Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 288 – Weeks to Wait

“Liar,” I murmur, glancing at him over my shoulder as he positions himself against my center, running his head up and down my s*x, teasing me. “You haven’t been starving. You’ve been f*cking me in my dreams. Wasn’t that enough to keep the hunger at bay?”

He chuckles lowly, bringing his cock back to my center and slowly beginning to press into me.” You tell me,” he says, gasping as he goes. “When I f*ck you in your dreams, does it feel anything like this?

And suddenly I’m gasping too as he starts to fill me, my vision flooded with stars as I press my eyes shut and moan into the fabric of my pillow. Every inch of him stretches me, feeling like an unending fullness as I feel the swell of his head making room for the rest of him on its path deeper inside me. The sensation rips through me like a storm, the pleasure of it and my hips buck against him, urging him on, needing more

Sinclair gives a rough shudder as he finishes seating his length deep inside me. Then, he rocks his hips back, making me groan anew to feel him pull out an inch, and then slam again home. Sinclair wraps himself closer around me, one hand finding my breast as he repeats the action again and again, a rough, feral pounding over which neither of us have control. The sensation builds in me as his other hand slips over my hip, pressing against my swollen and greedy clit, and I cry out as he presses me there, increasing his pace as he does.

“I’m sorry,” he grits through his teeth, completely undone by the intensity of this after months of wanting, and abstaining, and holding back. “F*ck, Ella, I’m sorry – I can’t last – you’re so f*cking

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And then he gives a final spasm and a cry and I feel him spill loose in me, the sensation warm and thick and rich, and the thought of it – of him bursting thick spurts of hot cum inside of me – makes me spill over, my orgasm making me rock my hips back hard against him, forcing him deeper against that favorite place inside of me that makes me shake and shiver.

We lay there for awhile, spent, my back pressed against his chest, panting quietly. “Ella,” he whispers after a moment, my name barely audible on his breath. “Are you…are you all right?”

I nod my head, my eyes closed, letting my body feel the afterthought of the shivers that still run through me from head to toe.

“No,” he says, shaking my shoulder a bit. “I mean…the baby.”

My eyes fly open at the idea and I look down at myself, quickly assessing…

But…

turning to give him a little pout. “He’s still…in there. Determined never to come out.”

face further to him and giving

the point of all this to somehow shake this baby loose? “I don’t know, Sinclair,” I say, running a hand over my stomach. “I’m not feeling anything like labor. I think we’re going to be in this for the

to kiss his way down my

way down my body. I suppose he’s right though – even if we do have weeks to wait, at least we can give the term “bed rest” a

—

great deal of our time is spent just holding each other close, letting our bodies fall into their old rhythms together, our breath and

up. It’s not that I don’t want him there tonight

I give a little moan of discomfort, twisting my aching muscles to ease them, but I only feel the ache grow deeper. I gasp a little

like I’m very

drift off to sleep for a

almost to a seated position, however, about ten minutes later when the ache begins again, this time deep and echoing through my muscles. I give a little gasping cry as the pain continues through my back and travels down the inside of

putting a hand on my shoulder.

okay,” I murmur, giving him a look over my shoulder, rubbing my stomach. “I just think that

“I

he presses,

say, turning and smiling at him. “Maybe that our afternoon wasn’t such a waste after all.” I give him a big smile and let him press his hands against my stomach.

my abdomen, fascinated. Then he looks up at me, curious. Did

“I didn’t think to.” Then, I close my eyes and reach for the baby. I can

His eyes are closed as he too reaches out to Rafe, trying to figure out how he feels. Then,

”