Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

“I’m taking this damn dress off you, Ella,” he says, gruff. “Don’t you have like, a dirty old sack you can wear? Or a saggy sweatsuit?”

I laugh but I take a step back from him, starting to pull my dress back on. ” Dominic! I’m not going to dinner with our enemy looking like a slob. This dress is so matronly -”

“Matronly?” he says, slipping his hands into his pockets and raising a single eyebrow at me. “Ella, I was hard the moment I walked in the door and saw you in that dress – ”

“Yeah,” I say, waving a dismissive hand, “But that’s every dress – ”

“Damn right it is,” he growls, stepping towards me again, the predator in him coming out.

But this just makes me laugh, as much as it turns me on. Because Sinclair – I like him like this. Maybe we should keep this Atalaxian Prince around if it gets my mate all worked up…

“No, Dominic, I’m wearing this,” I say, struggling to pull my dress back up over my shoulders while I hold the baby.

“Fine,” he says with a little sigh, taking the baby from me. “But take it off anyway. Just for a few minutes.”

“What?” I ask, confused as Sinclair kisses Rafe, murmuring a greeting to him as he carries him over to his little crib and placing him down inside. When that’s done, Sinclair stands by the bed and raises a hand, beckoning me closer with his fingers in a way that gets me even more worked up.

“I’m going to scent mark you,” he says as I start to walk slowly over to him.

“What?” I say again, though I don’t stop moving, wanting to be in his arms as he shrugs off his suit jacket and starts to unbutton his shirt. “Dominic, you haven’t had to scent mark me in months – I’m your mate I already carry your scent all the time -”

But my words falter a bit as Sinclair gets his shirt off, revealing his broad, muscled chest. My mouth goes a little dry as his hands move to his pants, unbuckling his belt and shoving them down to the floor.

“Do it, Ella,” he commands, his voice low and bossy.

I do as he says, raising my hands to my shoulders and pushing at the dress, slipping it off my arms and letting it pool on the floor around me.

“On the bed,” he orders, nodding to it, his voice brooking no argument.

I obey, stepping out of my dress and over to the bed. And then I slowly start to crawl across it, wearing nothing but my black pumps, and my panties, and my lacy bra.

A growl rumbles in my mate’s chest as he watches me crawl to him, as I sit up with my knees apart, looking up at him with my hands resting on my thighs.

“Well?” I say, flicking my eyes down over my nearly-naked body. “If you’re going to do it, Dominic -”

But he doesn’t let me finish my sentence, climbing onto the bed himself in a flash, grabbing me to him and then laying me slowly out onto the bed so that I’m stretched beneath him the way I used to be, at the beginning of all of this, when he would take his time rubbing his body over every inch of mine.

I moan a little as he begins the ceremony again, starting by pressing a lingering kiss to my neck and them moving downwards over me, pressing his skin to mine, making sure that every inch of me bears his scent.

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I do my best to stay still not because I can’t touch him but…well, because part of me enjoys reliving this experience, thinking of when I was too scared to touch him, when I tried to deny what he did to me, physically, and how desperately I wanted him.

“Dominic,” I say quietly as his hips settle between my legs, pressing himself against me as he works his hands slowly up and down my arms. ” Not that I’m complaining, but…why are we doing this?”

“Because,” he murmurs, lifting his body and then sliding a broad hand beneath me before swiftly flipping me over onto my stomach in one move that makes me laugh, just a little, before he starts on my shoulders and my back. ” If I’m going to send you out there with him, I’m going to make sure he damn well knows you’re mine.”

And I laugh again, shaking my head even though it’s resting comfortably against the pillow. Sinclair works his way down my back, making sure every inch of me gets a fair share of his attention. “He already knows that, Dominic,” I murmur, almost undone by the pleasure of it. “Everyone does- the world does. A man would have to be a fool to try to take me away from you.”

“Because he knows that I would kill him in a second,” Sinclair growls, possessive and territorial and mine.

But I turn over a little, looking up at him, reaching out a hand to touch his arm, making him listen to me. “No,” I say softly, holding his gaze. “Dominic, because everyone knows that no one could ever convince me to walk away.”

And something in him gives at that, at the realization that he doesn’t have to hold onto me because he knows that nothing in me wants to leave. And it’s not that he didn’t know, but

Well. He’s an Alpha, isn’t he? And I’m his Luna, and his mate. It’s in him, somehow, this instinctual urge to hold me tight, to snarl recklessly at anyone who gets too close.

But as I hold his gaze, Sinclair sighs and lays himself down next to me. “All right, Ella,” he murmurs, nodding and pulling me close against him. “You’re right.”

“Am I stinky enough?” I murmur, giggling a little bit.

“No,” he growls, sliding his fingers into my hair and taking a steady grip there. “Not ever.”

“Well then,” I whisper, leaning close and pressing my lips almost against his. “I guess I’m going to be late to dinner then, aren’t I?”

“Good,” he growls. “Make him wait.”

And then my mate kisses me, and presses me down into the mattress, and I relish every moment I’m in his arms.

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