in

disappointment.

months.” I say, hoping to offer her some comfort. “And towards the end you probably won’t want me anywhere near you. You’ll be so uncomfortable and