Accidental Surrogate

Sinclair
At the very last second Ella seems to realize what she’s doing and starts to pull back. Unfortunately for her, the scent of her
arousal is filling the small space where we’re confined, and the desire in her eyes is so strong I can’t stop myself. I catch her
nape before she can move away from me, claiming her lips in one swift move.
Ella offers me a plaintive little moan then sinks willingly into my arms, sliding her arms around my neck and pressing her soft
body flush to mine. I growl in reply, my wolf chuckling in my head when she noticeably shivers. She’s so beautifully responsive,
my every touch sending ripples of heat through her small body. It’s only too tempting to continue touching and petting her in new
ways, just to see how she’ll react.
Despite her reluctance or disinterest in getting involved with me, Ella shows no hesitance now. I suspect our heated conversation
pushed her past her inhibitions or worries. She’s too turned on to think clearly and though I know I shouldn’t take advantage, I’m
not a saint. I don’t know any man or wolf who could deny such a sweet offering – and Goddess is she sweet.
Ella returns my kisses with open fervor, parting her lips for my questing tongue and shifting until she’s straddling my lap. Before
long her swollen center is pressed to my hardness, separated only by my slacks and her dress. I want to rip the clothes from her
body, to expose every inch of her soft skin and finally fulfill my erotic fantasies about her. I’ve become so pent up with sexual
tension lately that I’ve found myself making lists in my head, noting all the things I’d like to do with the lovely human if she ever
decides to let me into her bed.
It’s practically torture not to escalate our tryst when I know how close I am to making those dreams a reality, yet at the same time
I’m overjoyed to simply have Ella in my arms this way. Her lips are completely addictive, and I could happily spend hours tasting
her this way. Ella, on the other hand, seems more impatient. She gradually drags her lips from mine and trails them across my
jaw and down my neck, her nimble fingers busying themselves with undoing the buttons on my shirt.
When I realize what she intends I catch her slender wrists. “Take it easy, gorgeous.” I advise, worried she’ll regret this if I let it
continue. “We’re not even home yet.”
Ella grumbles wordlessly, continuing to lick and nibble her way over my body even as I hold her hands captive. The next thing I
know, her little teeth are sinking into my pec – not a nibble or a nip, but a true bite. It seems my sweet human didn’t care for
being refused, and she’s reacting like any she-wolf who’s mate isn’t giving her what she needs. I fist one of my large hands in the
silky strands of her hair, pulling her off of me before I lose control completely. It takes all my willpower not to throw her onto the
seat and claim her once and for all, but somehow I manage. “Fuck, you can’t do that, Ella.” I grit out.

“Why not?” I look down at her, catching sight of an indignant pout so adorable I have to kiss her again.
“Because only mates bite one another.” I sigh when we part. “It’s incredibly intimate, it carries meanings you don’t understand.”
“So explain.” She counters, her brow crinkling in confusion.
Huffing out a laugh, I loosen my hold on her long hair, stroking my fingers through the tresses. “I can’t. It’s a wolf thing. It’s part of
our bond, there’s magic that passes between two partners.” I continue. “And you biting me is like an open invitation for my wolf to
claim you. It isn’t easy to hold him back.”
I don’t tell her that this shouldn’t be the case. A simple bite from any random woman certainly wouldn’t tempt my wolf, even a bite
from a lover wouldn’t tempt him unless he wanted to claim her anyway. But Ella doesn’t know that and I don’t want to overwhelm
her. Still, my words have the intended affect, the idea of my wolf claiming her sobers Ella more quickly than anything else, and
the tension between us lowers to a simmer.
I carefully extract the sweet bundle from my lap, placing her on the seat beside me. The fog of lust is still covering her eyes, but I
can see her slowly coming down from the endorphin high. Her pulse isn’t racing so fast anymore, and I settle my palm on her
belly, feeling our pup. He’s awake and giving off pulses of happy contentment, no doubt pleased to have us both near. I tenderly
stroke Ella’s stomach, still reveling in our baby’s elusive consciousness. “The pup’s influence is strong – you’re acting more like a
wolf every day.” I observe.
“I’m sorry.” Ella finally confesses, looking truly lost now. “Not just for the bite... for all of it. I don’t know what came over me.”
“You don’t have to apologize.” I answer. “I like kissing you.”
“But it’s not...” She shakes her head. “I don’t want that.” Ella insists, gazing up at me. “Thank you for stopping me, I don’t... I’ve
never lost control that way. I made such a fuss about us not blurring the lines of our relationship and then I threw myself at you
like that... I really don’t know how it happened.”
I do. I think with amusement. I should have expected as much given Ella’s mischievous streak and the way she’s been playfully
testing me from the beginning, as well as the times she’s very seriously pushed back at my authority. She needs a firm hand, she
craves the kind of care only a strong mate can provide – and it doesn’t matter one bit that she’s human.
“It’s okay.” I repeat, “And I will always do what I can to make sure we don’t get carried away.” One huge exception looms in my
mind’s eye, and after tonight, I know I can’t put it off any longer. “But Ella, I really do need to warn you about the wild hunt.”
“How so?” She asks.

