Accidental Surrogate for Alpha
Chapter 279

Chapter 279 – Trouble

Ella

“Took you long enough,” I call out when he finally appears. I’m seated on that copy of our bed in the starlit woods. It feels like hours have passed for me, but there’s no way to really know. Time works different here. It was probably just minutes, and my wanting him so badly that made it feel , longer.

“Really,” Sinclair murmurs, his eyes sweeping over me as I sit perched before him, wearing a dark- blue negligee that mirrors the white one I wore the first time we met in this dream state. I toss my hair over my shoulders, letting him smell the arousal on me, letting him know what it is that I want.

He prowls towards me, dressed only in his familiar black dress pants, but with no shirt to block my view of his chiseled abs, the swell of his muscular chest. I feel my mouth go a little dry as I look at him, letting myself want him. He stops at the edge of the bed, towering over me, my heart starting to pound behind my ribcage.

“And here I thought I was going to get a peaceful night’s sleep tonight,” he murmurs, his eyes lingering on the swell of my breasts against the silk of my lingerie.

“Oh,” I reply, raising my eyebrows and pretending to be innocently surprised. I shrug. “Well, if that’s what you want,” I lower myself backwards to lean on my elbows, laying my body out before him and nodding at the space next to me. “Please, make yourself comfortable. I won’t bother you while you nap.”

“Liar,” he smirks, his eyes flashing as he crawls over the bed so that he looms over me. “I know you, trouble. You won’t be able to keep your hands off me.”

“Oh?” I ask, blinking innocently. “Want to see me try?”

“No,” he growls, grabbing me by the neck and pulling my face forward to his. “No, I don’t want that at all.” Then, with aching slowness, he lays his body inch by inch on top of mine. I let my head fall back, my skin singing at the touch of his. So much of this is a repeat of what we were doing just a little bit ago, but the innocence, the restraint, is gone. The feeling of him pressed against me makes me loose with desire, the weight of his body on mine making me moan with wanting him.” There, good girl,” he murmurs against my neck. “That’s what I want. Moan for me.”

My breath starts to come short as I stroke my hands down the hard swell of the muscles of his back, pressing him tighter against me. I can feel the length of him hard and ready, pressed between my legs. I shift my hips, eliciting a growl from him as I grind slowly against that hardness. I press harder, liking the sound, making him want me as much as I want him. I feel myself growing wetter, my body desperate for the feel of him inside me.

“Slow down, trouble,” Sinclair rumbles, pulling his face back to look me in the eye.

“Why,” I ask. Sinclair never stops what could be I freeze, panic slicing through me, making my eyes fly wide. “Wait, do you think it’s….is it bad? Is it dangerous for the baby? Should we…”

“It’s fine,” he assures me, his eyes gentle as he shakes his head. I take a deep and shuddering breath, relaxing against him. I hadn’t even thought hadn’t thought to consider –

“It’s all right, little mate,” he whispers to me, pressing a soft kiss to my mating mark, making me shiver. “As real as this all feels, it’s all in your mind. Your body is resting, peacefully asleep. What we do here doesn’t affect your physical being.”

“Okay,” I whisper, running my hands through his hair. “I just wanted you to slow down,” he continues, kissing my clavicle and then moving lower to press a kiss between my breasts. “So that I could make sure I get to taste as much of you as I want to before I let you have me.”

“Let me have you?” I laugh, gasping a little as he licks a broad stroke up the center of my belly.” As if I couldn’t take you whenever oh…” my head falls back though as he silences me with his mouth, placing it right where I’d want it to go.

I groan as Sinclair slowly licks me, dragging his tongue over my clit, torturing me with its softness, his languorous pace. He gives me a low little laugh, pressing my hips back down when they buck instinctually towards him, urging him forward, begging for more, more. He continues at his torturous pace until I’m panting for him, my eyes pressed shut.

“Go on, Ella,” he urges, pulling his tongue away for just a moment and making me want to scream.” Beg me.”

“Please,” I moan, fisting the sheets in my hand.

“Good girl,” he murmurs and then, obligingly, lowers his mouth back to that little bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs and licking me roughly, sliding two of his thick fingers inside of me as he does. I come absolutely to pieces at the sensation, crying out as shudders wrack through my body.

