The Mystical Attraction of Alpha
Chapter 240

Chapter 240

Chapter 240 – Ella and Sinclair Celebrate

Ella

After Leon leaves Sinclair takes me to bed, though not for the reason I initially hoped. I cling to him ashe tries to place me in my nest, “What are you doing?” I inquire indignantly.

“Trying to help you get comfortable.” He replies, petting my cheek. ‘You need to rest.”

“You promised we’d cuddle.” I remind him, refusing to let go. I wrap my legs around his back, hangingoff of him like a very round sloth.

“I did, but I think we both know that’s not what you’re interested in right now.” Sinclair rumblesaffectionately, gently detaching my limbs from his big body. I huff and stretch out beneath him, wrigglingout of my clothes and enticing him with my lush curves. His emerald eyes rake over my naked skin withopen appreciation, and I hear his wolf grumbling with barely contained desire.

He’s not wrong about my intentions. This is the ether’s doing – a side effect I haven’t yet experiencedbecause Sinclair hasn’t been with me during the previous sessions. The drug is not only consuming mymind in a haze of dreamy images and surreal illusions, but the euphoric sensations which onceseemed like innocent joy now translate into overwhelming lust.

With Sinclair’s heady aroma and dominant energy filling my senses, my limbs become deliciouslyheavy, and a sultry heat radiates from my core. My blood simmers and pulses, accumulating in mybreasts and dripping sex, swelling them with carnal need. My love for my mate is so powerful in thismoment that I can’t even contemplate keeping it to myself. It wants to pour out of me in a great rush, todrown my mate in affection and bring us both to rapture.

“We just discovered something wonderful, Dominic.” I state in a voice as smooth as silk. “We shouldcelebrate.”

Sinclair sighs, fluffing the pillows around my body and tucking me beneath a weighted blanket. “I hateto say it but I don’t think you’re in the right state of mind for that.” He declares firmly, his tone leaving noroom for argument. “Besides, not all of that memory was good, my love. Are you sure you aren’t justfocusing on the nice part to avoid thinking about the rest?”

“Of course I’m sure.” I counter stubbornly, pushing the blanket off of me and sidling closer to him. “Theether isn’t making me imagine I want you, Dominic. I always want you.” I profess, leaning into his sideand kissing his neck. “Are you truly going to deny me just because I’m a little high?”

‘That’s exactly what I’m going to do, you naughty thing.” Sinclair answers sternly, “now stop flirting withme and lie down.”

My wolf whines pitifully, and I slump back against the pile of pillows. Sinclair’s hungry gaze follows myevery move, and I sense his dire temptation through our bond. A flash of devious inspiration strikes,and I part my legs, letting him see just how aroused I am- ensuring my scent assails him at full force.

Sinclair groans, his wolf snarling with frustration and heightening my arousal even further. “Such abrazen little wolf.” He croons, towering over my prone body with dark, sensual intent. ‘You don’t haveany inhibitions right now, do you, trouble?” He observes, sliding his fingers through my slick cleft,teasing my aching clit with a featherlight touch that nonetheless makes me arch and cry out. “Puttingthis sweet pussy on display like this… tempting me with all your honey?” He removes his hand only totake his fingers into his mouth, licking my arousal from his long fingers with a rumble of pleasure. Thescandalous sight leaves me panting, but then Sinclair captures my nape in his powerful grip, loweringhis face until our noses are practically touching. “Do you really believe I’m going to let you get awaywith it?”

I nod hopefully, but my mate’s ominous chuckle makes my heart sink. ” Wrong answer, baby.” He nipsmy trembling lower lip. “When the ether wears off I’m going to rut you senseless, but not before I teachyou what happens to bad girls who try to top from the bottom.”

“But you’ve done that before.” I object, my sex clenching with the memory of the night he finally claimedme.

“Well clearly the lesson didn’t stick.” Sinclair rumbles, kissing me fiercely. * Lucky for you I’m a verypatient wolf.”