“The wild hunt event happens on the second to last night of the festival. It’s a tradition where male wolves hunt,” I’m careful to
put this word in air quotes, just in case she misunderstands, “their mates in the forest.”
“I know.” She breathes. “Aileen told me all about it. She said I would have to start the hunt, but it was okay that I couldn’t shift
because I’d enter the forest in human form anyway.”
“Yes.” I confirm, wondering if my beta’s wife told her the rest. “And I assume you know what happens when the she-wolves are
caught.”
Ella flushes scarlet. “Aileen said you celebrate by ‘making new wolves’.” As embarrassed as she seems to be saying these
words, the darling human doesn’t seem to be taking it seriously. I understand why she might not think there’s anything to worry
about in our case, but unfortunately that isn’t the reality.
“Right.” I agree again. “But you have to understand that I will be shifted by the time I reach you. My wolf will be in control, and
he’s not as gentle or patient as I am.”
“But you’ll shift back, won’t you?” She inquires, sounding suddenly anxious.
“Yes, but he’ll still be at the forefront, and we’ll have been on the hunt.” I wonder if she comprehends all the implications of this,
then realize she can’t possibly. Only a shifter could understand. I know I have to be more direct. “That night brings the dawning
of the Solstice, when our magic is strongest. Our wolves will be closer to the surface that day than they are almost any other day
of the year. I won’t be myself, I won’t be able to hold myself back without help from you. My wolf will see the mother of our pup
and want to carry out the ritual – to make love to you. If you encourage me, I won’t be able to stop myself.”
“So I won’t encourage you.” Ella answers, as if the solution is truly that simple.
“It might be harder than you think.” I warn. “The pup is changing your behavior already, and the event is very heated from the
beginning. We can’t let what happened tonight happen at the hunt.”
Ella grimaces, “Okay.” She nods gravely, clearly taking the matter very seriously.
“There’s one more thing.” I add, my mouth forming a hard line.
“Yes?” She prompts me.

“Once I’ve caught up to you, you have to stop running.” I state, hoping the baby’s influence isn’t strong enough to make her do
this. A true she wolf wouldn’t give up until her mate actually pinned her to the ground, but if it gets that far I don’t think I’ll be able
to hold myself back. “If you keep going it will send my prey drive into override and I will chase you down... It would be a different
kind of encouragement, but every bit as dangerous. So whatever you do – don’t run.”
Ella gulps, “I promise.”
I’m relieved to have this conversation out of the way, to know we’re on the same page. And yet, I saw how curious Ella became
tonight about our ways, and I can see the same curiosity in her now. I just have to hope that curiosity isn’t so strong that she
decides to test me on the night of the hunt. If she does – we’ll both be in big trouble.