The Mystical Attraction of Alpha
Chapter 119

Chapter 119

Chapter 119 – Ella Panics

Ella

The next thing I know, Sinclair is prowling forward across the room, backing me towards the bed. Heseems barely human, barely in control of his wolf – but I understand now why he hasn’t sought morecomfort from me. I’d gotten so used to his sultry innuendos and dark promises that I forgot how seriousthese matters truly are to wolves. But now I see the truth. I pushed him, forced him to admit things hewas trying to shield me from, then challenged his authority, demanded that he let me do my job.

My inner wolf is a veritable basket case. She’s both excited and intimidated, thrilled and daunted, eagerto please and utterly defiant about the idea of submitting to anyone – even Sinclair. For weeks nowshe’s been begging for Sinclair’s mark, and now that the ridiculous creature is about to get it – shewants to play hard to get.

The backs of my knees collide with the bed, and Sinclair lifts me as though I weigh nothing, tossing meback into the plush comfort of my nest. I scramble onto my hands and knees, baring my teeth at thebossy wolf and emitting a soft growl. I don’t appreciate him messing up the safe cocoon I created forour pup, and though something deep down inside of me is quivering with appreciation for hisdominance, I don’t care for his high-handed behavior.

Sinclair unslings the towel still wrapped around his waist, an ominous chuckle on his lips. “Such a fiercelittle mate.” He observes, his eyes hooded with desire. “Have you already forgotten how desperateyou’ve been to bare my mark?”

I narrow my eyes as he crawls onto the bed, climbing over the overabundance of pillows and blankets.He lashes out and catches my ankle, deftly sliding my legs out from under me and pulling me towardshim over the mattress. I yelp in surprise, but the next thing I know I’m on my back with Sinclair loomingover me, blissfully naked. My eyes scan his chiseled form: from his glorious bronze skin, which glistens

in the low light; to his devilishly handsome face; and all the way down to the huge, hard memberbetween his legs.

Suddenly I replace myself stretching out so he can appreciate my curves, shifting and writhing against thesilken sheets. It’s as if the mere sight of this man was able to steal my sanity, to make me forget myresolve to make him work for his prize.

“There she is.” Sinclair croons, extending a single claw and dragging it down the front of my top, onlydeep enough to tear the thin fabric without touching my delicate flesh. “All fire and feistiness until youget a peek of something you like.” I gasp, feeling another flash of indignance even as heat pools low inmy belly. His claws eviscerate my sweatpants as well, and now I’m naked before him. His ravenousgaze travels every inch of my exposed skin, and his pupils dilate with unbridled lust. “I have to say Iknow the feeling.” He croons. “It should be a crime to be so gorgeous.”

His compliments make me preen and show off even more. I don’t understand why I’m behaving thisway, but my wolf is calling the shots now. I rise up onto my knees, sliding my hands up his bare chestand nibbling his pecs. I planned on kissing him once I reached his mouth, fantasized about dragginghim down to the bed and making him forget his own name.

Then one of Sinclair’s powerful fists forms a handhold in my hair, and he tilts my head back, holding mecaptive. His free hand trails down to the curve of my belly, settling over our pup. “I’m not going to claimyou, Ella.” He rumbles, sternly and a needy whine escapes my lips. Sinclair’s lips graze mine as hespeaks, his eyes boring into my own, absorbing every ounce of my frustration and desire. “But I amgoing to take you up on your offer.” He informs me huskily. “I’m going to take control, Ella. And if youtest me, I will treat you exactly how I would treat any other naughty she-wolf.” He proclaims, softeninghis tone but not his hold. “I need you to promise you’ll tell me if I cross a line.”

“And if I said you already have?” I challenge, not meaning a word of it, but wanting to see how far I canpush him.

“Then I’d remind you that I can smell your arousal.” Sinclair purrs, sliding the hand on my tummybetween my legs. His thick fingers immediately sink into the wetness soaking my cleft, and I can barelyrestrain my moan of delight. “And your mischief,” Sinclair adds, knocking his nose against mine, “andyour fear.”

I snap my teeth at him, feeling wilder and more fearless than I can ever remember being. Sinclair onlychuckles, removing his fingers from my aching sex – despite my outrage. “So that’s the way it’s goingto be, hmm?”

