Sinclair towers over me, his heated gaze raking over every inch of my bared flesh as if he’s been starving for the sight of me. It feels impossibly vulnerable, to be spread out in front of him like a feast to be devoured. I’ve never known a man who could light me on fire with a single look, but Sinc
“Dominic, please!” I finally beg, feeling close to tears. “Poor darling, why didn’t you ask sooner?” He teases. I want to reach down and smack him, but before I can he sucks my needy clit into his mouth, and I explode. For someone who has never reached orgasm with a partner at all, Sinclair’s s
Ella My eyes jerk open, and I surge up in bed. A moment ago Sinclair was buried inside me – in more ways than one. My hand frantically clamps down on the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. I can still feel Sinclair’s fangs slicing into my flesh, but there doesn’t seem to be a wound in reality.
Sinclair chuckles, and I have to fight the urge to growl at him. “I’m sorry sweetheart, I forgot you didn’t know. Yes, I always noticed you – it was annoyingly distracting every time I caught sight of you in the neighborhood. Every time I did, I’d end up thinking about you for hours afterwards, and
Ella Sinclair and I stay up late into the night talking, reveling in this new discovery. I’d believed our dream date would give us closure, but it turns out it wasn’t the end at all – it was the beginning. “It’s no wonder you’ve been feeling so off-kilter.” Sinclair consoles, trailing his fingers
“Because I thought it was in the past, and that it would only hurt you.” Sinclair frowns, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away a rogue tear. “But now that we know the truth… it suggests that something much bigger is going on here, Ella. I think your parents must have been trying to hide you for s
Ella “What do you mean she’s not a wolf?” The elder to whom Sinclair brought me to meet looks vaguely familiar, and I’m sure I’ve met him at some event or another. Still, I’m in such a daze with all this new information, that I can barely keep up. I feel like my brain isn’t working properly anymore
“What do you mean, sent?” I interrupt. “I went there because my sister is a scientist at the lab. My boyfriend –” “My dear, the reason you couldn’t get pregnant with your boyfriend is because he was human and you are not.” The elder answers, almost as if he read my thoughts. “It also means that hum