Suddenly Ella’s back bows violently as a horrible crack fills the air, and I know we’re out of time. She howls with pain as she enters the second stage of her shift, and my wolf whines helplessly, rabid with the need to ease her torment. I pull her from the bath and return her to the nest, letting h
Ella Everything is different the moment I open my eyes. I don’t really want to wake up, to face a world without my baby in it, but my grief is momentarily dimmed by my wolf’s elation to finally be free. The temptation to bury my sorrows deep down and let myself be distracted is incredibly allurin
Let’s go for a run! I suggest eagerly, my body wiggling with excitement. Can we, can we? Sinclair gazes lovingly up at me as I dance around on the bed. We can, once you’ve got some food in your tummy. No! I throw my head back defiantly. I want to go now. Sinclair shaked his head and rises to his
Ella “This isn’t fair.” I complain, sitting naked in the back of the limo, glaring at Sinclair. “You said you would claim me if I shifted.” “Greedy mate.” He teases, kissing the soft spot behind my ear. “I didn’t say I would do it in the middle of the forest.” He hadn’t, but I was still very disp
I’m nothing more than a puddle in his arms at this point, and the smug Alpha knows it. When I look up at him his wolf is glowing in his eyes, and even though he’s turned my brain to mush, I can’t help but notice that I’m not the only one who’s gotten excited by his dirty talk. He’s as naked as I am
Ella Sinclair is towering over me, his wolf eyes glowing as he watches me work through my feelings. I gnaw on my lower lip as I try to find the bravery to ask him for what I want, and he purrs deep in his chest, cupping my cheek and tugging my lip free of my sharp little teeth. He doesn’t rush me,
“Touch yourself, Ella.” Sinclair commands, his voice hoarse with barely restrained lust. “Spread that sweet pussy so I can see how wet you are for me.” I freeze, thrown off balance by the idea of pleasuring myself in front of him. At the same time, my wolf urges me to be brave. It’s what he wants,
Ella At first I think Sinclair is angry, but then his lips part in a lethal grin and a growling laugh vibrates in his chest. He slides his hand over my cheek and around my nape, tangling his fingers in my wet hair. “Do you know what it means, to top from the bottom, little wolf?” He inquires ominou