Controlled Cravings

by Christin Lovell

  I lowered to my elbows, hovering inches from her face as I drove in and out of her pussy at a slow, torturous rhythm.

  “Tell me you want this,” I demanded, accenting my command with a growl from my wolf. I knew he was peeking through my eyes, watching her closely.

  “I want this,” she breathlessly replied, squirming beneath me.

  “Why?” The head of my cock slammed into her cervix. Pleasure burst through my groin even as every muscle tightened in expectation.

  She cried out, her hands moving to fist the sheets. “Why what?” Her hips lifted to meet mine.

  “Why do you want this?” I couldn’t hold back the anger within me. Either she’d wanted me this entire fucking time and we both suffered in silence or she was just using me.

  She bit her bottom lip, whimpering as I pushed into her again.

  My need was on the back burner as a novel one burst forth. I had to know. Suddenly it became vital that I knew whether she wanted this or not. I didn’t want to claim someone who didn’t want to be with me. I needed to know whether I could give into my every craving and unleash my wolf on her.

  “Answer me!” I grabbed her wrists and jerked them over her head near the headboard. I began pumping into her in a frenzy. My wolf was riding me, pestering the shit out of me to break free; my balls were drawn so close to my cock, so constricted with need I felt like I was going to explode. Pleasure licked my dick, spreading from my groin in tiny bursts of awareness that had my body twisting, my muscles clenching with a compelling craving. “God damn it, Callie, you better answer me.” I was so close to losing my control, my delicate balance on the tightrope.

  Chapter 7

  CALLIE

  Cognizance muffled my pleasure for a moment. I was having sex with Evan, my boss, my neighbor and the alpha of the pack I lived among. And damn it, he was every bit of the physical perfection I’d dreamed him to be. His muscles bulged as he thrust into me; his eyes bore into me as he shouted commands that had me wanting to come so bad. But I didn’t want to answer the question he was demanding an answer for.

  Abruptly he slid out of me. I immediately felt empty and cold. After two minutes of him inside me, I missed his warmth; I missed his touch.

  “Callie.” My name was a harsh plea on his lips. He ground his jaw as he glared at me. It took me a moment before I noticed he was shaking.

  I immediately sat up, and cupped his face. I didn’t care if he saw the rolls of my stomach or that my breasts weren’t totally perky. I cared too much about him.

  Fear knotted my chest as his features pinched. He swallowed hard, his breathing loud gasps through gritted teeth. “Evan. Talk to me. What’s wrong?” I couldn’t keep the panic from my voice.

  He growled, pushing away from me. His head snapped towards me as he stood up off the bed. His eyes were glowing honey, his lips curled into a snarl as he took me in.

  “Evan?” I’d never seen his wolf before, but I was certain that’s what I was seeing now. I wasn’t afraid of it, but I was concerned. I didn’t know what was going on.

  Abruptly, his head jerked towards the vibrator, still buzzing on the floor. I watched his large frame stomp towards the offending toy. I jumped when he slammed his foot down on it, effectively breaking the object and killing the noise.

  I heard a snap and he hunched over at the waist. His eyes sought me. “Shit! Callie, tell me if you want this or not, now!”

  I opened and closed my mouth, but nothing came out.

  “I need to know whether or not to run, Callie!” He was begging despite the volume and command of his voice.

  “I-“

  He gritted his teeth, strain wrinkling his forehead, pulling on his brows. His body escalated to a violent tremble. “You’re. My. Mate. Now do you want this or not?”

  My head whipped back. I felt like I’d been slapped with a thousand flogs. Emotions surged, suppressed desires surfaced with a vengeance. Hell yeah I wanted him. If nature dictated that I was his mate, then that explained everything that I’d felt for him. It explained my body’s reaction to him, my need for him.

  Shit! He was suffering, trying to save me. He was willing to give me a choice. I felt tears prick my eyes.

  I slid off the bed and went to him. “Don’t fight it. I want you, Evan. I’ve always wanted you. I just didn’t think you wanted me.”

