Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 142

#Chapter 142-Claimed

Ella

At first I think Sinclair is angry, but then his lips part in a lethal grin and a growling laugh vibrates in his chest. He slides his hand over my cheek and around my nape, tangling his fingers in my wet hair. “Do you know what it means, to top from the bottom, little wolf?” He inquires ominously, his thumb massaging my neck in steady circles.

“No.” I reply, shifting nervously from foot to foot.

His demeanor is so predatory, so foreboding, ànd I know I’ve miscalculated in my attempt to hurry him up.

“It’s when you try to get your own way by provoking or manipulating me, using reverse psychology.” He explains darkly, “It’s an attempt to take control from your Alpha, your mate, without them realizing you’re doing it.” Sinclair prowls forward, and I instinctively retreat, moving backwards until my back collides with the tile wall. My heart hammers in my chest, and Sinclair rumbles with satisfaction as he watches me try to cope with his dominance. “I was willing to let you get away with making me come too soon because I knowhow hard it’s been on your generous heart to always be on the receiving end in the bedroom, but your mischievous wolf needs to know she can’t trick me into doing things her way.”

“And h-how are you going to teach her?” I ask nervously, a shiver racing down my spine when his green eyes flash with some unnamed emotion.

making it as fun for you as possible.” Sinclair shares, sliding his knee between my

a full-fledged wolf. In the past my inner voice has been a comfort or friend, and more rècently a conundrum, now I feel like she’s at the wheel and I’m merely along

of the shower and not bothering to dry me off befòre unceremoniously tossing me into my nest. I hiss and bare my fangs at him for the offense, but all this does is cause Sinclair to roll me over and pepper my bottom with swift spanks, holding me in place with a hand on

pooling between my legs, and there’s something so satisfying about feeling Sinclair take me in hand this way. I blame my wolf – the ridiculous creature loves his dominance in a way I don’t quite

doing, Sinclair flips me onto my back. “I thought I told you that your pleasure belongs to me, mate.” He rumbles, seizing my hand and sliding my

hands on either side of

you be okay if

trigger my past. Instead it sends my foolish wolf into a fresh fit of rebellion. “I’d like to see you try.” I challenge, wriggling against his

my wrists and ankles are cinched to the four corners of the bed, and I’m spread-eagle on the mattress, immobile and completely vulnerable. For a second I start to panic, but the moment Sinclair hears my he art rate increase, he rests his palm on my belly and leans over me so I can see his face. “You’re okay,

she’s safe in her mate’s hands, and I submit myself to Sinclair’s retribution. “So lovely.” He observes, petting my swollen sex. “So slick and sensitive.” His thumb works tight circles on my clit as he leans down to tease my nipple with his tongue, and I lift my hips to meet

lips to mine, stealing a kiss as he croons, “Such a fierce little wolf.” I nip his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, and he swats my neglected cleft, obviously

over again. Using his hands and mouth he brings me to the very edge of ecstasy before pulling back at the last second, léaving me

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