I gasped for air as his dick licked my womb before slowly sliding away. “I love you too.” Gazing into his dark eyes, I didn’t just say it, I felt it. I felt him in me, against me, around me. But there was more. It was a palpable essence that assured me of his feelings, that confirmed what he said and left me with no doubt. He really did love all of me, including my excess stuffing.
His unbearably slow pace sent my body to new highs, to a new threshold of pain. Everything moved in slow motion, every sensation drifted through me at a patient speed, which only wound me tighter when it was pain flowing through me, when it was a throbbing need working through me.
I closed my eyes, tugging against his grip on my wrists. I tried to move my hips up to meet his thrust, but a hand held me off. It locked me in place, forced me to accept his rhythm.
I whined. “Please, Bry. I really can’t… no more… please.” I wasn’t above begging. My body bore down on itself; the pressure was too intense. This was becoming way too much for me.
He’d slowly stripped away every layer of me. Lying naked with someone didn’t mean you were spiritually and emotionally naked to them. But he’d made sure that I was. He’d taken his time, moving so slowly, taking so little at a time that I hadn’t realized it until now.
I couldn’t hide myself, figuratively or literally. The emotions were what was buried deep within, the tears a rush of all I’d hidden for so long.
“Open your eyes.” His command was a harsh growl.
I met his intense gaze. My pulse pounded in my head, my body was loud; for the first time, it was loud. A thundering heart was nothing when it blended into the symphony. Blood rushed through my veins, echoing in my head. My heart pounded against my chest as my lungs loudly rose and fell in erratic patterns that caused the harmony to jump around. My flesh wiggled against my sheets, a low scratching sound adding to the musical melody. His cock hitting my cervix sent pleasure and pain vibrating through me like a gong; the smack of his hard balls against the soaking soft flesh of my pussy was a gentle drumbeat.
Every breath was filled with his scent. Every movement seemed to pull me further and further into my head space, where my senses were so overwhelmed they blanketed my mind; they left me captured and at his mercy as they took over, absorbing every little thing.
I was a hairsbreadth from falling, a hairsbreadth from breaking through, yet I couldn’t. I was struggling, tottering in place, at a point where pleasure and pain were no longer separate entities washing through me; they were one, just as we were one. They moved together, attacked my nerves, wracking them with sensations together. It left my body on edge, no longer caring if it was pleasure or pain that shot me over the edge.
His breath tickled my neck as he pressed his face into my upper arm. “Mine,” he growled.
Suddenly, he shot off like a cannon, moving so quickly inside me that I didn’t have time to react before the bomb went off, before I was shoved over the edge. Fireworks burst before my eyes as wave after intense, potent wave of pleasure rocked me. My body shook, contracting around him. My pussy swallowed his cock, pulsating around him as he continued to pound into me at an unfathomable speed.
My entire body cried out as pleasure ripped through my muscles, kissed my nerves and sent adrenaline coursing through me. I bowed off the bed as my head fell back. My lungs didn’t seem to be working as I gasped for air around heated sensations tingling every pore, licking every part of me as I splintered into a thousand pieces.
My vision blurred as he grunted over me, accentuating every rough thrust. He milked my pleasure, capturing my nipple with his mouth, sending new waves of explosive eroticism through me.
I couldn’t think. I couldn’t see. My hearing was from afar as I was forced to feel. My climax had me soaring as harsh cries poured from my lips, as he continued to slide in and out of me, even as I felt a new heat sizzling my core.
My body continued to flutter around him, to embrace him, to shake from the erotic bliss overwhelming me. My nerves were shot; perspiration licked every pore. Pleasure singed every part of me even as I slowly regained my thoughts, even as I began to recover from the earthquake that shattered me.
He peppered me with kisses as his speed slowed to a lazy hump.
I watched his head bow as he kissed my shoulder, my arms, my neck, my chest and breasts. He moved down my body, his cock slipping from me as he trailed his lips along my rounded stomach, my wide hips and my thunder thighs. He kissed his way down to my socks where he stopped, lifting his head.
He lifted a single brow, an amused smile brightening his face. “Have these been on the whole time?”
I felt myself blush as I grinned down at him. “Um, yeah.”
“Hm,” was his only response.
He crawled back up over me, dropping a few more kisses at key points. His lips feathered my body, slowly cradling it as it continued to come back down from the heights he’d shot me to.
He kissed my lips. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you come.”
I averted my gaze, feeling more heat touch my cheeks. I chanced a glance at him, my breath hitching at the pure love reflected in his eyes. It caught me off guard, squeezing my heart, causing tears to well quickly.
He stared into me. “I’ve always loved your body. I’m sorry you doubted that.”
I couldn’t respond. I was too overwhelmed, too worried that the dam would break and I would ruin the moment by sobbing uncontrollably like the hormonal woman I was.
He chuckled, nipping the tip of my nose. “And now, this is all mine.” He slipped his arms around me, lifting me off the bed and against him.
