Sinclair I’m watching Ella retreat, wishing I could read her complex mind as easily as I can read her body language. My wolf is angry with me for upsetting her, but I’m not sure what I did wrong. She liked kissing me, there’s no doubt about that. I also don’t know why she would ever think I’m the c
“I presume you’ve already set a date for the mating ceremony, then?” The Prince prompts me, seeming more than a little peeved that he isn’t holding my full attention. “Of course.” Now this time I am lying. We’ve made no such arrangements, making up the story solely for Roger’s sake. “But not befor
Sinclair I’m resolved to buy Ella a ring tomorrow, but we still have to get through tonight first. She was distant on the ride home, sitting across from me in the back of the limo rather than tucked up against my side the way I prefer. Moreover she didn’t say a word until we got back to the house,
We don’t know that. I caution. She didn’t want to get involved, remember? Her current need might be related or it might be the pregnancy, her hormones, or simply the fact that she’s a living breathing woman with a healthy libido. Either way, we have no right. Ella’s quiet ministrations speed up, an
Ella “Come in.” Sinclair’s voice sounds even deeper than usual, and I’m wondering if I’m imagining it. I waited as long as I could bear before coming to his rooms after finding some relief for all the pent up sexual tension he’s created in me. Still, I don’t feel nearly satisfied. My sex is still s
I sigh, fighting the sudden urge to stomp on his big giant foot and only holding back because I remember how much it hurt the first time. My next thought is to turn my lips toward his palm and take a chomp out of him. It’s incredibly tempting, but I have no idea where the impulse comes from. I’ve ne
Ella “Is this…?” I trail off, unable to find the right words. “I thought if we’re going to pretend to be together, we ought to do it right.” Sinclair smiles, his obvious pleasure at my reaction taking the sting out of his words. This isn’t because he feels anything for me, but he’s happy that I li
Sinclair shakes his head, as if I should know better than to ask such a silly question. “I won’t let you fall, sweetheart.” Strangely enough, I believe him. I believe he’s fast and strong enough to keep this promise, and I know he means it with every fiber of his being. He’s as good as his word too