idental Surrogate For Alpha Novel Free -Chapter 72
E
Yes, yes, yes! The little voice in my head chants, so forcefully the words almost spill out of my mouth. I
stop them just in time, even though I can’t stop my hips from jerking up towards Sinir’s hand. Still, I
manage to sp my fingers around his wrist before he can make contact with my aching clit, even as
my blood sings for release.
I desperately want to let Sinir’s give me the pleasure he’s offering, but I feel so overwhelmed by all
this. Too many things have happened in thest 24 hours, and I’m beyond confused by my reaction to
Sinir’s discipline. All my emotions have been thrust together, smashed up and blended into a violent,
swirling maelstrom– too muddied to differentiate. It’s as though I’ve beenpletely unmoored, no
long understanding my own heart or mind.
This is from N?velDrama.Org.
I look up at Sinir, my eyes wide and still stinging with leftover tears. He’s wearing that ravenous
expression that makes me feel like he’s about to gobble me up, but there’s a softness in his eyes – an
understanding that my body’s base instincts are not on the same page with my distraught mind.
“I don’t think I’m ready for that.” I confess, my voice very soft. How surreal is it, that twenty four hours
ago I was ready to give myself to himpletely? To let him make love to me right there in the middle
of the forest, despite all our efforts to keep our rtionship tonic?
Maybe the Prince did us a favor with his attack, I think bitterly. He kept us from taking a step we
wouldn’t be able to take back – from making a terrible mistake.
How can you say that? My conscience demands. Look at what Sinir just did for you.
What? Spank me like a child? Make me cry like a baby? I bite back.
You know you feel better now, The infuriating voice replies, It hurts, but hurting is better than feeling
nothing.
I’m not so sure about that. The feelings that flowed out of me after the spanking provided an entirely
different kind of release than the one I need now, pouring out pent up emotions with no other outlet
than tears. However I’m acutely aware that those feelings were only a drop in the bucket, the surface
waters of a bottomless well of anguish I am not prepared to face.
Ignoring my conscience, I peek up at the huge Alpha. “Is that okay?”
“E, of course it’s okay.” Sinir answers, studying me closely. “Do you want me to leave you, so you
can take care of it yourself?” He offers, though there’s a low, growly quality to his voice that makes me
think his wolf doesn’t like this idea one bit.
“No.” I object immediately, grasping for his shirt before I can think better of it. I don’t want him to leave,
to lose his soothing touch– but I also have a sneaking suspicion that staying in hisp is a bad idea. I
can feel his hardness digging into my sore backside, and I’m both squirming to relieve the sting of my
punished flesh and the ache between my legs.
“Easy sweetheart.” Sinir chuckles, “I’m not going anywhere.” He kisses my hair. Then, seeming to
sense the problem, he sets me beside him on the bed. I wince, preferring the feel of his warm thighs
over the cool silk of the duvet, but before I can feel too sorry for myself Sinir slides his palm to my
bare belly, feeling for the pup.
“How is he?” I ask, feeling both guilty for not asking sooner, but also afraid of hearing the answer. How
much of my ordeal was the pup able to feel? Surely if he can sense my feelings he can feel my fear
and pain. Is he also aware that his father just put me over his knee? Oh that is so wrong – no child
should have to know those things about their parents.
“I wish you could see your face right now.” Sinir teases, “But I promise he’s much too young to
understand any of this. All he knows is that you were sad, and that you feel better now we’re together.
He feels better too.”
“Was he very frightenedst night?” I inquire, closing my eyes and leaning into his side.
“He was distressed, because he could feel your fear, but everything he knows is in response to you.
And his own feelings haven’t be moreplicated than sad or happy – they won’t until after he’s
born.” He exins.
“But you could tell what he was making me crave.” I remind him, striving to understand.
Sinir nods, “Hunger, pain, tiredness, those are all reflexive instincts, not emotions.” I sigh, taking this
in and pressing my nose to his chest and breathing in his scent. “You see?” I can hear a smile in his
voice. “You’re soothed my scent, so he’s happy.”
“But I thought I liked smelling you because it’s what he needs?” I murmur.
“That’s the way with mothers and pups – that’s why I say you have a connection every bit as magical
as my own. Your wants and needs be one in the same.” Sinir shares.
“Okay.” I breathe, knowing that the harder I think about this, the less sense it will make. The more time
that passes, the more I’m learning that magic and logic do not always mix.