I laughed. “Yes. I’m all yours.” I secured my arms around his neck, holding him to me.
God, what was it about this man, this werewolf, that melted me, that touched me, that pulled me into submission every time? I couldn’t fathom a more concentrated emotion surrounding one person. I couldn’t fathom a life without him. I’d been crazy to think I could walk away. I’d been stupid to let insecurity threaten what we had. I wasn’t a werewolf, I didn’t have the same faith as him, but I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that we were meant to be. Nature got it right, as I’d witnessed throughout the pack. She knew what she was doing when she paired someone.
Never ignore the pull. Ignore the insecurities that stop you from pursuing what you want. I couldn’t imagine going through life never knowing the depth of that single emotion: love.
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Chapter Eleven
BRYAN
My body was still tingling as I held her to me. She fit perfectly against me. Her soft caressed my hard; her curves complimented me. I couldn’t stop touching them. They were addictive.
My soul danced, my wolf pranced and my heart flew as I embraced her, embraced every way she affected me and my life.
She was so strong, so beautiful. She would forever keep me humble, yet equally showcase my strength. She was a ray of sunshine in my life, a spitfire that would always push my limits and test my control. But I knew, if I slipped, she would catch me, the same way I would always be there to catch her.
God and nature, Mother Earth, collaborated when they created werewolves. That’s what made it easy for me to believe they both brought her to me, and that they both were smiling upon us, even though I’d broken the sacred code of one.
It was all about choices, decisions. As an alpha, I was constantly deciding the fate of my pack, the pack’s business and its members. This was the one area that I didn’t have to ponder. I didn’t have to wonder if she was the right one; I had faith in God and Earth to give me the right woman. I instinctively knew she was perfect for me. I had a reaction to her, one that played on every level in every realm. And now, she was eternally mine… almost.
I pulled back, kissing her lips briefly before hopping off the bed. Her eyes sparkled with love as she sat up and watched me. I dug through the scraps of my jeans until I found what I was looking for. I pressed it deep into my palm, hiding it from her view.
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p; She cocked her head as I faced her.
I patted the edge of the bed. “Come here.”
She cocked her head, considering me for a minute. I didn’t push her. I instinctively knew she would comply. She scooted to the edge of the bed in front of me. She seemed thoroughly confused, yet happy enough. She was right where I wanted her.
I grabbed her left hand and dropped down on bended knee.
A smile split her face as tears wet her eyes.
I kissed the back of her hand. “I love you, Chel. I’ve claimed you as my mate, but that only works in the supernatural world. I want you forever and always in every world, so will you marry me?”
A single tear slipped down her cheek. “Yes.”
I quickly slipped the ring back on her finger, where it belonged. I pounced on her, knocking her backwards onto the bed as I caught most of my weight on my forearms.
She laughed hitting my chest playfully. “Hey! No rough housing with the delicate merchandise.”
“Hm. If you’re that delicate, I guess I’ll have to fuck you nice and slow every time.” I smirked.
She sobered. “I’m not delicate. I’m curvy and sturdy. You can play hard and fuck me hard.” She flushed on the last line. She was adorable.
I nuzzled her neck. “I like both of those. I don’t want to worry about bones shattering without cushion. I love your curves.” I nipped her shoulder beside her the flesh wound that marked her. “I can’t wait to watch your ass bounce against me as I fuck you hard and fast from behind.”
She shuddered, wrapping her hands around my biceps. Her nails dug into my skin, letting me know that she was picturing it. “I can’t wait either,” she breathlessly stated.
“Maybe we should save that one for our wedding night,” I teased, grazing my teeth along her jaw.
“Maybe we shouldn’t.” Her breathing grew heavier as her nipples pebbled against my chest.
“Hm. I think you’re right. Maybe we shouldn’t.” I smiled.
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Epilogue.
MICHELLE
I thoroughly stretched my muscles, over-extending my limbs like a cat waking from a nap. A smile split my face as I rolled over in bed, instinctively seeking him after only one night in bed together. I frowned the moment I came up empty.
Opening my eyes, I find my room quiet, empty, and immediately felt a hollow pit in my chest. Old insecurities threatened to mar last night’s perfection. Bryan had made love to me every way possible it seemed. Each time was better than the time before, each orgasm impossibly more intense than the last. Even now, I didn’t know if I’d be able to walk.
I heard clanking in the kitchen. Suddenly, my nose regarded the scent of bacon, eggs and toast wafting into the bedroom through the cracked door.
I bit my lower lip, my cheeks straining as a smile lifted them. I glanced down at my ring, feeling warmth fill the temporary hole in my heart. He hadn’t left me. Rather, he was taking care of me all over again.
I threw back the comforter, giggling quietly as I caught sight of my nakedness. I’d never slept naked before, but I had a feeling Bryan would make sure I did every night thereafter.
He was amazing. I was a little upset with myself for ever doubting him.
