Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 48

Chapter 48- The Ring

Ella

“Come in.” Sinclair’s voice sounds even deeper than usual, and I’m wondering if I’m imagining it. I waited as long as I could bear before coming to his rooms after finding some relief for all the pent up S**ual tension he’s created in me. Still, I don’t feel nearly satisfied. My S** is still swollen and pulsing with need, and I’m terrified that he’ll somehow be able to tell how erotically charged I am.

The larger problem, however, is that I’m exhausted. I’m desperate for some rest, especially after missing my usual afternoon nap amidst the preparations for the festival. As the pregnancy progresses I can’t help but think how ironic it is that the closer I come to bringing a baby into the world, the more childlike I seem to become: overly sensitive, constantly exhausted, picky about food, sick half the time and struggling with bladder control. Last week I cried because I ate all of my snack and didn’t have any left! And now this… I can’t sleep by myself. I’m grumpy because I didn’t get tucked in by Sinclair, and couldn’t fall asleep without him next to me. So I’ve abandoned my pride and now I’m actually going to him so I can beg to crawl into his huge, comfy bed with him.

I poke my head inside, and fight back a whimper. His bedside lamp is on, and he’s propped up on his elbows, looking expectantly in my direction with the same dark intensity he always reserves for me. He’s shirtless, his chiseled abs glowing in the lamplight, and his dark hair is tousled effortlessly. There’s a swath of scruff over his powerful jaw, and his green eyes are almost glowing in the dim light. It’s not fair for anyone to look that good, especially not when I’m already squeezing my legs together just to relieve the ache he planted with his kiss.

“Are you still up?” I ask inanely, apparently forgetting that he’s clearly awake and staring right at me.

“I am.” The corner of Sinclair’s mouth curves up, and I’m reminded of how soft and firm his lips had been on mine. “Is everything okay?”

I slip the rest of the way inside, leaning back against the door until it clicks shut and staring at the ground. “I can’t sleep.” I confess, wrapping my arms protectively around my body.

“I can give you a supplement.” He offers. “The doctor left some herbal remedies

to leave me groggy all day

Sinclair states simply, rising from the

like that. I

now, and for the first time I have the sense that

the second. Why doesn’t he just scoop

affection. The little voice in my head snipes, sounding even more bitter than I feel. You wanted him to respect your wishes, didn’t

and more vocal since I became pregnant,

some ambient sounds.” Sinclair muses, still

I can realize what I’m doing. I shake my head pitifully, realizing a few things at once. First, Sinclair knows exactly what I want. Second, he’s taking no small amount of pleasure in suggesting all the wrong solutions.

reading my mind, Sinclair says, “Just tell me what I can do to

toward his palm and take a chomp out of

narrows his eyes, then smirks, tightening his hold on my cheek. “Don’t even think about it.” He warns, his rich voice full of foreboding – but also amusement, as

annoyed that he forbade them. It honestly makes me want to bite him even more than ever, but I’m afraid that if I do he won’t let me sleep with him – and I need rest

in his arms bridal style. I snuggle in and lean my cheek against the hard plane of his

feel compelled to make an excuse for myself as he transfers me to the king-sized bed. “Thank you, I think the pup

my belly before I can even think about moving out of reach – not that running away would do me any good. His brow arches a moment later, and I suddenly feel very vulnerable with him standing over me