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Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 241
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#Chapter 241 - Ella and Sinclair Celebrate

Ella

After Leon leaves Sinclair takes me to bed, though not for the reason I initially hoped. I cling to him as

he tries to place me in my nest, "What are you doing?” I inquire indignantly.

"Trying to help you get comfortable.” He replies, petting my cheek. 'You need to rest."

"You promised we'd cuddle.” I remind him, refusing to let go. I wrap my legs around his back, hanging

off of him like a very round sloth.

"I did, but I think we both know that's not what you're interested in right now.” Sinclair rumbles

affectionately, gently detaching my limbs from his big body. I huff and stretch out beneath him, wriggling

out of my clothes and enticing him with my lush curves. His emerald eyes rake over my naked skin with

open appreciation, and I hear his wolf grumbling with barely contained desire.

He's not wrong about my intentions. This is the ether's doing - a side effect I haven't yet experienced

because Sinclair hasn't been with me during the previous sessions. The drug is not only consuming my

mind in a haze of dreamy images and surreal illusions, but the euphoric sensations which once

seemed like innocent joy now translate into overwhelming lust.

With Sinclair's heady aroma and dominant energy filling my senses, my limbs become deliciously

heavy, and a sultry heat radiates from my core. My blood simmers and pulses, accumulating in my

breasts and dripping sex, swelling them with carnal need. My love for my mate is so powerful in this

moment that I can’t even contemplate keeping it to myself. It wants to pour out of me in a great rush, to

drown my mate in affection and bring us both to rapture.

"We just discovered something wonderful, Dominic." I state in a voice as smooth as silk. "We should

celebrate."

Sinclair sighs, fluffing the pillows around my body and tucking me beneath a weighted blanket. "I hate

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to say it but I don't think you're in the right state of mind for that." He declares firmly, his tone leaving no

room for argument. "Besides, not all of that memory was good, my love. Are you sure you aren't just

focusing on the nice part to avoid thinking about the rest?"

"Of course I'm sure." I counter stubbornly, pushing the blanket off of me and sidling closer to him. "The

ether isn't making me imagine I want you, Dominic. I always want you." I profess, leaning into his side

and kissing his neck. "Are you truly going to deny me just because I'm a little high?"

'That's exactly what I'm going to do, you naughty thing." Sinclair answers sternly, "now stop flirting with

me and lie down."

My wolf whines pitifully, and I slump back against the pile of pillows. Sinclair's hungry gaze follows my

every move, and I sense his dire temptation through our bond. A flash of devious inspiration strikes,

and I part my legs, letting him see just how aroused I am- ensuring my scent assails him at full force.

Sinclair groans, his wolf snarling with frustration and heightening my arousal even further. "Such a

brazen little wolf." He croons, towering over my prone body with dark, sensual intent. ‘You don’t have

any inhibitions right now, do you, trouble?” He observes, sliding his fingers through my slick cleft,

teasing my aching clit with a featherlight touch that nonetheless makes me arch and cry out. "Putting

this sweet pussy on display like this... tempting me with all your honey?” He removes his hand only to

take his fingers into his mouth, licking my arousal from his long fingers with a rumble of pleasure. The

scandalous sight leaves me panting, but then Sinclair captures my nape in his powerful grip, lowering

his face until our noses are practically touching. "Do you really believe I'm going to let you get away

with it?"

I nod hopefully, but my mate's ominous chuckle makes my heart sink. ” Wrong answer, baby.” He nips

my trembling lower lip. "When the ether wears off I'm going to rut you senseless, but not before I teach

you what happens to bad girls who try to top from the bottom."

"But you've done that before." I object, my sex clenching with the memory of the night he finally

claimed me.

"Well clearly the lesson didn't stick." Sinclair rumbles, kissing me fiercely. * Lucky for you I'm a very

patient wolf."

To my utter dismay, my mate is as good as his word. A few hours later I’m spread-eagled on the bed

with Sinclair's head buried between my legs, his talented tongue tormenting me to no end.

'This isn’t fair!" I whimper desperately, "I was high!” I've been spanked and worked up into an

impossible lather, forced to orgasm over and over again as my mate overwhelms me with more

pleasure than I can bear. I never know how Sinclair is going to punish me, and today he seems to have

decided to teach me to be careful what I wish for - by giving me too much of it. Frankly I can't decide

whether it's worse to be overwhelmed with too many climaxes or denied them until I’m a begging,

babbling mess. At this point I'm so sensitive that the slightest touch can send me over the edge again,

detonating in a terrifying blend of ecstacy and pain.

"And you were a defiant imp who left me with blue balls all day long.” Sinclair replies, guiding me onto

my hands and knees. ‘You're lucky I’m so proud of you, or I might have refused to claim you at all.”

I scoff before I can think better of it, "Fat chance, with me leaving in less than a week. I'm surprised

your wolf even lets me out of bed."

"Is that so?" Sinclair responds, his deep bass full of foreboding. 'Then perhaps we aren't finished yet,

after all."

Despite his words, I hear his belt buckle clink and my wolf sags with relief. Finally, she moans in my

head, driving me to sway my punished bottom in invitation. As raw as my intimate flesh is, nothing

compares to being filled and marked by my mate, and she won’t be satisfied until he takes this final

step.

Sinclair growls, dragging his hard length through my sodden folds, using my own arousal to coat his

huge cock before pressing the thick tip to my back entrance. I jolt slightly, because we’ve only done this

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in our dreams. Sinclair purrs and rests his free hand on the small of my back, rubbing my lumbar in

soothing circles. "Easy, sweetheart." He encourages, some of the fire fading from his voice. "I’ll go

slow."

I whine as he presses forward, feeling the foreign stretch of my forbidden channel. My cheeks flush

with embarrassment as his thick head finally pops inside, feeling so strange and wrong... so oddly

exquisite. "That's it," He praises, reaching down to stroke my overly-sensitized clit. All of my inner

muscles clench and a moan escapes my lips as Sinclair eases further inside me. "Good girl, just relax.

Remember how much you loved this the first time? How you came to pieces before I could even think

about touching your needy clit?"

I shake my head, not understanding why something that sounds so wrong can excite me so much. I

know Sinclair loves scandalizing my sensibilities, but that doesn't explain why I enjoy it in equal

measure. When he’s finally buried to the hilt Sinclair drags my back up against his chest, claiming my

mouth as I adjust to his size. My lips part on a silent gasp when he begins to pull out, and he swallows

the non-sound with a ravenous purr.

Sinclair withdraws almost entirely before thrusting back inside of me in a single move, and I cry out as

his flared cockhead rubs up against my g-spot through the thin walls separating my passages. He does

it again and again, and before I know it I'm abruptly thrown over the edge of orgasm. It seems like too

much too fast, but my body is strung as tight as a bow after all his expert handling. ’You see?" Sinclair

growls, all predator now, 'Your body was made for me, we fit together so perfectly that you can't help

but find pleasure in anything we do.”

There's a note of pure elation in his voice, and I understand he was every bit as eager to celebrate our

newly fated status as I was - he simply had more patience. A tiny ache I hadn't realized I was carrying

eases in my chest, comforted to discover the desire wasn't one-sided. "Mine," He purrs, increasing the

pace of his thrusts as his hands work wonders on my breasts and clenching sex. "My fated Ella. I knew

you were meant for me. You're too perfect not to be - everything I could ever dream of and more."

At any other time I might try to tell him that I'm far from perfect, but I know there's no reasoning with his

wolf right now. If I try it will undoubtedly result in another spanking... though now that I think of it... "I'm

not perfect."