Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

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 ma*saging my neck in steady circles.

“No.” I reply, shifting nervously from foot to foot. His demeanor is so predatory, so foreboding, and 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 know how 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.

“Well, I was planning on taking things slowly but making it as fun for you as possible.” Sinclair shares, sliding his knee between my thighs. “Now I think I might just drag it out, make you work for your pleasure. What do you think about that?”

I can feel her rising up inside of me, and I revel over how different it is to exist in this body now that I’m sharing it with a full-fledged wolf. In the past my inner voice has been a comfort or friend, and more recently a conundrum, now I feel like she’s at the wheel and I’m merely along for the ride. “I think that’s a terrible idea.” I hear myself reply, my voice decidedly sullen. “I shouldn’t have

shower tap. He sweeps my feet off the ground, carrying me out of the shower and not bothering to dry me off before 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 the small

can feel heat 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 understand, but she and I are one now. I find my hand trying to sneak down between my legs as he punishes

your pleasure belongs to me, mate.” He rumbles, seizing my hand

my hands on either side of my head, “Tell me now, baby. Will you be

my foolish wolf into a fresh fit of rebellion. “I’d like

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 heart rate increase, he rests his palm on my belly and leans over

works tight circles on my clit as he leans down to tease my nipple with his tongue, and I lift my hips to meet his touch, biting back my needy moan. I’m already so turned on from the shower and his spanking, so it doesn’t take long before I’m teetering on the edge of an orgasm. Unfortunately Sinclair is so tuned in to my body’s cues that he senses my

more defiant. Sinclair lowers his 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 not the least bit concerned with the crimson

tortuous pattern over and over again. Using his hands and mouth he brings me to the very edge of ecstasy before pulling back at the last second, leaving me disappointed and desperate. I arch into his touch wherever it’s offered, eventually begging him for the release he withholds. Still he doesn’t give in, continuing

whimpering moans does he untie my hands and feet from the bed. He rolls onto his back and encourages me to sit astride him. Finally free to climb atop him and seek my own pleasure, I balk at Sinclair’s ma*sive size. I’m not sure if I can take

I could scream. The true issue is whether I can handle such a man, but I suppose the only option I have

girthy length into my tight tunnel. Still, as soon as my hips settle against his, Sinclair rocks up into my heat, rubbing his cock head against that special spot inside me and setting off fireworks