Controlled Cravings
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“Very cute.” I giggled.
He winked, giving me a charming smile. “Took you long enough to say something.”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot, you can hear everything.”
He stopped stirring the eggs on the stove, but kept the spatula in hand as he turned towards me. “I don’t know about everything, but I can hear the important things, like a vibrator and my sexy aroused mate.”
I felt my cheeks heat. I knew I wasn’t going to live that one down. “Excuse me for finally bursting after three years of celibacy from everyone and everything. Plus, it was your fault.”
He laughed. “My fault?”
“Yes. You looked so damn sexy yesterday. That’s what pushed me over the edge; I was thinking about you.” I crossed my arms.
He chuckled, tossing the spatula aside before he closed the gap between us. “Good answer, baby. I better never catch you thinking about another man like that. I’m a bit possessive of what’s mine.” He gently nipped my neck.
My entire body warmed immediately. I felt the tightening in my womb.
He cupped my face. “If I didn’t know how sore you were, I would take you right now.”
I couldn’t help but smile. Knowing that he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him reassured me, it made me feel like I’d finally found my equal. We were perfectly in balance with each other. “I think I could handle a round.”
His eyes narrowed as he studied me closely. “Don’t tease me.” A small growl escaped him.
“Never.” I ran a single digit down the front of the apron, across the plains of his hard muscles.
He lifted me into his arms and captured my lips. I felt the hard length of his cock pressed against my center. His kiss was passionate; it was feisty and full of flavor. I heard something crash against the floor before he laid me down on the breakfast table.
My hands frantically jerked the apron over his head, letting it fall to the floor at his feet. I looked at him, took in the beauty of him, all sharp angles of masculinity and muscle. His wolf roared to life, showing himself through his glowing eyes before Evan took over again.
He tugged my pants off and nearly ripped my shirt and bra off. He pulled me to him, his hands grabbing my hips as his lips came down on mine again. Sensations worked through me. My nerve endings jumped to life; my body was primed with anticipation.
His lips traveled along my jaw and down my neck. The second he reached my shoulder where he bit me last night, he thrust his cock all the way to the hilt, sending bolts of pleasure through me. I clung to him. I kissed his chest as I scraped my nails along his back. I didn’t feel like I could ever get enough of him. I didn’t feel like I could ever be close enough to him.
He’d just found a rapid rhythm that had me on the edge, teetering between conscious and unconscious feeling. My pulse was quick as he surrounded me. I smelled him, tasted him, and heard his tiny grunts and growls that elicited further excitement within me. I felt him stretching my inner channel, felt his hands all over my curves, even the ones I hadn’t always loved. I cried out as he hit places I didn’t know existed, places within me that sucked my sensible thoughts away and replaced them with concentrated rifts of pleasure; mind-blowing, energy surging pleasure that left me dumbfounded. I felt like I was on a rollercoaster without a harness, holding on to him for dear life as adrenaline rushed through me.
I was so close; my body was coiled so tight I felt like I was going to explode. My muscles clamped down around him even as my mouth kissed him all over, as my hands grabbed whatever I could, seeking leverage but being forced to submit full control to him when I couldn’t find it.
Suddenly, through my fog, I smelled something burning. It barely registered in my mind.
“Burning,” I gasped around a moan as his cock stabbed my cervix and his mouth connected with my nipple. “Oh, fuck it!”
He laid me back on the table, never losing his pace. He bent over me, going back and forth between my breasts, stealing my common sense, stealing my breath. Tingles of awareness, of ecstasy shot from my firm peaks as his tongue laved them; the pleasures of above mingled with the pleasure stemming from below. Sensations overwhelmed my mind and my body.
I wrapped my legs around his hips. He looked down at me and growled at me. That was my only warning before he flipped me over onto my stomach. I screeched as he gripped my hips and pulled my ass to his groin, dragging my sensitive nipples across the cool surface of the table. The second he entered me from behind, I splintered into a thousand pieces.
The new angle hit fresh pleasure zones, shredding any ounce of self-consciousness I had left. Lifting my ass into the air, I cried out, grabbing at the table as my pussy pulsated around him. My limbs flooded with warmth, my nerves lit up, jolting my entire body to life. Goose bumps broke out over my flesh as he pounded into me, as pleasure coursed my veins at warp speed. His cock continued to milk me, to draw out my erotic elation until he growled and I felt his hot seed fill me.
I heard his labored breaths before I felt his lips kissing a trail down my spine. I shuddered at the raw sensuality of his moves.
I jumped when the fire alarm started beeping. He chuckled, giving my ass a tiny love tap. He slipped out of me, leaving me feeling barren, empty and suddenly cold. I shivered as a cool breeze wafted over me.
I slid down off the table right as the fire alarm stopped shrieking. I was just about to turn towards him when I saw my back door. The wall and doorframe around where the deadlock had been turned into was missing. Someone, or more specifically, an alpha on a mission to claim his mate, must have busted through the door. No wonder I was cold.
I crossed my arms and looked to him expectantly.
He held up the pan of burnt eggs. The entire bottom of the stainless steel pan was black and the eggs looked far from edible. “Guess I’m taking you to breakfast.”
“And to the hardware store.” I pursed my lips, slitting my eyes as I glared at him.
“About the door...” He tossed the pan on the counter and pulled me into his arms, kissing my cheek.
“What about my door? Besides the obvious.”
“Every dollar it’ll cost me to fix it was worth it.” He pressed his lips to mine; it was a soft, sweet kiss.
“You’ll fix it today?”
“Whatever will make you happy, baby.”
I gave him a small smile as I burrowed into him, finally wrapping my arms around him. He was so warm; his arms created a barrier of protection around me. “You make me happy.”
He rested his head atop mine, fully cocooning me. “Good. It’s going to be my life’s mission to keep you happy. I…” He took a breath. “I love you, Callie.”
I smiled into his chest. I didn’t know what happiness was until I heard those words. My entire body relaxed as joy coursed through me. I felt like I was floating on a cloud above the world; Evan was an impenetrable wall of comfort for me. He was my home. He was happiness in physical form. He was all that I loved. He was-
I took a shaky breath and disentangled myself enough to peer up at him. He gazed at me with warmth, with love, with all that I’d ever wanted a man to look at me with, and I knew in that moment that that would never change. The same way my feelings for him would never change. He was all that I loved and somehow I fell in love with him over the course of these last two years, but the past twenty-four hours were what solidified my heart’s stand. It wasn’t mine anymore. The moment Evan burst through the door and put me first, I opened the tight grasp I had on my heart and handed it over to him.
I stood on my tiptoes and gently kissed his lips. “I love you too.”
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Christin Lovell, Controlled Cravings