Chapter 144


    Chapter 144 – E Begs for Mercy


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    When I wake, my body is filled with the most exquisite soreness.


    My hand immediately leaps to my neck, where Sinir’s mark is seared into my skin. Being imed


    was the most intense experience of my life, and it feels remarkably as though Sinir and I are no


    longer separate people, but two halves of the same whole. His big body is wrapped around me as he


    dozes, and I’m amazed to realize I can sense his inner wolf’s pride and satisfaction even while he


    rests.


    I can’t really exin how the bond feels. In some way it’s like my bond with the baby, except instead of


    shes of hazy emotion I can constantly sense Sinir’s feelings, in a deep form of empathy that is


    confusing and overwhelming at times. Our hearts beat in perfect sync now, and I know we can


    communicate telepathically when we choose, even though we haven’t had the chance to test this


    particr gift. So far we haven’t done anything but make love. In fact my new mate woke me up three


    times during the night to take me again, and my poor S** is so swollen and sensitive that I’m afraid of


    Sinir waking up andvishing more attention on my exhausted body.


    I try to sneak out of bed while he sleeps, but his powerful arms tighten around me, and then there’s a


    low rumble in my ear. “And just where do you think you’re going?”


    “Just to the bathroom.” I lie, realizing at once that this is a mistake. If I can sense Sinir’s feelings


    then he can certainly sense mine.


    “Tsk, tsk,” He clucks, rolling me onto my back and looming above me. His voice is stern but there’s only


    love, amusement and desire in his eyes. As soon as I see these emotions, I feel them as well, blended


    with my own and yet entirely distinct. “Lying to your new mate already, trouble?” Sinir teases,


    caressing my cheek. “And trying to sneak away from me?”


    “I thought you’d try to be intimate if I woke you.” I exin, only slightly sulky.


    “Be intimate?” Sinir repeats, a devilish glint in his emerald eyes. “You mean you thought I’d try to rut


    your sweet pussy again.”


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    I blush and shiver, certain I’ll never get used to hearing him speak this way. It scandalizes me and turns


    me on all at once, and I know that’s why he does it. If only I could hide my reaction from him – but


    that’s more impossible than ever now. “Well was I wrong?” I demand indignantly. “I’m too sore to take


    any more of your wolf’s affection, Dominic.”


    Sinir’s brow furrows and he sits uppletely, “Baby, why didn’t you say so?” He moves between


    my legs and gently rumbles when I try to clench them shut. “Come on, let me see, sweetheart.”


    I don’t trust the sly wolf’s intentions, and when I try to sense his emotions through our bond in order to


    decipher whether or not this is a trick or genuine concern, I realize I can’t. “How are you doing that?” I


    inquire curiously, more than a little intrigued to realize there might be a way to shield my feelings from


    my mate.


    “You can learn to withhold some things from your mate, but it takes practice.” Sinir answers huskily,


    prying apart my thighs with no trouble at all. “Though I’m not sure I want to tell you how.” He adds


    wryly.


    I mp my hand over my center, my suspicions raised. “And why are you hiding your feelings from me


    now?” I inquire, now convinced this is all just a scheme.


    A rush of worry a*sails me, and I rx slightly. “It’s an old habit.” Sinir shares reluctantly, “It’s not in


    my nature to let others feel my anxiety, especially not my mate.” He tenderly pulls my hand away so he


    can examine my abused flesh, purring sympathetically and crooning when he sees how red and


    swollen I am. “Poor little wolf.” He murmurs, carefully spreading my lips so he can take a closer look,


    “I’ve been too rough with you, haven’t I?”


    No! My wolf exims, and Sinir’s masculine smirk tells me I’ve just managed to sessfully


    communicate telepathically. I roll my eyes at the silly canine, who loves his dominance too much to risk


    him going easy on us. So I sa*sily add, This is just what happens when you try to shove a battering ram


    into a keyhole.


    Sinir chuckles, his hot breath fluttering over my exposed skin. Poor, mistreated mate. His voice


    sounds in my head, cursed with an Alpha too well endowed for your little body to take. Amusement is


    heavy in his voice, and he arches a brow at me as he continues. Though I didn’t hear youining


    when you wereing all over mest night.


