Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 20

Chapter 20 – Shower

Ella

I dream that I’m on a boat, rocking gently in a starlit sea. I stare up at the night sky, bathed in the light

of the full moon. My belly is swollen with my pup, and Sinclair is beside me, telling me stories about

shifters – all the myths and legends of his people. His voice carries me along the waves, until he begins

describing the life we’ll have together with our baby. He paints a picture of perfection, a happy life as a

family of three – my child and I pampered and cared for while he rules his empire, wanting for nothing.

It all seems too good to be true, and it’s not until I realize I’m dreaming that I understand why. When I

blink my eyes open, I realize that there are tears in them. I really am rocking, but not in any boat.

Sinclair is carrying me inside from the car and clearly trying very hard not to wake me.

I must have fallen asleep. I realize dazedly.

“You don’t have to carry me.” I murmur, hoping the emotion in my voice can be pa*sed off as

grogginess.

“Hush now.” He croons, “I don’t mind. You just rest.”

Another time I might argue, but I’m so sleepy, and his arms feel so good around me that I just snuggle

in. To my surprise, Sinclair leans his face towards my hair and inhales a deep breath. “You smell more

like a wolf every day.” He shares. “The baby must be very healthy.”

This idea makes me smile, “Will I be able to feel it move soon, if pregnancy is so much shorter?”

“After a couple of months, yes.” He confirms.

This is still sooner than human babies quicken, but I feel so impatient. “Hmph, that’s so long to wait.”

Sinclair chuckles. “Maybe, but it will be so worth the wait, sweet Ella.”

“Do… do shifter pregnancies ever have complications?” I ask, finally feeling brave enough to voice this

hidden worry. It’s been on my mind ever since the doctor told me the baby was developing slowly, but

Sinclair seemed so confident that I told myself everything was fine.

“Rarely.” He answers. “But it happens. That’s why I’m being so cautious with you – I don’t want

anything to happen, for both our sakes.”

I scoff, pressing my nose to his chest and inhaling his own scent. “I think you just like telling people

what to do – baby or not.”

Sinclair’s wolf flashes in his eyes, but he smirks, “Keep it up you naughty thing, and I’ll show you what

strict really is.” Before I can respond or contemplate what this might mean, he pushes into my

bedroom, striding towards my bed as if he intends to tuck me in.

“No, I want a shower first.” I object.

“Are you sure? It’s very late.” Sinclair asks.

I nod, “I hate going to bed not feeling clean.” After a childhood of almost always feeling dirty, it had

become a crutch of mine.

Sinclair helps me with the zipper on my dress, and within minutes I’m standing beneath a steaming

cascade of water, feeling more and more myself as more of the day washes away. I felt like a different

person with all that makeup and finery on, it’s such a relief to be free of it.

I’m rinsing shampoo from my hair when I hear a strange growl – violent and very close by. It isn’t

Sinclair, and it isn’t coming through the men tal link with the baby. I don’t know how I can recognize his

growl from anyone elses, but in my heart, I know that danger is near. Did someone come into the

bathroom after me? I wonder frantically, trying to peer through the fogged up gla*s, how did they get

past Sinclair’s guards!?

The snarl sounds again, reverberating around the small space, and I cry out in fear, unable to stay

quiet. I don’t think ten seconds pa*sed before the door slams open and Sinclair appears, his wolf

glowing in his eyes. “Ella, are you alright? What’s wrong?”

He comes over to the shower stall, opening the gla*s door to release the steam, and finds me curled up

in a ball in the corner. “I swear someone was in here with me.” I confess shakily. “I could hear them

growling and snarling, but I couldn’t see through the steam.”

Sinclair’s body, already rigid, tightens even further as he begins scenting the air and searching the

room. “I don’t smell anything” He tells me after a moment, “but I’ll have the guards search anyway, just

in case” He charges out of the room only long enough to bark some orders at his guards, telling them

to begin searching the grounds. While he’s away, I wrap a towel around my naked body, trying to ease

my trembling.

As soon as Sinclair returns, he pulls me into his arms. “It’s okay Ella, you’re safe.” He promises.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I apologize.