He carries me through my orgasm, his tongue pressed hard against me. Then, when my chest is heaving and my eyes are pressed shut, he raises himself to hover over me.

“Ella,” he murmurs, turning my face to his wit at me, Ella.” a gentle press of his finger against my jaw. “Look I obey, opening my eyes and staring into my mate’s glowing green gaze.

“Feel me,” he orders, and I obey again, reaching down between us to grasp the thick velvet warmth of him, moving my hand slowly across his head. A shudder passes through him and he presses his eyes closed for a moment, and then looks back at me. “Ask me for it,” he demands.

“Please,” I beg again, not knowing what else to say, and he lowers his own hand to grasp the base of his cock, angling it so that it’s pressed against my entrance, but no further.

“Come on Ella,” he teases, laughing at me a little, riling me. “You said you could take me whenever. So? Make me.”

“Please, Dominic,” I moan, “I want you I want to feel you inside of me –” And it’s true. I feel myself pulsing, wanting him again, greedy despite the body–shaking pleasure he just gave me. I want more.

“Make me, Ella,” he growls, making my eyes fly open to hold his own. He presses himself just the tiniest bit inside of me then, just the tip of him widening me, stretching me for him, making me gasp in anticipation, remembering what it feels like to have all of him in me – all at once –

“Oh god damn it,” I gasp, unable to stop myself from dropping the sheets from my hands and grabbing his hips, pulling him forcefully forward. “Please, Dominic – f*ck me now – I need you – ” With a mighty growl, my mate obliges me with a single heavy thrust that sheathes him deep within me. I cry out as he fills me, wrapping my arms around the expanse of his back and sinking my teeth into the skin of his shoulder. He shouts as well, a shudder rocking through his frame as his body, his need, takes over, pulsing the thick length of him hard inside of me. Dominic is not gentle as he pounds his hips against mine but I don’t want him to be – not now – it’s been so long

– we need this –

My own body meets him stroke for stroke as I cling to him, the pace of my breath matching his, my hips rocking up so that his every plunge goes deeper, harder, faster, bringing him to his end.

His breath is ragged as he pulls his head away from its spot by my shoulder. He doesn’t slow his pace, not an instant, but he breathes my name, making me open my eyes again and meet his own.” Look at me,” he orders me. “Look at me.” And so I do I look him in the eye as he reaches his climax, my own building in me. I connect with him through our bond, passing him everything that’s in me – all my love, all my desire for him, all of the dedication, the passion that he rises in my soul. And as he shudders into his climax, releasing a heavy groan as he spills himself into me, he passes the feelings back, confirming and reaffirming his commitment, his love. I gasp my own release, pressing his hips hard against me as another orgasm shakes itself loose, leaving me boneless and exhausted against the sheets.

Sinclair collapses a little against me, shifting his weight so as not to crush me beneath him, his limbs trembling. “God damn it, Ella,” he pants, resting his forehead against my chest. “What you do to me…it’s like…”

“Nothing I’ve ever felt before,” I finish for him, one of my hands in his hair, the other drifting slowly over the sweaty skin of his upper back.

We lay like that for a long time as I stare up at the stars just visible between the trees, just relaxing with each other, content to just be wrapped up in each other’s arms. I start, though, when I hear a little snorting nose next to me. I give Sinclair a rough shake.

“Did you did you just fall asleep?” I demand, shocked.

“Wha-?” he mutters, blinking up at me. “You just snored!” I accuse, laughing. “Can you do that? Can you fall asleep in a dream?”

“I don’t know, Ella,” he murmurs sleepily, putting his head back down on my breast and wrapping his arms around me. “With you, anything’s possible. Take it as a compliment. You wiped me out. Now let me rest, woman.”

I laugh a little, putting my head back on the pillow and looking back up at the sky, content. True, we may not be able to do this in our real bodies for a while. It was going to be a long three months.

But if we can’t have that? Well, at least we have this. So I tilt my head back, and relax, and let myself dream. At least I do for a while, until my mate wakes up, rock hard, and starts it all again.