I tip-toed towards the kitchen. Before I even breached the end of the hall, he called, “Good morning, sexy.”
I laughed, dropping my pretense and walking normally towards the kitchen. There would be no surprising my alpha.
As I rounded the corner to the kitchen, my heartbeat picked up and my cheeks ached from smiling so hard. Bryan stood, naked in front of the stove, cooking for me.
He glanced at me over his shoulder, a sly grin on his face. “I like what you’re wearing.”
“But I’m not-” I stopped, catching his point.
He chuckled, his brows wagging as he made his way towards me. “Exactly.” He pressed his lips to mine, his hands cupping my face sweetly.
My pulse immediately picked up as I placed my palms flat on his muscular chest. I gently withdrew from his kiss, feeling my cheeks heat. I was happy. This was wedded bliss to me, even without the wedding part.
I stared at my hands pressed to his chest. A need niggled inside me.
I lifted my gaze to his face. His eyes penetrated me with his signature, intense stare. There were so many emotions swirling in his irises, many of which I knew he saw in mine. He’d met all of my emotional needs and most of my physical last night…except for one.
I felt myself flush as my lids fell to half-mast. “Will you do something for me, Bryan?”
His brows dipped inwards as he studied me, fear slipping into his expression. “Anything, sweetie.”
I couldn’t contain my smile at the thought alone. “Hug me.”
He breathed a heavy sigh of relief, a light chuckle expelling with it. He held his arms open wide for me. “Come here.” He beamed.
I easily slid into his arms, wrapping my own tightly around his waist. He squished me to him, enveloping me. Having my soft curves pressed to his rigid perfection felt amazing. He felt exquisite around me in this way. It was as if he was cocooning me, covering me, protecting me. I’d never felt more loved, more secure; and when both were present, insecurities had no space to slip in. I felt too much in his arms like this; I knew happiness too well in his arms like this. And where happiness ruled, insecurities drowned.
“I love you.” I pressed my lips to his chest.
“I love you too, sweetie.”
Smoothly, as if this was how we greeted each other every morning, he slipped a single arm over my shoulders and kept me glued to his side even as he moved us back to the stove. He hugged me, peppering me with random kisses as he continued to cook me breakfast, as he continued to prove every insecurity I ever had with him foundationless.
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CONTROLLED INSTINCTS
Christin Lovell
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CONTROLLED INSTINCTS
Copyright © 2013 by Christin M Lovell
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CONTROLLED INSTINCTS
For seven long months, plus size Anna has suffered through hour-long treadmill sessions to watch one man: Jayce. There’s something about the sexy gym owner that calls to her.
Harboring a past full of pain, can Anna learn to let go of her inhibitions?
Jayce has been battling his instincts for seven months, fighting to keep his distance from his curvaceous mate. He has his own reasons and reservations.
But you can only evade fate for so long.
Similar desires, similar fears.
Will they decide the risk is worth the potential reward when they come together?
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Controlled Instincts
Preface.
“I want you, Anna.” His voice was a husky growl in my ear; his breath sent tingles down my spine, the gentle vibrations tickling my clit.
He took a step back, turning me towards him as he circled around me. He crooked a finger beneath my chin, lifting my face until I was gazing straight into his amazing eyes, swirls of hazel, honey and chocolate. He stared right into me. “And I know you want me too.”
My breath hitched. I was certain my heart was going to give out.
I watched as his eyes darkened; a faint supernatural glow illuminated the striations of his irises. “Stop fighting it, Anna.”
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Chapter One
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JAYCE
Fighting my instinct to claim the plush beauty pounding her feet on the treadmill had been hell. She was her own brand of sexy. I would never run out of places to touch, to kiss and taste. I would never grow bored with her. How could I? She was my mate. Nature said she was my perfect match.
I knew she felt the pull, nature’s magical lure. There wasn’t a day that she entered the gym and didn’t look my way. And there wasn’t a minute with her present that I didn’t steal a peek at her. Her aromatic scent, with a sweet, yet spicy, edge, was like a hand around my cock, working me into a frenzy. I worked out to fight the sexual tension strumming through me.
I wanted to bend her over, caress her large backside and fuck her hard. I wanted to own her; I was dying to mark her. I wanted to claim her in every way I possibly could.
“Do a couple rounds on the bar, Dan.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, breathing through my anxiety. Damn. If she looked at him, I would lose it.
When he didn’t move, I flicked my attention towards him. We stood in the middle of the gym, in the perfect position to survey everyone’s activity. I jutted my chin towards the weight bench. “I need to know.”
He shrugged. “Alright. You’re the boss.”
“Take-” I huffed, fear shaking my usual confidence. I glanced her way. She was oblivious, for the moment. “Take your shirt off. I want a full on show.”
An upraised brow was his only reaction.
“Don’t make this any harder on me.”
He smirked, amusement lighting his eyes. “For your sake, I hope she doesn’t enjoy my sexiness.”
I cut my eyes at him. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
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