  He tugged me into his arms, yanking me to him tightly. “I’ve always wanted you, Callie. I will always want you. Ah!” he cried out, lurching back.

  I watched as his wolf sprung free. The bones in his face broke, elongating into a snout. He fell on all fours, his hands and feet transforming into paws. His body trembled as his muscles regrouped, as his frame changed. Hair burst through every pore; he gleamed black as midnight. His teeth grew, the sharp edges of them poking beyond his lips, warning me of their ability to rip their enemies apart. His eyes glowed a pure honey hue. Every breath was a puffed snarl as he watched me closely.

  My chest rose and fell heavily. I thought for a moment like I was in a movie, like I was having an out of body experience. I struggled to comprehend that I’d just watched a human transform into a wolf; my wolf.

  I slowly back up to the bed. I was lost in his gaze, lost in this beautiful creature that was deeply focused on me. When the backs of my legs hit the mattress, I put my hands behind me and carefully hoisted myself onto the bed. I never looked away from Evan though. I knew eye contact was important. He warned me the moment he hired me that if I ever came in contact with a wolf to never run. Running would get me attacked.

  I cautiously slid across the comforter. My heart raced as Evan stalked towards me. He leapt onto the bed and moved with a predator’s form up and over me, forcing me to lie back. He pressed his nose along my skin, the wetness of it tickling my flesh. I held deathly still, not wanting to scare him.

  He pushed his snout against my neck and rubbed it. Hearing the rumble of his breathy growls so closely sent shivers down my spine, waking my body with fresh yearning. There was something so sexy about the sound, so earthy and wild.

  I held my breath as his teeth lightly scraped across my shoulder. My pulse quickened as awareness settled in. Shit. This was exactly how it was in the books. Damn it. Fiction got it right for once. Why did fiction have to have it right?

  I clamped my eyes shut and cried out, gripping the sheets, as his teeth pierced my flesh, bit through the cartilage and muscle between my neck and shoulder. Stinging pain shot through the area.

  Then he was over me; human Evan. His lips kissed my face, his hands smoothed over my cheeks. “I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I couldn’t control him.”

  I squeezed my eyes tighter, nodding my head. I knew it wasn’t his fault. I knew he tried to fight it. I also knew that the throbbing would dull soon. I was just waiting for that time.

  Chapter 8

  EVAN

  Pride soared within me knowing that she was nearly mine. I just had to mark her womb and then no other man or beast could touch her. My cock was already stirring, my physical longing for her rising again. But it didn’t win out over my heart.

  Seeing her combatting the pain broke me. I soothed her the best I could. I’d been bitten a time or two, enough to know that it didn’t feel good. It had to be especially bad for her though considering she wasn’t an animal with thicker skin and quicker healing time.

  Blood trickled from the wound, filling the air with her rusty inner sweetness. Damn. Even her blood smelled appealing.

  “Are you okay?” Guilt chided me. There was a reason why we claimed our mates at the height of their climax: it overrode any pain they had.

  Fuck. I was an idiot. Not only did I suffer for two years but I poked my wolf for two years. I gave him two years to grow stronger; it took me two years to break, but those two years cost Callie unnecessary pain. I should have given in from the beginning. I should have wooed her instead of pouncing on her like an immature teenager.

  She blew out a few deep breaths. I watch
ed as her features softened, as the distress of moments before began to dissipate.

  I rubbed my thumbs across her cheeks. I kissed the tip of her nose. My heart swelled as her eyelids fluttered open, revealing glossy, wet eyes. Even in her suffering, she gave me a small smile. “Sorry.”

  “What for?” I stared at her beautiful face.

  “I didn’t mean to react like that.” Heat touched her cheeks, stirring some deep emotion I couldn’t name.

  “Are you okay?”

  She nodded. “It’s manageable now.”

  “Good, because I’m not done with you.” I smelled her arousal as it spiked and permeated the air. I drew my hands down over her body, loving the feel of her silky skin beneath them.

  “You aren’t?” Her voice cracked.

  I smiled what I knew could only be seen as predatorily. I shook my head. “I’ll never be done with you.” My wolf stirred, demanding to hear her say it. My heart thundered, my own need to hear her say it claiming my integrity.