    I giggle despite myself, because he’s right and we both know it. I love how small and delicate I feel


    beside Sinir, even if those values are misced by the human society that raised me, and I’ve


    certainly enjoyed myself with him in bed. My thoughts are interrupted when Sinir moves his mouth


    dangerously close to my body. Here angel, let me kiss it better.


    rms go off in my brain, but then it’s toote. Sinir’s talented tongue swipes up the length of my


    S**,pping up the wetness umted at my entrance and flicking over the tiny bundle of nerves at


    the apex of my mound. “Dominic no– ohhh.” I exim, sighing as a fresh wave of heat consumes me.


    A moment ago I thought my clit might fall off if Sinir touched it, but the pain he invokes is edged with


    a deep pleasure I don’t understand. I abruptly realize that the worry he’d shared with me is long gone,


    reced only with cunning and triumph.


    With his mouth upied, my mate continues using our mind link. The sound of his darkughter fills


    my head, soon followed by the words, I wasn’t lying about sharing my worries, but perhaps I left out the


    fact that you can also learn to project things that aren’t there, or only reveal some feelings while


    keeping others hidden.


    I’m panting as he continuesving affection over my S**, my fingers tangled in his hair as confused,


    needy whimpers are dragged from my lips. Still, his words manage to prate the haze of lust and


    disorientation consuming my mind, and I feel a burst of relief. I’m immensely d to know that I’ll still


    be able to surprise and trick my mate, just as he’s done to me now.


    Another rumblingugh sounds in my thoughts,You’ve got a long way to go before you’ll be able to pull


    one over on me, mate. But I’d be lying if I said I’m not excited to see you try.


    You just want an excuse to spank me again. I answer, trying and failing to sound offended by the idea.


    Sinir pauses his ministrations to look up at me, his eyes glinting with lethal hunger. Damned straight.


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    When Sinir is finished having his wicked way with me, I leap out of bed and pull on my robe, putting


    as much distance between myself and the bed as possible. Sinir blinks, realizing I’m no longer


    sprawled like a ragdoll over his chest, before narrowing his eyes at me, “I don’t recall giving you


    permission to leave my arms, little one.”


    “You stay away from me.” I order, pointing at him and trying to sound firm. “My body is off limits until it’s


    had a chance to recover, is that clear?”


    Sinir smirks, and I realize I’ve essentially managed to challenge him. He rises from the bed and


    begins prowling towards me. “Is that so?”


    “Dominic, I’m serious.” I say earnestly. “I’m exhausted. I haven’t gotten out of bed all day and I already


    need a nap. Think of the baby.” I encourage, knowing that if this doesn’t work, nothing will.


    Sinir searches my face, then softens visibly. He reaches for me, and I hesitantly go to him. “I’m


    sorry, my love.” He purrs, snuggling me close. “My wolf just finds it difficult not to get carried away with


    you. Have a lie down and I’ll bring you something to eat.”


    My stomach growls right on cue, and I detect a pulse of guilt from Sinir. He feels like he’s been


    neglecting me, and as pleased as I am to know my body is safe from another onught of lust, I can’t


    stand this. I send every bit of denial in my heart straight back at him. “Dominic, I can’t thank you


    enough for everything you’ve done for me thesest few days. You saved my life again, you took care


    of me through the worst day of my entire life – the worst emotional and physical pain I’ve ever known.


    You forgave me even when we thought I’d killed our baby.” I continue, my voice breaking as I recall that


    pain. “You’ve done the exact opposite of neglecting me.” I proim pa*sionately, “I love you so much,


    and I’ve been in such heaven thest 24 hours, I just need a break.”


    Sinir cuddles me closer. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He professes tenderly. “But there’s one thing we


    need to get straight. I love our pup more than life itself, but if I had to choose to save one of you over


    the other, it wouldn’t even be a question for me. We can make another baby, but I can’t make another


    you.”


    My heart feels full to bursting, and some of the guilt that has been gnawing at me since I was forced to


    make that terrible decision fades away. I realize that I’d been so afraid of losing Sinir for trying to


    save my own life, especially after we’d started out our rtionship deeply opposed over my


    consideration of an abortion. Something cracks open inside of me, and the next thing I know I’m crying


    out all the pain and fear – the trauma of everything I’ve just survived and the joy as well. Sinir purrs


    and rocks me in the safe cradle of my nest, and I realize he’s crying too. Thest few days have been a


    gauntlet for us both, and we desperately need the catharsis.


    Unfortunately, our healing is cut short when Hugo walks in a little whileter, a grim expression on his


    face. “We’ve got a problem.”