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

”

let his hand go and lean forward, slipping my hand onto

my hand away and glancing a glare

and closing my eyes, pressing my legs together against the steady ache that’s growing there. Then, I lean my head back and let my mind wander, thinking about all the things I’m going to do to him the moment I get him in

snarl rips

our housemaids start in surprise as Sinclair storms through it, me in his arms. I barely manage to shoot her an apologetic look before Sinclair heads for the stairs, taking them two at a time. He moves with an

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

shirt and I get a good

low as I take in my mate, the rippling muscles of his pecs and abs, the

and the tight, tapered waist. God damn it, but I want to run my tongue over every

leaning back on my elbows and pressing my legs

single jerk and pushing the waist of his pants so that they fall to the floor, his shorts going with

did the last time we were close like this, making his body a cage over me, one from which I have absolutely no desire to escape. As he closes the space between us, I feel my

suddenly, I realize that this is his game, and I smirk. I tortured him in the car, and now he’s paying me back, making me wait while he lingers above me. The wolf in me rises to the bait, giving

with me, now. I twist to the side, not wanting him to crush me beneath him, and Sinclair lands next to me on the bed as I opening my mouth to him completely,

fabric free of my legs and ankles, and then briskly pulls my shirt 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