  I slid my fingers between her folds, caressing her tight bud. She gasped, her eyes widening with shock.

  I locked eyes with her as I moved my thumb in rhythm over her clit. She moaned, wriggling her hips. I pressed my other hand over her womb, locking her in place. “You’re mine. Do you hear me?”

  She nodded her head profusely.

  “Say it!”

  “I’m-oh!” She tilted her head back, her chest rising and falling in quick succession.

  “Say it, Callie!”

  “I’m yours!”

  My heart burst; my cock hardened unbearably, stretching towards my stomach. My balls drew tight, as I continued to rub her little nub, continued to watch her squirm with pleasure, pleasure that I was giving her.

  She was so damn stunning in the throws of passions. I loved the way she responded to my touch. I loved the ways she responded to me period. Damn. I just- Fuck! They were right. The sayings were true. They said that you fell in love with your mate before you ever claimed them.

  I could try to deny it. Hell, I’d denied myself and my wolf for two years, but that wasn’t possible anymore. I loved Callie. I loved her plush curves; I loved the roundness of her body, the soft feel of her skin. I loved how brave she was, how independent she was. She wasn’t needy. Fuck. She was ready to take care of her own needs even in the sex department rather than impose on anyone.

  With that thought, I plunged my cock deep into her pussy until I hit her cervix. She cried out; her inner walls squeezing my cock like a vise. I continued to caress her clit as I thrust into her with no abandon, a new, fierce rage grasping hold of me.

  “You’re mine, Callie. If you want something, if you want anything, you come to me. No more toys. Just me,” I snarled.

  She bit her bottom lip, nodding her head in agreement as I slid my cock in and out of her tight channel. The warm, wet walls of her pussy teased my cock; the folds of her inner flesh licked the head of my prick, and had me quickly falling beneath the pleasure of being in her, of being with her.

  Callie gripped my arms. “If I can’t use a toy, then you can’t hold back. I like it rough. I want to know that I’m being thoroughly fucked.”

  The dam broke. Her words set me free. I let go. I let myself crash into her. I let myself be free with her.

  My wolf’s growl thundered in my chest, projected from me and echoed around the room.

  “Hold on,” was my only warning.

  I grabbed her shoulders, lowered myself until we were flesh-to-flesh, skin-to-skin, and pounded into her.

  Her nipples braded my chest, her nails dug into me as she held onto me for dear life. My flesh slid across her flesh, my cock shoved in and out of her at record speed. Her pussy fit around me perfectly; her cries of pleasure that burst from her uncontrollably, the way her forehead wrinkled, the way her mouth hung slightly open as I took us both to the edge only increased my need. The feel of her, the sound of her, the smell of her, the sight of her all drove me to reckless abandon. I’d never felt the powerful bursts of pleasure shredding my muscles right now before. I’d never felt my groin compress to the point where I couldn’t breath. I’d never-

  Fuck! She broke free, her climax causing her body to shake beneath me and her pussy to clamp in rhythm around my cock, sending me over the edge. I felt my hot seed burst from within, luscious pleasure lick every pore on my body, erotic currents caress every nerve ending in my body. I couldn’t see straight. Everything sounded so distant. All I could do was feel; feel her moving beneath me still, feel her breath on my neck, feel her body wrapped around my own as I claimed her, as my world turned upside down before righting itself again, before it collided with hers, where it was always meant to. Where I was always meant to be.

  I kissed her lips, needing to pour my emotions out to her in some way, but not trusting myself to speak. I lazily moved inside her, not wanting to break the spell of our connection.

  She cupped my face, kissing me back with equal fervor. Nothing was rushed, but the intensity of our mouths and tongues tangling was enough to crack the Earth’s core.

  Finally she was mine. All mine.

  Chapter 9

  CALLIE

  I’d never experience such a concentrated eruption of dynamism, such a powerful collision of souls. That was the only way I could explain it. At the height of my climax, as my body pulsated around his, taking him into me, making us one, it felt like the planets aligned, like my world tilted on its axis. All I could do was feel him, hear his grunts as he thrust into me at warp speed.

