Accidental Surrogate for Alpha novel Chapter 52

Sinclair

At the very last second Ella seems to realize what she’s doing and starts to pull back. Unfortunately for her, the scent of her arousal is filling the small space where we’re confined, and the desire in her eyes is so strong I can’t stop myself. I catch her nape before she can move away from me, claiming her lips in one swift move.

Ella offers me a plaintive little moan then sinks willingly into my arms, sliding her arms around my neck and pressing her soft body flush to mine. I growl in reply, my wolf chuckling in my head when she noticeably shivers. She’s so beautifully responsive, my every touch sending ripples of heat through her small body. It’s only too tempting to continue touching and petting her in new ways, just to see how she’ll react.

Despite her reluctance or disinterest in getting involved with me, Ella shows no hesitance now. I suspect our heated conversation pushed her past her inhibitions or worries. She’s too turned on to think clearly and though I know I shouldn’t take advantage, I’m not a saint. I don’t know any man or wolf who could deny such a sweet offering – and Goddess is she sweet.

Ella returns my kisses with open fervor, parting her lips for my questing tongue and shifting until she’s straddling my lap. Before long her swollen center is pressed to my hardness, separated only by my slacks and her dress. I want to rip the clothes from her body, to expose every inch of her soft skin and finally fulfill my erotic fantasies about her. I’ve become so pent up with sexual tension lately that I’ve found myself making lists in my head, noting all the things I’d like to do with the lovely human if she ever decides to let me into her bed.

It’s practically torture not to escalate our tryst when I know how close I am to making those dreams a reality, yet at the same time I’m overjoyed to simply have Ella in my arms this way. Her lips are completely addictive, and I could happily spend hours tasting her this way. Ella, on the other hand, seems more impatient. She gradually drags her lips from mine and trails them across my jaw and down my neck, her nimble fingers busying themselves with undoing the buttons on my shirt.

When I realize what she intends I catch her slender wrists. “Take it easy, gorgeous.” I advise, worried she’ll regret this if I let it continue. “We’re not even home yet.”

Ella grumbles wordlessly, continuing to lick and nibble her way over my body even as I hold her hands captive. The next thing I know, her little teeth are sinking into my pec – not a nibble or a nip, but a true bite. It seems my sweet human didn’t care for being refused, and she’s reacting like any she-wolf who’s mate isn’t giving her what she needs. I fist one of my large hands in the silky strands of her hair, pulling her off of me before I lose control completely. It takes all my willpower not to throw her onto the seat and claim her once and for all, but somehow I manage. “Fuck, you can’t do that, Ella.” I grit out.

“Why not?” I look down at her, catching sight of an indignant pout so adorable I have to kiss her again.

“Because only mates bite one another.” I sigh when we part. “It’s incredibly intimate, it carries meanings you don’t understand.”

“So explain.” She counters, her brow crinkling in confusion.

Huffing out a laugh, I loosen my hold on her long hair, stroking my fingers through the tresses. “I can’t. It’s a wolf thing. It’s part of our bond, there’s magic that passes between two partners.” I continue. “And you biting me is like an open invitation for my wolf to claim you. It isn’t easy to hold him back.”

I don’t tell her that this shouldn’t be the case. A simple bite from any random woman certainly wouldn’t tempt my wolf, even a bite from a lover wouldn’t tempt him unless he wanted to claim her anyway. But Ella doesn’t know that and I don’t want to overwhelm her. Still, my words have the intended affect, the idea of my wolf claiming her sobers Ella more quickly than anything else, and the tension between us lowers to a simmer.

I carefully extract the sweet bundle from my lap, placing her on the seat beside me. The fog of lust is still covering her eyes, but I can see her slowly coming down from the endorphin high. Her pulse isn’t racing so fast anymore, and I settle my palm on her belly, feeling our pup. He’s awake and giving off pulses of happy contentment, no doubt pleased to have us both near. I tenderly stroke Ella’s stomach, still reveling in our baby’s elusive consciousness. “The pup’s influence is strong – you’re acting more like a wolf every day.” I observe.

“I’m sorry.” Ella finally confesses, looking truly lost now. “Not just for the bite… for all of it. I don’t know what came over me.”

“You don’t have to apologize.” I answer. “I like kissing you.”

“But it’s not…” She shakes her head. “I don’t want that.” Ella insists, gazing up at me. “Thank you for stopping me, I don’t… I’ve never lost control that way. I made such a fuss about us not blurring the lines of our relationship and then I threw myself at you like that… I really don’t know how it happened.”

I do. I think with amusement. I should have expected as much given Ella’s mischievous streak and the way she’s been playfully testing me from the beginning, as well as the times she’s very seriously pushed back at my authority. She needs a firm hand, she craves the kind of care only a strong mate can provide – and it doesn’t matter one bit that she’s human.