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–”

correct him, not caring for

I’ll 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 relief, I’m going to make a home between your legs and absolutely gorge myself on your honey. I’m going to make you come so many times that you think you can’t take any more pleasure…

big hands trail over my naked body as he speaks, stroking and caressing me with such intense focus that I feel like I’m the only thing in the world… in his world. Suddenly I understand why he hadn’t wanted to do this in the forest, where he has to worry about safety or privacy, where he can’t disappear into the moment. “And every time you beg me to go faster, I’m just going to go slower.” He continues darkly, sending delicious shivers down my spine. No one has ever spoken to me this way, and there’s something about it that feels

my body flushed and smoldering simply from listening to him speak. Is it possible to climax from words

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

flesh, applying gentle pressure, and my wolf begins howling with need.

to the edge and sink my fangs deep. I’ll claim you as my one and only mate for the rest of our lives… the force of the bond will scare you, but you won’t have to worry because I’ll be right there, holding you tight.” He promises, filling me with an entirely different kind of warmth. “It will send

wolf is glowing in his eyes, and even though he’s turned my brain to mush, I can’t help but notice that I’m not the only one who’s gotten excited by his dirty

to fight not to gape at the size of him. Surely he hadn’t been that big in our dream? Either way my wolf is preening with the pride of knowing his desire is for me and me alone. I have the strongest impulse to reach out and take his hardness in my hand, and my mouth positively waters. “And will I finally be allowed to… to touch you?” I inquire shyly, not brave enough to use

you want to do.” He replies, pressing his

beat 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

stop in 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

stammer, thinking of his promises

quirking his lip and gesturing to the conifer needles and streaks of mud on our legs. I forgot we’d been romping through the forest as our

focus on his first question, but the thought of a bath raises images in my mind, fuzzy memories of being held down as Sinclair tried to warm my