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.

eyes. “You mean you thought I’d try

blush and shiver, certain I’ll never get used to hearing him speak this way. It scandalizes me and turns me on all at 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

my legs and gently rumbles when I try to clench them shut. “Come on,

is a trick or genuine concern, I realize I can’t. “How are you doing that?” I inquire curiously, more than a little intrigued to realize there might be a way

mate, but it takes practice.” Sinclair answers huskily, prying apart my thighs with no trouble at all. “Though

my center, my suspicions raised. “And why are you hiding your feelings from me now?” I inquire, now convinced this is all just

not my mate.” He tenderly pulls my hand away so he can examine my abused flesh, purring sympathetically

exclaims, and Sinclair’s masculine smirk tells me I’ve just managed to successfully communicate telepathically. I roll my eyes at the silly canine, who loves his dominance too much to risk him going easy on us. So I sa*sily add, This is just what

body to take. Amusement is heavy in his voice, and he

both know it. I love how small and delicate I feel beside Sinclair, even if those 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 to my body. Here angel, let me kiss

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 fall

about sharing my worries, but

of lust and disorientation consuming my mind, and I feel a burst of relief. I’m immensely glad to know that I’ll still be able to surprise and trick

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

I answer, trying and failing to sound offended by

look up at me, his eyes

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way with me, I leap out of bed and pull on my robe, putting as much distance between myself and the bed as possible. Sinclair blinks, realizing I’m no longer sprawled like a ragdoll over his chest, before narrowing his eyes at me,

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