It wouldn’t be true control if you didn’t have to take it. My wolf answers in my head, apparently not quiteballsy enough to speak to Sinclair directly.

Seriously? I demand. You brazen little –

Hey, don’t slut shame me. She answers indignantly. There’s nothing wrong with knowing what you wantand going after it.

Excuse me, but do you actually know what you want? I silently scoff. One moment you’re provokinghim and the next you’re writhing around under him like a cat in heat.

Hey, don’t call me a cat – that’s offensive. She snipes. Besides, It’s all part of the game, silly. I canpractically hear her rolling her eyes. You’ll see. He needs this, and so do I.

That’s easy for you to say. I complain. You’re writing checks but my ass is the one who has to cashthem.

Don’t act like you were some shrinking violet before you found out about me, she accuses. You weregetting yourself in trouble long before you knew your true nature.

Forcing myself back into the present, I realize that Dominic has been watching the emotions flittingacross my face, waiting for me to respond. Amusement is clear in his wolfish smirk, but he doesn’tshow me any mercy. “What’s the matter, baby? Your wolf giving you trouble?” His strong hands aremoving over my naked form, caressing me almost reverently, even as he taunts me.

This time my wolf does respond for me, “No, I’ve simply changed my mind.” I reply with a sniff. “I don’twant your mark anymore. I think I’ll go out and try to replace a different mate instead. One who’s not afraidto claim what’s his.”

Horror floods me as I realize what I’ve just said, and suddenly Sinclair’s hands are anything butreverent. He rotates his neck as if he’s having to physically force his instincts down, and when hereturns his gaze to me, he looks absolutely lethal. “Well in that case, I’ll just have to make sure youcan’t get away.”

Sinclair pounces, and the next thing I know, I’m flat on my back on the bed. His mouth crashes intomine, and from then on the only sounds I make are whimpers and moans. I know this is just thebeginning. I know I pushed Sinclair so far that he’s going to replace some diabolically sexy way ofpunishing me, and Goddess help me, but I can’t wait. I slide my arms and legs around him, holding hisbody to mine as he steals kiss after kiss. When my lips are swollen and red, he moves on, kissing,licking and nipping his way over my jaw and down my neck.

I rock my hips into his, thinking how incredibly easy it would be to slide myself onto his hardness rightnow. After all, there’s nothing between our bodies anymore, and my slickness is already coating histhick shaft from all our grinding. I try to lift my hips high enough to hook his tip inside my channel, butSinclair realizes what I’m doing and clamps his hands around my hips, forcing them back down.

Sinclair shakes his head, sounding amused but also as though he’s barely clinging to his own self-control. “Such a bad girl.” He admonishes, laving the soft spot behind my ear. Sinclair’s fangs graze my

sensitive earlobe, followed shortly by the deep vibrations of his voice. “Tell me, sweet Ella. Has anyoneever tied you up?”

With those simple words, the entire world is wrenched right out from under me. I’m no longer safe in mynest with Sinclair. I’m twenty years and a hundred miles away, forced back into a past I never wanted torevisit.

I must have gone completely stiff in his arms, because Sinclair’s steady weight lifts away from me, andhis worried face appears above me. “Sweetheart, what is it?” I push him away, sitting up and heaving inpanicked breaths as the blood rushes in my ears. The room around me has disappeared, replaced bythe wretched halls of the orphanage. I’m shaking from head to toe, and no matter what I do, I can’tseem to get enough air to breathe.

“Fuck,” Sinclair curses under his breath, and I feel his strong arms wrapping around me. “Ella, it’s okay.You’re safe.”

I clamp my eyes shut, trying to banish the sights and smells assaulting my mind, the memories I’vetried so hard to forget. Sinclair hesitantly shifts me into his lap, rocking me back and forth. He repeatsthe same words over and over again. “You’re safe. I’m here.”

It takes some time but eventually I believe him. I come hurtling back down to earth at the speed of ameteor, crashing into a crater of despair. Still Sinclair doesn’t stop telling me that I’m safe and that heloves me. I cling to him like a liferaft, praying that this solace will never cease, but knowing it must.There’s no avoiding it now. When I’m calm enough I’m going to have to explain – and that’s the verylast thing I want to do.