Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 140 – Foreplay

Ella

“This isn’t fair.” I complain, sitting naked in the back of the limo, glaring at Sinclair. “You said you would claim me if I shifted.”

“Greedy mate.” He teases, kissing the soft spot behind my ear. “I didn’t say I would do it in the middle of the forest.”

He hadn’t, but I was still very displeased when – instead of ravishing me the moment I finished the painful but brief shift back into being a human – he pulled me to my feet and strolled back to the waiting cars and guards. “I don’t see why not.” I grumble, “I like the forest.”

“Because we’d be too exposed in the forest, I wouldn’t be able to really enjoy myself because I’d be too on my guard.” He answers in a low rumble. “And it’s our first real time together, I’m not going to make love to you up against a tree.”

“Then how are you going to do it?” I ask, peeking up at him and discovering his eyes already glue to my sulking features. “In the back of a limo, maybe?” I suggest, stroking his muscular thigh and batting my lashes.

“No, you naughty thing.” He chuckles, pulling me a little closer, even though we’re already flush. He pauses to claim my lips, then trails kisses over my jaw until his warm breath is fluttering over my ear. “I’m going to take you home and lay you out on my bed–”

nest.” I correct him,

lay you out like my own personal feast, and then I’m going to kiss every last inch of your lovely body before I even consider touching your sweet pussy.” He declares, his deep voice turning my entire body into liquid fire. “And when you’re so desperate and needy that you’re all but begging for

he has to worry about safety or privacy, where he can’t disappear into the moment. “And every time you beg me to go

from listening

going to take you so fiercely, so ruthlessly, that your own wolf is going to come to absolute pieces.” Sinclair states huskily. “I’m going to possess you so completely that you won’t even feel whole again unless I’m inside you.” I shudder and he purrs, cupping my breast and brushing his thumb over my beaded nipple. “That’s right, gorgeous. I’m going to make you crave me as wildly as I crave you, and only when I’ve brought you to another climax on my cock, when I’ve gotten so lost in your beautiful body that I

spot where my neck meets my shoulder, grazing his teeth over my sensitive skin. He closes his fangs over my flesh, applying gentle pressure, and my wolf begins howling with need. How can a man touching such

to worry because I’ll be right there, holding you tight.” He promises, filling me with an entirely

knows it. When I look up at him his wolf is glowing in his eyes,

of knowing his desire is for me and me alone. I

nicely, and you tell me exactly what you want to do.” He replies, pressing his mouth to mine and nipping my plump

as I realize he wants me to speak as he is, to be explicit about my desire and shrug off my inhibitions. I want so badly to give him pleasure, especially after all these weeks of receiving his selfless affection and not being able to return it. Still, I’ve never spoken about S** this way – even with Mike. At best he would ask if I was in the mood, then lie on top of me for a few minutes before groaning out his release and patting my bottom to reward me for a job well done. In hindsight I hate that I was such a doormat with him, but I

front of the house before I can conjure a reply, and Sinclair wraps me up in a robe before donning one himself, and carrying me inside. He bounds up the stairs to his

stammer, thinking of

and gesturing to the conifer needles and streaks of mud on our legs. I forgot we’d been romping through the forest as our wolves, and even the snow couldn’t keep the dirt

despising the very idea. I try to focus on his first question, but the thought of a bath raises images in my mind, fuzzy memories