“It’s okay, it’s probably just all the stress piling up on you.” He reasons. “But if you don’t feel safe you

can sleep in my room tonight.”

I nod into his chest, realizing it’s bare for the first time. He must have been getting ready for bed

himself.

My nerves are so frayed that I don’t even object when he swings my legs up into his arms, or think

about stopping to grab night clothes, I simply let Sinclair carry me back to his rooms. When he sets me

down I realize I didn’t bring anything to sleep in. I pause, trying to decide if I want to go back or ask to

borrow something, when Sinclair’s voice interrupts my thoughts. “Oh no!”

“What, what’s wrong?” I ask anxiously, spinning around and searching for a threat.

However Sinclair’s attention is focused on me, and suddenly I’m painfully aware of the fact I’m only

wearing a towel.

“You washed off my scent.” He frowns, prowling closer.

“So?” I murmur, “I’m only going to sleep. No one is going to be smelling me.”

He shakes his head. “We can’t take that risk.”

“I – what risk?” I murmur, feeling my blood heat up in response.

“Well if I have to wake up early and leave for the office, there won’t be time to mark you before I go.”

Sinclair reasons. “I’m afraid my wolf is fairly insistent. It needs to be tonight.”

“Your wolf?” I squeak.

Sinclair nods, “It’s for the baby’s protection, he won’t let either of us rest until it’s done.”

He’s towering me over now, and I can already feel my body getting worked up. The last couple of times

he’s marked me have been almost dangerously arousing. “But I’m naked.” I whisper, as if it’s some sort

of secret.

His green eyes flash, and a shiver runs down my spine. “Do you want me to go get you some

underthings?”

I gnaw on my lower lip. I don’t want him to leave, and the idea of being completely naked with this man

is beyond intriguing. Besides, I know it doesn’t mean anything to him. Nudity to shifters is completely

normal, and he might think I’m pretty or a good kisser, but at the end of the day I’m still a human. He

could never want me that way.

I shake my head after a moment, hoping I won’t completely embarra*s myself. Sinclair nods with

approval, reaching for my towel. I instinctively clutch the fabric to my skin, backing out of his reach. He

arches a brow, “Second thoughts?”

“No.” I respond defiantly, unwrapping the terrycloth and revealing myself to him completely.

His dark gaze rakes over every inch of my exposed skin, and before long I have goosebumps. Sinclair

strips off his own clothes, and it takes all my willpower not to look below his waist. He backs me into the

bed, and when my thighs hit the mattress I clamber up onto it, still inching out of his reach, but too

afraid to turn my back on such a known predator. I know he would never hurt me, but right now his wolf

is in control, and I feel his power deep in my bones.

I’m shifting backwards towards the pillows, and suddenly Sinclair is on the bed with me. He’s on all

fours, stalking me with lethal grace until I’m pinned beneath him, feeling more vulnerable than I have in

my entire life. A low purr sounds in his chest as his green eyes bore into mine, and somehow I feel

soothed, even as he lowers his face to the curve of my neck and breathes me in. His chest is brushing

mine, and I’m embarra*sed to realize my nipples are already hard.

“Are you cold?” He rumbles in my ear.

I nod, not feeling brave enough to admit how turned on I am.

“Mmm, let’s see if we can do something about that.” He offers, pressing his limbs flush to mine. The

next thing I know his body is undulating against mine as his hands stroke every inch of me. This is like

the previous times he marked me, only even more intimate than before. We’ve never done this naked,

and until now, he’s always been in total control, now I can feel his hardness pressing into my thigh, and

I have to tell myself over and over again that it’s just a natural response – just the the pooling wetness

between my legs is perfectly normal – considering a gorgeous man is currently rubbing himself all over

me.

It takes longer this time, though I don’t know why. It seems like Sinclair is determined to be even more

thorough than in the past. I’m proud that I’m able to get through it without making a fool of myself, and

though I wish it could go on forever, I’m also relieved when Sinclair finally stops, settling with his ear

pressed to my belly, just above our pup. He looks so serene listening to the tiny heart beat, and who

knows whatever else is coming through the men tal link. I actually thought he’d fallen asleep, until of

course he opens his eyes and catches me staring. “There’s someone I want to take you to meet

tomorrow.”