The Mystical Attraction of Alpha
Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Chapter 30 – Food Fight

Ella

The flour collides with Sinclair’s face in an explosion of white powder, covering his features in densegrains and fluttering through the air around us. A low growl rumbles in his chest, and fear slices throughme as I wonder if I’ve made a grave mistake. Sinclair takes a moment to open his eyes after the flourhits, but when he does, his wolf is glowing bright in his irises, and my instincts take over.

I try to duck under his arms, to evade his hold anyway I can. However the moment I begin attemptingescape he leans forward, crushing my body between him and the counter. At once I’m reminded of howmuch larger Sinclair is. Sometimes it’s easy to be fooled when I’m dressed up in heels or there’s spacebetween us, but now I can feel how helpless I am beside him. The top of my head barely reaches hissternum, and next to his muscles, my slender limbs feel terribly frail.

Sinclair’s breath is coming in heaving gasps, and I have the good sense to remain frozen as he tries togain control of his wolf. When I look up at him, I can see only the wild animal fuming beneath his skin,and I realize exactly how dangerous this man is.

I’m not sure if he’s going to attack me, or yell at me, and my heart is racing a mile a minute. Iinstinctively flinch when he moves, but he doesn’t raise a hand against me. Instead he reaches past betowards the bowl of chocolate cake batter, and the next thing I know, a river of the thick, sweet mixtureis dripping down my face.

I gasp in shock, realizing that Sinclair is pouring the batter over me, and try to jerk away. “Dominic, no!”

A dark laugh rolls through the big wolf like thunder, “Oh baby, you asked for this.”

I raise my arms over my head, trying to protect myself, but when that doesn’t work I reach for the bowltoo, returning fire with handful of batter straight into Sinclair’s expensively tailored shirt. Soon we’rewrestling over the bowl, trying to retrieve more sweet ammunition to splatter each other with, and I’mlaughing harder than I can remember laughing in a very long time.

The sound of Sinclair’s own cozy chuckles fill my ears as I trade out cake batter for icing, reaching upwith two hands and smearing it over his face as he playfully nips at my fingers, before positivelysquealing as warm, melted chocolate is drizzled over the low cut top of my dress, seeping downbetween my breasts and into my bra.

We’re both absolutely covered in the various cake components, giddy with laughter and still searchingfor new ways to combat one another. The bowls on the counter are already empty, and I narrow myeyes at Sinclair as I contemplate moving to the pantry or fridge for more ammo. His white teeth flash,and the next thing I know he’s racing towards the fridge faster than I can even comprehend.

I dart to the pantry, pulling open the door to use as a shield and disappearing inside, zeroing in on abottle of caramel syrup, even as I see Sinclair plucking a can of whipped cream from the fridge. Soonwe’re stalking around the kitchen island, trying to get close enough to squirt each other with our chosenitem, and inevitably laughing and racing away when the other gets too close.

I try to feint around the edge of the counter, making him think I’m going to go in a direction other thanthe one I intend, but I’m outmatched in this game in every possible way. Sinclair is bigger, stronger andfaster, and he can read my intentions far better than I can read his.

He sna tches me easily, spraying me with cold whipped cream until I manage to wriggle free, eventhough I know he’s letting me escape. If he wanted to he could have easily pinned me in place, butwe’re both having too much fun with our game.

It’s making an unholy mess, but I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun. Sinclair hascompletely surprised me too – I never expected him to have a playful side, and it’s so different from themen I’ve known before. Mike and I certainly never did anything like this, and I doubt my ex would havehad the inclination or the confidence to let a woman defy him this way. Sinclair, on the other hand, hasno doubts about his masculinity. He can gladly let me tease and defy him without feeling threatened,because he knows at the end of the day his dominance is complete.

Too late I realize I’m thinking about Sinclair in comparison to my past lovers, when I know he doesn’tsee me this way at all. Yet I can’t help it, the more time that passes the more certain I feel that Sinclairis attracted to me. I know it’s only physical and that I could never be anything but a plaything to him, butit feels nice to be desired – even if it is superficial.

When the bottle of caramel is empty, I try to make my way back to the pantry, but Sinclair has otherideas. “Come here you.” He purrs, snat ching me up. “Such a bad girl.” His fingers are digging into mysides, tickling me ruthlessly and making me giggle and squeal uncontrollably. I try to wrestle him fordominance, but I know it’s a lost cause.

We tumble to the floor together, wrestling and writhing against one another, getting more and more dirtywith every minute that passes. Sinclair lets me pin him to the tiled floor, straddling his middle andtrapping his hands above his head. ‘Ha!” I declare triumphantly, secretly needing him to prove myvictory false, to take control and make me forget my own name.

“Oh, you think you’ve won, do you?” He taunts, grinning up at me.

“You’re not so scary, you know.” I counter, smiling widely. “What would all those big tough wolves say ifthey knew their leader was letting a weak little human throw food in his face?”

The next thing I know I’m on my back with Sinclair looming above me. The air leaves my lungs in agreat whoosh – I didn’t even see him flip me, but suddenly our situations are completely reversed. I’m

still straddling Sinclair, my legs spread on either side of his body so that his hardness is pressed to mymost sensitive flesh through our clothes. “They’d say, lucky Alpha.” He answers smugly, looking downat me with undiluted hunger.

The little voice in my head has me metaphorically squirming, needing to apologize for reasons I don’tunderstand. It’s almost as if I feel compelled to submit now that Sinclair has physically bested me, butwhy would that be the case? I try to hold the words back, but I can’t stop them no matter what I try. “Iam sorry I snuck out.” I confess, peeking up at him from beneath my lashes.

“You’re forgiven.” Sinclair rules gently, “As long as you promise not to do it again.”

My metaphorical squirming becomes very literal now, though I freeze almost immediately when I realizethe way my nervous movement rubs my sensitive sex against his. Softening, I agree, “I promise.”

I don’t understand what’s happening to me. I have all of these strange emotions bubbling up inside me.Is it all just the pregnancy, the pup making me feel and behave more like a wolf, or is it something morethan that. “That’s my girl.” Sinclair praises, looking down at me with obvious pride.

“What are you doing to me?” I murmur, before I can stop myself.

“What do you mean?” He asks, frowning slightly.

“I don’t know.” I huff, “I just feel like a different person since we met.”

“Maybe you’re becoming the person you were always meant to be.” Sinclair suggests, shifting so thatmy wrists are captured between one of his strong hands, while the other slides down my body. “It’sfinally safe to come out of your shell, so you are.”

“I think you’re giving yourself an awful lot of credit.” I respond primly, even as I fight the desire to leaninto his touch. “And it’s a shame you were such a jerk.” I add pointedly, “now you won’t get to taste the

cake I made.”

Sinclair arches his brow, gazing down at my batter covered body and adopting a devilish expression.Before I know what’s happening, he’s lowered his mouth to the swell of my breast and is licking thecake batter from my skin, groaning with delight. “Delicious.” He praises, rising up over me again. Hiseyes drift to the curve of my full lips, then the whipped cream splattered across my clavicle – as if hecan’t decide what to taste next. A low purr vibrates against my skin, “I want more.”