Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story
Chapter 253 Isabel is Claimed
James
At first James thought he misheard her.
Then he thought he misunderstood.
But there could be no doubt now – not the way Isabel was looking at him, with big eyes full of hope, anticipation, and just a little fear. Hearing the guarded she-wolf profess her love sent his heart soaring, until it was pounding violently against his ribcage as it accelerated to a gallop. Isabel’s skin was flushed bright pink, and she couldn’t truly look him in the eye. Her gaze kept flitting up and down, almost as if she thought James might reject her. It was adorable and infuriating all at once. Didn’t she realize how crazy he was about her?
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At the same time, he didn’t want to push her past her limits. It was one thing to think she was ready, and another to truly take such a momentous step. James tangled one large hand in Isabel’s hair, tugging her face up to his, “Did you think I would refuse you, sweetheart?” He inquired, stroking her sharp jaw with the pad of his thumb. “Surely you realize how hopelessly I’m in love with you, Isabel.”
She shrugged, sniffling harder now. “I don’t know.”
“Oh my sweet mate.” He breathed, cuddling her to his chest. “I have lost my damn mind for loving you, and it means the world to me that you feel the same way. I’ve just been trying to be patient.”
“I don’t want you to be patient anymore.” Isabel grumbled, all wolf as her eyes flashed neon blue. James flashed his fangs and growled quietly, until the animal ferocity faded from Isabel’s countenance, “I think I need to be pushed.” She added with a small pout. “My wolf has been begging me to give into you for weeks, and I’ve been resisting her. I appreciate you trying to give me time, but I can’t bring myself to do it on my own. I…I need help taking this final step.” Isabel admitted, her knees feeling like absolute jelly.
James captured her l*ips with his own, knowing exactly what she meant. Loving Isabel had been an exercise in endurance, self-discipline and absolute masochism. “I appreciate that, baby.” He purred, k*issing her cheek. “And I’m so proud of you for acknowledging it and asking for help, but there’s no rush.” He told her, mostly just to see how she would react. “It’s enough to know how you feel, and that you’re ready to take that step. We can start with getting more intimate and see how you feel.”
Isabel didn’t disappoint the soldier’s wolf, shooting him a fierce scowl and digging her little feet into the ground. “I don’t just mean that I want you to rut me, James.” Isabel corrected him in a sultry tone, peeking up at him from beneath her lashes and watching as her words sunk in. “I mean I want you to truly claim me.” She clarified, swiping her little pink tongue over the seam of her l*ips. Her words were getting softer and more suggestive by the second, and it was all James could do to keep his wolf in control. “I need you to fill me with your big, hard c*ock, and rut me until I’m ruined for any other wolf. I need you to sink your sharp fangs into my –
“Enough!” James’ blood was well past the boiling point now, and though he wanted nothing more than to cart her off to bed this instant, he couldn’t resist k*issing her again either. He growled, dragging her mouth to his and Isabel immediately opened for his tongue, her slight body shifting restlessly against his. They indulged each other for a few long, breathless minutes, before James finally regained control of his senses. “There’s something I have to tell you, before we go any further.” He ground out, looking irate with his own better judgment.
Isabel winced, fighting back a shiver of dread. She’d been worried about this… about what would happen to her relationship with James once the war truly got underway. She’d also seen the way all the Alpha’s were muttering and talking today, making plans and whispering strategies. And now with James looking down at her, his brow furrowed with regret… it wasn’t hard to guess what he was about to say.
“You’re going with Dominic into battle, aren’t you?” She stated, her mouth suddenly feeling very try.
“He’s asked me to be his second in command while he sends Roger off on some other mission.” James confirmed, trying to read Isabel’s shuttered features. “The refugees won’t need me to ferry them away every day, because we’ll be between them and the threat.” He sighed heavily. “It will be a relief.”
Isabel nodded, her eyes burning. “He’d be a fool to go without you.”
“Can you look at me, sweet mate?” James inquired, using that sacred moniker for the first time, and seeing the way the vibrations of his voice zinged through the she-wolf.
