The Mystical Attraction of Alpha
Chapter 47

Chapter 47

Chapter 47 – Ella Takes Matters into Her own Hands

Sinclair

I’m resolved to buy Ella a ring tomorrow, but we still have to get through tonight first.

She was distant on the ride home, sitting across from me in the back of the limo rather than tucked upagainst my side the way I prefer. Moreover she didn’t say a word until we got back to the house, andthen her only message was that she wanted to sleep in her own rooms this evening.

“Are you angry with me?” I ask, furrowing my brow in confusion.

“No, I just think a little space would be good for us.” She answers, hugging herself in a clear defensivemove.

Maybe she’s right, I think, though it’s not easy to hear my thoughts with my wolf snarling in protest. Istill haven’t gotten to the bottom of her reluctance to indulge our shared desires, and I don’t want topress her if she really isn’t interested. Even if she is, I think it would be a mistake to push her too hardor fast and risk spooking her. “Okay.” I agree eventually. “I’ll notify the guards.”

My wolf is whining like a pup as I stride away from her, and I can’t believe how attached I’ve become tothe sweet human in so short a time. I don’t like letting her out of my sight when I know she’s underthreat, but this is so much more than that. I’ve gotten so used to sleeping with her warm little bodysnuggled in my arms or sprawled out on top of me, that I’m not sure I’ll be able to rest without her.

As I prepare for bed, I try to make my wolf settle, but it’s nearly impossible. In the end, I realize I didn’tscent mark Ella tonight, and if anything will calm my wolf, I imagine that will. I pull on a t-shirt over mypajama bottoms and set off towards her rooms, knowing precisely how ridiculous I’m being and notgiving a da mn.

However when I arrive outside Ella’s rooms I immediately pick up on a strange tension among theguards. I look around at them curiously, but their stiff postures are only compounded by their refusal tolook me in the eye. A moment later a soft whimper emanates through Ella’s door, and I understand. It’snot a sound of worry, sadness or fear, but one absolutely dripping with sex. My ears sharpen towardsher door and I hear more sounds: the slight rustle of the bed sheets; the gentle glide of deft fingerssliding over wet flesh; uneven and excited breathing; and pounding pulse. It’s obvious what Ella is up toin my absence, and I have to stop myself from groaning aloud.

I silently order the guards away – knowing Ella would be mortified if she realized my men can overhearher touching herself. My own mind is divided over what to do – I doubt she wants me to hear this either,though she probably wouldn’t mind if she realized just how open shifters are about sex. Even my menweren’t embarrassed, simply nervous over my reaction to them being near Ella at an intimate moment.She might not be my mate, but she is carrying my pup, and that’s a claim every bit as powerful andsacred to our kind. They know how possessive I am of her, how protective. They probably thought I’drip their ears off just for standing in hearing distance. Still it was their duty to guard her, and now it hasto be mine until this private moment has passed.

I’m confident that I’m the least objectionable audience to Ella, considering the intimacies we’ve alreadyshared. Still, I have to keep telling myself this reminder as time passes. Every time I begin to wonder ifI’m using her protection as an excuse to eavesdrop, I put myself in Ella’s shoes and recall howhumiliated she would feel about so many strangers hearing her in this state. Leaving her unguardedisn’t an option, so this is the lesser of two evils.

Nonetheless, it’s absolute torture to listen to Ella replaceing her pleasure this way, because every smallpant and moan fills my head with a thousand explicit images. I can imagine exactly what she’s doing,and the tiny sounds she emits every now and then egg my wolf on. He’s in a near frenzy, demandingwe go in and put a stop to this immediately. I should be the one pleasuring her, she shouldn’t have totake matters into her own hands. This is a mate’s job. If she were mine I would march in right now, give

her lush bottom a few swats for not making her needs known to me, then bury my face between herlegs and feast until she’s begging me to stop.

But she isn’t mine. I remind myself furiously, trying not to get so carried away by the fantasy that I givein. Still, she’s clearly worked up because of the kiss, my wolf reasons, she’s probably thinking of us thisvery moment.

We don’t know that. I caution. She didn’t want to get involved, remember? Her current need might berelated or it might be the pregnancy, her hormones, or simply the fact that she’s a living breathingwoman with a healthy libido. Either way, we have no right.

Ella’s quiet ministrations speed up, and I pray we’re near the end of this – I’ve given up all thought ofscent marking her. If I go in there now, I won’t be able to restrain myself or my wolf. I’m hard as a rockon my slacks, and as soon as Ella’s need for privacy is over, I’ll let the guards return and trust hersafety to them once more. Afterwards I’m going to have a nice cold shower and relieve me co ck theonly way I can in my current predicament.

Ella’s delicious murmurs finally crescendo, and I wish I’d pressed her harder about her reluctance tostart something romantic between us. This is only going to get harder as her pregnancy progresses,and my wolf is quickly running out of patience. I can’t understand his behavior. I’ve had sex with plentyof she-wolves over the years, and he’s only ever pushed me to claim Lydia, no matter how much Icared about the women who came before her.

It’s like he doesn’t believe Ella is human – like he refuses to accept that I couldn’t mark Ella even if Iwanted to. And I don’t want to… right? It’s just my wolf going overboard because of the pup.

If only we could mark her somewhere else, He suggests wistfully, completely ignoring my logic. Anddon’t even pretend like that idea doesn’t tempt you.

Unfortunately he’s right, but it doesn’t matter how tempting the idea is. Mating marks are so intimatebecause they require allowing another wolf to wrap their jaws around your most vulnerable spot. Itwould defeat the point to mark Ella somewhere safer.

But just think about how amazing it would feel. My wolf urges.

Again I have to stop myself from groaning out loud. The ba stard is right. The last thing I want is to hurtElla, but I’m very experienced when it comes to bringing a she-wolf to the peak of pleasure beforesinking my teeth into her. I’m sure I could do the same for her– if only it wasn’t her neck I had to bite.

Goddess, stop it! I internally shout at myself. You’re losing it! This is crazy talk. It’s your co ck talking,not your brain or even your heart. You don’t really want this, and neither does she.

Right on cue, Ella climaxes, a soft keening escaping her lips. My hands close into fists and I grit myteeth against the intoxicating noise, and it’s only as I drag in a few gasping breaths, suddenly worried Imight actually burst through her door – that I hear my name on her lips. It’s a mere whisper as shecomes down from her high, and I have no choice but to get out of there before it’s too late. I storm pastthe guards, waving them back to their posts, and race for my shower.

A little while later I replace myself lying awake in bed, my c ock hard again despite the release I found inthe shower. Ella is the only thing on my mind, and I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll ever be able to think ofanything else. That might have been the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard, and I didn’t even see ithappening. Does she have any idea what she’s doing to me? How irrational and crazed I’ve becomeabout her? I barely recognize myself anymore.

I’m sure she has no clue. Unlike Lydia or some of the other she-wolves I’ve known, Ella doesn’t have amanipulative bone in her body. When others would take pleasure in tormenting a powerful Alpha likemyself, Ella would never believe she could. Not because she doesn’t realize how lovely she is or lack

confidence, she just wouldn’t want to and doesn’t understand that her allure is strong enough to do sounintentionally.

Even as I think this, a small knock sounds on my door, and as soon as I scent the air I know it’s theobject of my near… okay, not near, we’re way past near at this point – the object of my total obsession.

Has she come to say she’s changed her mind about us? Is she going to ask me to pleasure her theway she should have from the beginning? Does she know I overheard her? Will this be the beginning ofsomething new? More importantly – if I let her in, will I be able to control my wolf? There’s only one wayto replace out.