To my utter dismay, my mate is as good as his word. A few hours later I’m spread-eagled on the bedwith Sinclair’s head buried between my legs, his talented tongue tormenting me to no end.

‘This isn’t fair!” I whimper desperately, “I was high!” I’ve been spanked and worked up into animpossible lather, forced to orgasm over and over again as my mate overwhelms me with morepleasure than I can bear. I never know how Sinclair is going to punish me, and today he seems to havedecided to teach me to be careful what I wish for – by giving me too much of it. Frankly I can’t decidewhether it’s worse to be overwhelmed with too many climaxes or denied them until I’m a begging,babbling mess. At this point I’m so sensitive that the slightest touch can send me over the edge again,detonating in a terrifying blend of ecstacy and pain.

“And you were a defiant imp who left me with blue balls all day long.” Sinclair replies, guiding me ontomy hands and knees. ‘You’re lucky I’m so proud of you, or I might have refused to claim you at all.”

I scoff before I can think better of it, “Fat chance, with me leaving in less than a week. I’m surprisedyour wolf even lets me out of bed.”

“Is that so?” Sinclair responds, his deep bass full of foreboding. ‘Then perhaps we aren’t finished yet,after all.”

Despite his words, I hear his belt buckle clink and my wolf sags with relief. Finally, she moans in myhead, driving me to sway my punished bottom in invitation. As raw as my intimate flesh is, nothingcompares to being filled and marked by my mate, and she won’t be satisfied until he takes this finalstep.

Sinclair growls, dragging his hard length through my sodden folds, using my own arousal to coat hishuge cock before pressing the thick tip to my back entrance. I jolt slightly, because we’ve only done thisin our dreams. Sinclair purrs and rests his free hand on the small of my back, rubbing my lumbar insoothing circles. “Easy, sweetheart.” He encourages, some of the fire fading from his voice. “I’ll goslow.”

I whine as he presses forward, feeling the foreign stretch of my forbidden channel. My cheeks flushwith embarrassment as his thick head finally pops inside, feeling so strange and wrong… so oddlyexquisite. “That’s it,” He praises, reaching down to stroke my overly-sensitized clit. All of my innermuscles clench and a moan escapes my lips as Sinclair eases further inside me. “Good girl, just relax.Remember how much you loved this the first time? How you came to pieces before I could even thinkabout touching your needy clit?”

I shake my head, not understanding why something that sounds so wrong can excite me so much. Iknow Sinclair loves scandalizing my sensibilities, but that doesn’t explain why I enjoy it in equalmeasure. When he’s finally buried to the hilt Sinclair drags my back up against his chest, claiming mymouth as I adjust to his size. My lips part on a silent gasp when he begins to pull out, and he swallowsthe non-sound with a ravenous purr.

Sinclair withdraws almost entirely before thrusting back inside of me in a single move, and I cry out ashis flared cockhead rubs up against my g-spot through the thin walls separating my passages. He doesit again and again, and before I know it I’m abruptly thrown over the edge of orgasm. It seems like toomuch too fast, but my body is strung as tight as a bow after all his expert handling. ’You see?” Sinclair

growls, all predator now, ‘Your body was made for me, we fit together so perfectly that you can’t helpbut replace pleasure in anything we do.”

There’s a note of pure elation in his voice, and I understand he was every bit as eager to celebrate ournewly fated status as I was – he simply had more patience. A tiny ache I hadn’t realized I was carryingeases in my chest, comforted to discover the desire wasn’t one-sided. “Mine,” He purrs, increasing thepace of his thrusts as his hands work wonders on my breasts and clenching sex. “My fated Ella. I knewyou were meant for me. You’re too perfect not to be – everything I could ever dream of and more.”

At any other time I might try to tell him that I’m far from perfect, but I know there’s no reasoning with hiswolf right now. If I try it will undoubtedly result in another spanking… though now that I think of it… “I’mnot perfect.”