The Mystical Attraction of Alpha
Chapter 113

Chapter 113

Chapter 113 – Not Even In Our Dreams

Sinclair

When I wake, it’s to the feeling of Ella’s round bottom undulating against my hard cock. Her back isflush to my chest, her naked body perfectly cushioned by my much larger form on one side, and theboundary of her nest on the other. I have no doubt I was already swollen with arousal when sheroused, as sleeping beside her every night is an ever-increasing challenge, especially now that ourrelationship has become overtly romantic. I fell asleep with her honeyed nectar still lingering on mytongue, after yet another session of pleasuring Ella unconscious to try and pacify her wolf.

I open my eyes, tightening my arms on the sweet bundle and trying to silence the excited growls of mywolf. Such a needy little mate. He’s crooning. My Ella. Mine, mine, mine. It hasn’t escaped his noticethat my mouth is mere inches away from her lovely neck. So close, it would be so easy, so simply. Justone little bite.

I rumble in sympathy, pressing my lips to that special juncture where her shoulder curves up into thegraceful column of her throat, but forcing myself to go no further. This is my consolation prize. I can kissher claiming spot all I want, I can even give it the occasional nibble… maybe a frequent nibble… or alittle nip… just a tiny baby bite… NO! I quickly break myself out of the reverie, cursing Ella’s deliciousscent.

This is torture. My wolf complains. I can’t believe the Goddess would send us a mate then refuse us theability to claim her. It’s sadistic – criminal even!

Ella, for her part, isn’t making the situation any easier. The naughty creature is still rubbing her bottomsuggestively against me, but she’s also pretending to be asleep. She’s taking determinedly evenbreaths, much too intentional and heavy to compare to the gentle sighs of her usual dozing. I’ve spentmuch more time than I’d like to admit watching this little wolf sleep, and I know an act when I see it.

The nerve, I think in complete amusement. As if all her rocking and wriggling is just tossing and turning,and not a calculated assault.

“I know you’re awake, trouble.” I purr in her ear, quickly rewarded with a small giggle.

Chuckling myself, I prop myself onto and elbow and roll Ella onto her back, both relieved anddisappointed to lose the stimulation of her lush behind. I duck my head and claim her lips, dragging mypalm down to her swollen breast as I steal the breath from her lungs. Ella moans and arches into myhand, and I drag my thumb over her beaded nipple. We carry on this way for a while, saying goodmorning with our bodies instead of our voices, and enjoying every last moment.

When I finally pull back, bumping her pert nose with my own, I fall headfirst into the bottomless pools ofher golden eyes. “Well, imp? What do you have to say for yourself?”

“It wasn’t my fault.” The brazen thing actually bats her eyelashes at me, the very picture of innocence.“I woke up and it was practically stabbing me, what else was I supposed to do?”

In hindsight I realize she might have done much worse. If I woke up first and found Ella aroused, thereare about a dozen different and completely debauched ways I would have chosen to wake her. Thepossibilities are already racing through my mind: images of Ella splayed before me, whimpering in hersleep, coming before she even – Get your mind out of the gutter!

“You were supposed to wake me up so I could get things under control – not try to seduce me.” I grin,flashing my fangs so she knows I’m only half joking.

Ella drops her head back and groans. “It isn’t fair.” She complains, “you get to touch me all you want,and I never get to return the favor!”

“Because I don’t trust myself not to lose control.” I remind her for the tenth time, already anticipating herusual rebuttal of: but you’re always in control. “All bets are off when it comes to you, Ella.”

Ella huffs, but peeks up at me curiously, “I was thinking.” She begins hesitantly, her slender fingerstoying with the dark hair scattered over my chest.

“Mhmm?” I prompt, tracing my fingers down her tummy.

“Maybe we could have more dream dates.” Ella muses hopefully. “Then we could both get some funout of this.”

I blink in surprise. “Sweetheart, do you imagine that I’m not getting fun out of this? That I don’t enjoygiving you pleasure?”

“No, I know you do.” Ella answers, her skin flushing bright red. “In fact I think you might enjoy it toomuch.” She adds ruefully, earning a laugh in reply. I know she’s been overwhelmed by my dedication tomaking her see stars as often and frequently as I can, but I don’t feel the least bit sorry about it. Shedeserves all this and more. “But I like giving pleasure too.” She finally admits, “and I feel guilty that younever get… you know, rewarded.”

I should have realized that someone as generous as Ella would want to give affection as much, if notmore, than she wants to receive it, but I wasn’t joking about my struggles with control. “I’m sorry, baby.”I profess honestly, pressing a deep, lingering kiss to her lips. “I know it’s difficult. And believe me, I wishthings were different. I wish I could be buried in your sweet p–”

“Dominic!” Ella exclaims, cutting me off and looking scandalized.

“Tsk, poor little wolf,” I chuckle, “raised by those prudish humans.” Ella grumbles one of those adorablekittenish growls, and I mentally debate how often is too often to outrage her sweet sensibilities. I loveher blushes, and I never want to lose the ability to shock her this way. For the time being I decide thatdirty talk is only going to make abstaining more difficult. “The point was that I wish I could be buried inyou 24/7, but we can’t.”

“Not even in our dreams?” Ella inquires earnestly.

“Maybe if we dream in different beds.” I concede, “but I think it would be dangerous to try whilesleeping together. If I can actually feel you in my arms, while I’m making love to you in my head… itwould just be a recipe for disaster. I might even claim you while unconscious.”

Ella lowers her gaze in disappointment. “Okay, I suppose that makes sense.”

“It’s only a few more months.” I say, hoping to offer her some comfort. “And towards the end youprobably won’t want me anywhere near you. You’ll be so uncomfortable and ready to get this baby outof you, that you’ll probably want to rip my head off just for putting it here in the first place.”

Ella frowns, and at first I think I’ve put my foot in my mouth. However a moment later she inquires, “CanI ask you something?”

“Anything.” I agree, much too quickly. She really does have me wrapped around her little finger.

“When we first met and the doctor was worried about the baby being too small, you mentioned thatyour mother had been told the same when she was carrying you.” Ella reminds me thoughtfully. I humin confirmation, and she continues. “I’ve just, I’ve never had any women in my life to help guide methrough this. I mean there’s plenty of nonsense online, but a billion women arguing with each otherabout what’s best and which experiences are accurate… it’s just not the same as hearing fromsomeone you trust. Do you know much about your mother’s experience?”

I replace myself smiling, my mother’s beautiful face appearing in my head. “She used to tell me that storyall the time. About how all the doctors were convinced I was going to be a runt, but I proved themwrong and ended up being one of the healthiest, strongest pups they’d even seen. Every time Idoubted myself, or felt like a failure, she reminded me that nothing in life ever stays the same, and younever know how a story will turn out when you’re still in the thick of it.”

“How old were you, when she died?” Ella questions gently, snuggling a bit closer to me, no doubt tolend her comfort.

“I was only six.” I share softly. “I don’t remember much about her, but I remember that story, and Iremember her smile. I learned a lot of the other pieces second-hand from my father, but thosememories are the ones I know are my own.”

Ella offers me a bittersweet smile. “Would you tell me… I mean, only if you want to, I’m just…”

“How she died?” I guess, knowing Ella is curious but reluctant to make me share a difficult story. I nod.“That seems only fair, since I’ve been asking you about all your traumas.”

“Still, you don’t have to tell me unless you want to.” Ella repeats firmly.

“It’s okay, baby. You should know – it’s only right.” I take a deep breath, transporting myself back to allthose years ago, and begin.