Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 52 – Sunclair’s Waming

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’

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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 S**ual 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. “F u ck, 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 pa*ses 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.

“It’s okay.” I repeat, “And I will always do what I can to make sure we don’t get carried away.” One huge

exception looms in my mind’s eye, and after tonight, I know I can’t put it off any longer. “But Ella, I really

do need to warn you about the wild hunt.”

“How so?” She asks.

“The wild hunt event happens on the second to last night of the festival. It’s a tradition where male

wolves hunt,” I’m careful to put this word in air quotes, just in case she misunderstands, “their mates in

the forest.”

“I know.” She breathes. “Aileen told me all about it. She said I would have to start the hunt, but it was

okay that I couldn’t shift because I’d enter the forest in human form anyway.”

“Yes.” I confirm. wondering if my beta’s wife told her the rest. “And I a*sume you know what happens

when the she-wolves are caught.”

Ella flushes scarlet. “Aileen said you celebrate by ‘making new wolves’.” As embarra*sed as she seems

to be saying these words, the darling human doesn’t seem to be taking it seriously. I understand why

she might not think there’s anything to worry about in our case, but unfortunately that isn’t the reality

“Right.” I agree again. “But you have to understand that I will be shifted by the time I reach you. My wolf

will be in control, and he’s not as gentle or patient as I am.”

“But you’ll shift back, won’t you?” She inquires, sounding suddenly

anxious

“Yes, but he’ll still be at the forefront, and we’ll have been on the hunt.” I wonder if she comprehends all

the implications of this, then realize she can’t possibly. Only a shifter could understand. I know I have to

be more direct. “That night brings the dawning of the Solstice, when our magic is strongest. Our wolves

will be closer to the surface that day than they are almost any other day of the year. I won’t be myself, I

won’t be able to hold myself back without help from you. My wolf will see the mother of our pup and

want to carry out the ritual to make love to you. If you encourage me, I won’t be able to stop myself”

“So I won’t encourage you.” Ella answers, as if the solution is truly that

simple.

“It might be harder than you think.” I warn. “The pup is changing your behavior already, and the event is

very heated from the beginning. We can’t let what happened tonight happen at the hunt.”

Ella grimaces, “Okay.” She nods gravely, clearly taking the matter very

seriously

“There’s one more thing.” I add, my mouth forming a hard line.

“Yes?” She prompts me.

“Once I’ve caught up to you, you have to stop running.” I state, hoping the baby’s influence isn’t strong

enough to make her do this. A true she wolf wouldn’t give up until her mate actually pinned her to the

ground, but if it gets that far I don’t think I’ll be able to hold myself back. “If you keep going it will send

my prey drive into override and I will chase you down… It would be a different kind of encouragement,

but every bit as dangerous. So whatever you do don’t run.”

Ella gulps, “I promise.”

–

I’m relieved to have this conversation out of the way, to know we’re on the same page. And yet, I saw

how curious Ella became tonight about our ways, and I can see the same curiosity in her now. I just

have to hope that curiosity isn’t so strong that she decides to test me on the night of the hunt. If she

does – we’ll both be in big trouble.