Accidental Surrogate for Alpha
Sinclair tells me it’s not unusual for she-wolves to enter a heightened plane of consciousness amidst such an onslaught of pleasure, but I’m still getting used to the violent surge of endorphins holding my body captive.
I feel completely boneless in my mate’s arms and I really don’t want to move, but my stomach is growling and I can sense Rafe’s hunger through our bond. Sinclair senses this too, gently untangling our bodies so he can rise. I murmur in complaint and he kisses my hair, promising to return with food. I snuggle deeper into the plush bedding as his footsteps recede, still reveling over the information revealed in my most recent hypnosis session.