#Chapter 107 - Dormant Wolf

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. I’m not bleeding, and it doesn’t hurt – though it hadn’t hurt in the dream either. All of a sudden I’m remembering Sinclair’s ominous words about how a mating mark wouldn’t hurt if it was timed right, and now I understand all too well. I’m still on an emotional high from the dream, I can’t believe I became a wolf! It had been the most incredible feeling, unlike anything I could have imagined. And then there was Sinclair. My body is flushed with heat, and my heart is still pounding. It felt so real, and I’m so glad that we stole that moment. At the same time, I wonder if the sex was only so good because it was a fantasy? It had to be, there’s no way anyone could actually be that a