Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 286 – Home as Fast as we Can

Ella

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The minute Hank gave his a*sent, Sinclair was moving, gathering me up into his arms and striding for the clinic’s door. We drew quite a few eyes on our way out – a gigantic man carrying a little pregnant woman bodily out of the doctor’s office, and her laughing with glee all the way. But I didn’t care. I ignored them all, pressing myself close to Sinclair, eager for his warmth and his comfort and his love.

We don’t say a word to each other on the ride home. Instead, I stare out the car’s windshield with Sinclair’s hand grasped in my own, my breath coming in short pants. My mind wanders back and forth between the thoughts of my child and my pregnancy, and the thought of my mate –

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My mate his hard–muscled body, which I’ve wanted for weeks but haven’t even dared to touch outside of the dream space, for fear of losing control. Of his mouth, hot on mine, of his thick, hard cock, pressing against me, slipping inside me and

“You have to stop,” Sinclair growls, glancing at me as he speeds through traffic, weaving in and out of slower cars with expert grace. “I can feel what you’re thinking – I can smell it – and if you don’t stop I’m going to pull this car over right here

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his hand hard. “Pull the car over, Dominic.” Then, I let his hand

hand away and glancing a glare at me. “We didn’t come

there. Then, I lean my head back and let my mind wander, thinking about

rips through the

for the stairs, taking them two at a time. He moves with an agile grace, faltering only when I lean forward to press a kiss to his neck. He gives me a dirty look for torturing him, one that makes my stomach twist in anticipation, and then kicks our door open, heading straight for the

to his and kissing me deeply, as if never wanting to put me down. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back, letting him feel my joy at being able to hold him again, to be with his body the way that feels right to me, to let him feel my hunger and my desire. After a moment, though, Sinclair kicks the door

get a good look

in my mate, the rippling muscles of his pecs and abs, the

damn it, but I want to run my tongue over every tortured inch

elbows and pressing my legs primly together. “What

carefully at his prey, deciding precisely how he wants to pounce. He grips his belt, tugging it loose in a single jerk and pushing the waist of his pants so that they fall to the floor, his shorts going with them. And then

from which I have absolutely no desire to escape. As he closes the space between us, I feel my pulse rachet up even further, watching him move

tortured him in the car, and now he’s paying me back, making me wait while he lingers

desires, which is to be close to me, with me, now. I twist to the side, not wanting him to crush me beneath him, and Sinclair lands next to me on the

and my bra up over my head in a flash. I laugh as he works, as eager as he is to be free of these materials, to feel him on every inch of me instead of the cotton that I’ve had pressed against my skin for