We pass the next few moments in silence, and though I’m still so needy I think I might scream, I also
haven’t forgotten the reason we fought. My ball gown remains in a puddle on the floor, it’s gauzy,
gemstone studded skirts glinting up at me in the low lighting. “Dominic?”
“Yes?” He prompts, running his fingers up and down my arm in the most distracting way. His touch is
featherlight, and I know it’s intended tofort me rather than excite, but I’m beginning to think that it’s
impossible to be in physical contact with this man without being turned on. Hell, I was even turned on
when he was spanking me – and it hurt like hell. On some level I understand it was his dominance I
liked, rather than the pain, but it still seems so wrong.
“I think I need you to stop touching me.” I whisper, hating myself even as I say it.
“Okay.” He agrees, reluctantly shifting my small body away from his. I instantly feel cold and
iplete, and my feelings must show on my face because Sinirughs and taps his finger on my
nose. “You asked for it, beautiful.”
“I know.” Iin, pulling the duvet up around me so that I won’t feel so exposed. Sinir watches
my movement with narrowed eyes, and I can see he’s holding back some bossy statement. Probably
something about not hiding myself from him, though he seems to understand I won’t calm down as long
as his gaze is raking over my naked skin. “I want to talk about the ball.”
“E–”
“No!” I insist, cutting him off, “Please just hear me out?”
Sinir exhales heavily, “Go ahead.”
“Look, you were obviously right that I wasn’t okay,” I begin, feeling resigned. “But I wasn’t wrong either.
We can’t let the Prince win.”
“We’re not.” Sinir promises. “But you need your rest. You’ve been through a lot.”
“I’ve been through worse.” I announce, surprising us both. I didn’t intend on sharing that with Sinir,
but I need him to know I’m not going to fall to pieces at the first sign of danger. He doesn’t look
surprised, he merely grimaces, as if he hates hearing this but also wants to ask for more details.
Sensing this, I forge ahead before he can act on his impulse. “You made such a big deal about the
Solstice, about how much these events mean. If we skip it, the Prince will have an advantage.”
“The Prince doesn’t have a breeding mate.” Sinir counters, “pregnant she-wolves get a lot more free
passes in our society than those who are not.”
“But he’ll know.” I state stubbornly. “He’ll feel emboldened, like his n is working. We have to show
him it isn’t.”
Sinir studies me for a long moment. “Is this truly what you want, or are you trying to prove something
to me – because I promise you don’t have to.”
“Not everything is about you, you know.” I answer saucily, feeling a bit more of myself now.
Warmth floods my body at the sound of hisughter. “Careful little one, or I might think you didn’t learn
your lesson the first time.”
“Please Dominic?” I request. “I want to go to the ball.”
“Hmm.” He hums thoughtfully. “If I agree, will you do something for me in return?”
“That depends,” I answer warily. “What do you want?”
“Will you promise to tell me about those worse things you’ve been through some day?” Sinir
inquires, grazing his knuckles over my cheek.
I go very still now. “I’ve never talked about those things with anyone. I’m not sure I know how.”
“I could help you.” Sinir offers, “Like I helped you today.”
“If you think I’m going to let you spank me again –” I begin indignantly.
“Oh so you let me, did you?” He rumbles, sliding his hand around to my nape and making my toes curl.
He grins wolfishly, shaking his head.“I hate to break it to you, baby – but that was far from yourst
spanking, whether it’s to help you tap into your feelings or not.”
“You’re a tyrant, you know that?” I remark, shooting him a sullen re.
“Is that a no?” He asks, arching a brow.
“But why bothing digging into all of that?” I question. ‘It’s in the past. Surely it’s better to leave it there.”
“I think we both know these things never stay in the past, E.” Sinir answers gravely. “I could see
them weighing on you before you ever said a word.”
“You could?” I squeak, hating to think I’m so transparent.
“Yes.” He affirms gently, “And I don’t want you carrying all that alone.”
“But it’s my burden to carry, not yours.” I reason, not looking him in the eye.
Sinir catches my chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling my eyes up to his. “And I suppose
you asked to carry it? You sought out the pain and heartache?”
I can see his point, though I don’t want to. I can also see the advantage in keeping this deal some
vague promise of the future. The ball is tonight, so I can agree to share and then put off following
through indefinitely. It’s not a lie – not really. I know I’m not ever going to be ready to talk about those
horrible things with Sinir, so I just have to tell him as much when the timees.
“Okay.” I finally confirm. “You have a deal.”