  Aftershocks were still shooting through me. My flesh was beyond sensitive feeling every brush of his skin against mine, every curve of his cock probing my inner folds. I finally understood what it meant to be one with someone, to make love to someone.

  I caressed his face, pressing my lips to his. I couldn’t get enough of him. I didn’t know if I would ever get enough of him. He said no more toys, and I’d be damned if I thought I’d miss them after experiencing what could only be considered an earth shattering orgasm of cosmic proportions. I didn’t know such pleasure was possible; I didn’t know it was possible to feel this close, this connected to someone after such a short amount of time.

  As my body continued to descend from its high, a heavy exhaustion settled in, weighing me down. My muscles were weak, my bones tired as he continued to feather his hands over my curves.

  I slowly pulled back from our embrace. My eyelids were already at half-mast, feeling too heavy to force open. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I lost the battle, falling deep into sleep, feeling utter and completely, boundlessly satisfied for the first time in my life.

  Chapter 10

  EVAN

  I smiled contentedly as I watched Callie slip away. She must have been exhausted. Hell, even I was tired, which was rare for a wolf. We had an endless supply of energy and, typically, an endless drive to match.

  I lifted her into my arms and slid the comforter down. I was hot blooded by nature, but it was already October, which meant cold nights. Humans were more susceptible to the climate changes.

  I laid her down on the bed and pulled the blanket up to her shoulders before climbing in beside her. I cradled her to me.

  My heart swelled as I watched her. She looked peaceful and beautiful. Her lips were still swollen from my caress; her hair was a mess around her head. Her skin was radiant and smooth.

  I skimmed my fingers over her bite wound; even in sleep she flinched. I felt like beating my wolf for that one. He must have sensed my anger because he kept quiet.

  I sighed. At least it was over. She was all mine, all ours. From here on out, I’d make sure that she was always happy and never longed for anything.

  Chapter 11

  CALLIE

  I rolled over, stretching as I moved. My entire body was sore in a delicious way. That’s when it all came pouring back to me. I opened my eyes and looked around my room. I sat up, taking the comforter with me.

  Panic was the first thin
g that niggled deep in my chest. Embarrassment cut through the sharp edges of my fear. Had he really walked in on me masturbating? Ugh. I covered my face with my hands. I would never live that one down. Thank God I was his mate. I think I would have died of mortification otherwise.

  I felt a smile spread across my face. I was his mate. He was mine. I was his. I was mated to a freaking werewolf! An alpha werewolf! An alpha who was hot and sexy and nice and… He was everything I could have wanted in a man. He was strong, a take charge kind of guy. He didn’t shy away from responsibility. He treated me with respect. God, the way he suffered over these past two years for me was the ultimate show of love. He loved me enough to give me a choice. He fought his instincts; he fought himself until I gave him a clear answer. Then, even after I gave him permission and his wolf bit me, he felt bad for the pain he inflicted. He was so selfless. The depths of his compassion never ceased to amaze me.

  I’d seen so much over the past two years working for him, living amongst the pack. I’d watched Evan accomplish some pretty amazing things. He built Brusco Enterprises to the empire it was today, all while never neglecting his employees, family or pack members.

  Damn. I must have done something right for him to want me, for nature to pair us together.

  Flashes of last night flew through my mind. A chill ran down my spine as I recalled the way he touched me, the way he drove into me, the mind-blowing orgasms he gave me. He was amazing.

  I slipped from beneath the covers and threw on a pair of flannel pajama pants, a sports bra and a long-sleeved, v-neck shirt. I grabbed a hair scrunchie off my dresser and threw my hair into a messy knot atop my head. I was damn near giddy, the memories invigorating me as I opened the door.

  My heart skipped a beat as I rounded the corner. I felt like my cheeks were going to burst as I saw Evan’s backside. He was naked, but wore the apron my grandmother has handmade me. It was covered with pastel cupcakes and ruffles. He looked so darn cute in it. His dark skin and tight ass were perfectly framed by the bow he’d tied in the back.