She raised her shining eyes to him, and he k*issed her again, lingering. “I’m going to do everything in my power to come home to you and Sadie. Nothing will keep me away.” His need for her was growing wild and violent, even stronger now that they spoke about parting. Isabel simply nodded, arching for his mouth, seeking his l*ips with her own. James only indulged her for a moment, for jerking back and gripping her hips with alarming force. “Tell me now, Isabel.” James pleaded, desperate to claim her but loathe to frighten her. “Before we go too far to turn back. Are you sure this is what you want?”
Looking at him now, she’d never been more certain of anything. “If you plan on running off to war on Friday, then you don’t have a choice in the matter. You will claim me, mate.” The words were spoken with Isabel’s trademark ferocity, but also a frisson of fear, as if she still didn’t trust this was real.
James undressed Isabel as if she was a carefully wrapped gift, one whose paper is too lovely to risk tearing. He k*issed every new inch of skin he bared, trailing his l*ips over her arms, n*eck and shoulders when her top disappeared, then working his way down her flat tummy until he reached the button of her jeans.
It was torture, the way he danced around the spots where she needed his mouth most. He removed her bra, licking and nibbling down her spine until her pulse was racing, then doing the same thing with her panties, rolling them off her hips and devoting his attention to the curve of her hip, the swell of her bottom and the insides of her thighs.
By the time she was completely naked she was shaking with need. James was still fully dressed, and it felt horribly vulnerable to be so exposed while he was covered up. She was standing between his legs, and his hungry eyes were sweeping over her exposed body, taking in every detail. It was too intimate, too intense, and she reflexively raised her hands to cover herself.
A growl rumbled deep in his chest, and James took her arms away from her body. “No hiding, little wolf – not from me.”
Isabel was absolutely beside herself, driven to the brink of sanity with unrequited need. “Look all you like, just t*ouch me, please.”
“Gladly” James smirked, claiming Isabel’s mouth and slipping his tongue inside to tangle with her own. As she disappeared into the k*iss, Isabel moaned softly, leaning into his hands and nearly crying out when he rolled the sensitive buds of her n*ipples between his f*ingers, then pulled back to watch the blood rush to their tips. Unable to resist, James dropped his mouth to her swollen b*reasts, s*ucking first one, then the other into his mouth.
Isabel jolted the first time she felt the combination of suction and tongue flicking on her turgid nubs, and he didn’t let up. James worked her over until her hips were rocking blindly, desperate for any kind of friction and finding none. James kept her hips braced in his hands, holding them away from his body so that she can’t find pleasure without him.
She threw her head back, clasping her arms over her head and holding her mouth against her skin. “More.” She begs, “I need more.”
“Where, Isabel?” James asked, detaching his mouth from her b*reasts and pulling her head down to his. He k*issed her urgently, more aggressive than she could ever remember him being, so overwrought with need that his control was slipping away little by little. Their tongues danced as he drew countless k*isses from her l*ips, her small body still undulating above him. Rather than answer his question directly Isabel pulled one of his hands between her legs, pressing his f*ingers against her sodden core and gasping, “Here.”
It was getting harder by the minute to keep up this game, but James was determined to try. Isabel’s hips jerked violently when he began petting her neglected s*ex, using her palm to apply pressure to her clit while delving his f*ingertips around her entrance.
She felt so small against his hand, and Jame’s c*ock hardened further just thinking about how it would feel to be inside her. Isabel gasped and cried out, grinding into his hand with beautiful abandon as she chased her pleasure. Isabel’s eyes went astonishingly wide when she finally crested the wave of her orgasm, her mouth falling open in wonder as the feelings washed over her. James watched every moment, drinking in the sight of his mate coming to pieces.
Isabel’s entire body was trembling and quaking, lost in ecstasy, drowning in a sea of pleasure. she could hear myself crying out, as well as James anchoring her through the storm. His f*ingers were still moving, petting her with slow, gentle strokes meant to bring her back down to earth. But she didn’t want to come down – not yet.