Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 144 – Ella Begs for Mercy

Ella

When I wake, my body is filled with the most exquisite soreness.

My hand immediately leaps to my neck, where Sinclair’s mark is seared into my skin. Being claimed was the most intense experience of my life, and it feels remarkably as though Sinclair and I are no longer separate people, but two halves of the same whole. His big body is wrapped around me as he dozes, and I’m amazed to realize I can sense his inner wolf’s pride and satisfaction even while he rests.

I can’t really explain how the bond feels. In some way it’s like my bond with the baby, except instead of flashes of hazy emotion I can constantly sense Sinclair’s feelings, in a deep form of empathy that is confusing and overwhelming at times. Our hearts beat in perfect sync now, and I know we can communicate telepathically when we choose, even though we haven’t had the chance to test this particular gift. So far we haven’t done anything but make love. In fact my new mate woke me up three times during the night to take me again, and my poor S** is so swollen and sensitive that I’m afraid of Sinclair waking up and lavishing more attention on my exhausted body.

I try to sneak out of bed while he sleeps, but his powerful arms tighten around me, and then there’s a low rumble in my ear. “And just where do you think you’re going?”

“Just to the bathroom.” I lie, realizing at once that this is a mistake. If I can sense Sinclair’s feelings then he can certainly sense mine.

“Tsk, tsk,” He clucks, rolling me onto my back and looming above me. His voice is stern but there’s only love, amusement and desire in his eyes. As soon as I see these emotions, I feel them as well, blended with my own and yet entirely distinct. “Lying to your new mate already, trouble?” Sinclair teases, caressing my cheek. “And trying to sneak away from me?”

“I thought you’d try to be intimate if I woke you.” I explain, only slightly sulky.

devilish glint in his emerald eyes. “You

once, and I know that’s why he does it. If only I could hide my reaction from him – but that’s more impossible than ever now. “Well was I wrong?”

completely, “Baby, why didn’t you say so?” He moves between my legs and gently rumbles when I try to clench them shut. “Come on, let me

concern, I realize I can’t. “How are you doing that?” I inquire curiously, more than a little intrigued

practice.” Sinclair answers huskily, prying apart my thighs with no trouble at all. “Though I’m not sure

are you hiding your feelings from me now?” I inquire,

to let others feel my anxiety, especially not my mate.” He tenderly pulls my hand away so he can examine my abused flesh, purring sympathetically and crooning when he sees how red and swollen I am. “Poor little wolf.” He murmurs, carefully spreading my lips so he can take a closer look, “I’ve been too rough

my eyes at the silly canine, who loves his dominance too much to risk him going easy on us. So I

too well endowed for your little body to take. Amusement is heavy in his voice, and he arches a brow at me as he continues. Though I didn’t hear you complaining when you were coming all over me last

values are misplaced by the human society that raised me, and I’ve certainly enjoyed myself with him in bed. My thoughts are interrupted when Sinclair moves his mouth dangerously close

in my brain, but then it’s too late. Sinclair’s talented tongue swipes up the length of my S**, lapping up the wetness accumulated at my entrance and flicking over the tiny bundle of nerves at the apex of my mound. “Dominic no– ohhh.” I exclaim, sighing as a fresh wave of heat consumes me. A moment ago I thought my clit might

my mate continues using our mind link. The sound of his dark laughter fills my head, soon followed by the words, I wasn’t lying about sharing my worries, but perhaps

tangled in his hair as confused, needy whimpers are dragged from my lips. Still, his words manage to penetrate the haze of lust and disorientation consuming my mind, and I feel a burst of relief. I’m immensely glad to know that I’ll still

laugh sounds in my thoughts,You’ve got a long way to go before you’ll be able to pull one over on me, mate. But I’d be lying if I said I’m not excited to see you

an excuse to spank me again. I answer, trying and failing to sound offended by the

his ministrations to look up at me,

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as much distance between myself and the bed as possible. Sinclair blinks, realizing I’m no longer sprawled like

to sound firm. “My body is off limits until it’s had a chance to recover, is