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?”

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

reaching behind his body to shut off the 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

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 me, a jolt of utter rapture pulsing through me when my fingers connect with

you that your pleasure belongs to me, mate.” He rumbles, seizing my hand and sliding my fingers into his mouth, licking the wetness from my skin. “I see I’m going to have to take things up a

of my head, “Tell me now, baby. Will you be

trigger my past. Instead it sends my foolish wolf into a fresh fit of rebellion.

panic, but the moment Sinclair hears my heart rate increase, he rests

lift my hips to meet his touch, biting back my needy moan. I’m already so turned on from the shower and his

to mine, stealing a kiss as he croons, “Such a fierce little wolf.” I

at the last second, leaving me disappointed and desperate. I arch into his touch wherever it’s offered,

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 him all, but Sinclair sits up, cupping

true issue is whether I can handle such a man, but I suppose the only option I have is to try. I carefully center the flared head of Sinclair’s cock at my entrance, certain that I’m going

rocks up into my heat, rubbing his cock head against that special spot inside me and setting off fireworks in my body. All of a