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My wolf howled at the height of my pleasure
before I bit down on the ligament between her neck and shoulder,
officially claiming her as my own; officially surrendering to the
fact that I fell in love with my mate before I bit her.

—

Chapter Eleven

SUREN

I was on the brink of losing consciousness,
the pleasure wracking my body more intense than I imagined possible
to survive through. Maryk’s lips seared my skin where he bit me
moments ago. His hands lovingly skimmed my plush curves, still
tingling from my release, as he pulled out of me. I immediately
felt empty, like a part of me was missing.

He lay down on the bed and tucked me into
his arms. He kissed my lips, soothing my jumbled body with this one
move. His lips assured me that he wasn’t going anywhere.

I spread my hand over his chest, loving the
feel of his strength beneath my palm the way I’d known it as he
surged in and out of my pussy, dominating my pleasure.

He broke away, running his fingers through
my hair. His eyes glittered as he took me in. “You’re so beautiful,
and all mine,” he marveled.

I felt my cheeks heat as I gave him a small
smile. Yes, indeed, with him, I really was beautiful. Perhaps fate
did know what it was doing when it mated me with him. Or perhaps I
loved him enough already to believe him.

—

*****

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CONTROLLED
DESIRES
Christin Lovell

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CONTROLLED DESIRES

Copyright © 2012 by Christin M Lovell

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CONTROLLED DESIRES

As a plus size woman in a
world where size matters, Sara didn’t think she would find someone
to love her full frame… 
Until her new landlord stopped
by. 
Desi scented his mate for over a week
before he went to her. It was unusual for a wolf to be mated to a
human. But with one look at nature’s chosen one for him, he was in
love. 
If his mate won’t let go of her
inhibitions though, this alpha will have to take control. Not that
he minds...

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CONTROLLED DESIRES

Chapter One

SARA

It’d been a long week at work, despite
working only three days due to the Thanksgiving holiday. I gathered
my purse, threw on my jacket, scarf and gloves and shut down the
computer at my workstation in the same minute.

“
You leaving, Sara?” Dr.
Rahmad asked as he stepped into the front office area of the
practice.

“
Yes, sir.”

He smiled pleasantly, his peppered grey
beard feathering outwards. “Have a good holiday.”

“
Don’t stay too late. Your
wife wants you home before her parents arrive,” I said, reminding
the work-a-holic doctor of his priorities.

“
Good call. Thank you.” He
froze, folder in hand, as if to consider what case files he could
try to squeeze in before he needed to leave.

“
See you Monday.” I waved
and headed for the door.

“
Bye.” He carelessly tossed
the word over his shoulder, his mind deep in another layer of work
already.

I tossed my purse onto the passenger seat of
my car as I slid into the driver’s spot; I immediately started the
engine and blasted the heat. It was only November, but we’d had
below average temperatures for this time of year. I waited for my
windshield to defrost and my body to stop shaking before I took the
wheel.

It was already after 4 p.m. when I pulled
out of the parking lot. Traffic was nearly non-existent since most
businesses closed early the day before a holiday. I would have left
with the rest of the office staff at noon when we closed, but
decided to finish scanning all of the old records into our new
electronic filing system.

As I headed home, I looked forward to
snuggling in front of the fire with an erotic romance and a hearty
bowl of the chili I had cooking in the crockpot all day. I’d
promised to forget about the rest of the boxes cluttering every
corner of my new apartment, opting to unwind rather than unpack
this evening.

—

Chapter Two

DESI

It’d been a week since I first scented her.
It’d been a week of torture with a wolf that refused to stop
growling and a cock that wouldn’t go down. The urge to break into
her apartment and demand her surrender as my dick drove in and out
of her tight pussy was unbearable. I’d barely maintained control of
myself, let alone the entire pack. They didn’t think I had noticed
their avoidance of me or the skittishness of my beta, Mark. They
read their alpha well; I was grouchy, in a perpetual state of
horniness, only minimally out ranking my wolf. I’d avoided shifting
all week in fear of my wolf seeking her out against my will. And
once it found her, I had no hope of stopping it from taking her…
with or without her consent.

“
Why don’t you introduce
yourself?” Mark asked, stepping into my living room. He plopped
down on the loveseat. He tried to act casual, but his body language
revealed his uneasiness. “You own her building after all,” he
added, averting his eyes when I continued to glare at
him.

“
I can’t be nice right
now.” The words were delivered through gritted teeth; the deep pull
in my groin ached just at the mention of her.

He took a deep breath, running his hand
through his sandy blonde hair; his honey eyes seemed to widen
marginally, enough to clue me in on his concern.

I sat up, setting my beer on the coffee
table. I slid along the cold leather of the sofa, willing the
frigid fabric to affect my dick. No such luck.

I leaned my elbows on my knees and bent
closer to my beta. Mark’s gaze met mine, knowing it was going to be
important if his alpha lifted off the couch for the first time
today other than to get another beer. “I’ve jerked off ten times in
the last two days, and not once has my cock laid limp afterwards.
There’s a constant fire in my balls that only she can put out. If
that wasn’t bad enough, my wolf is damn near shredding my insides
trying to claw its way out so he can run and claim her. It’s been
hell trying to rein him in when our mate is less than a block away,
a dessert teasing us with her delicious scent all day and night.
You compound those on top of dealing with maintenance issues for
all our investment buildings, accounting questions, pack concerns
and every other fucking load of crap anyone wants to drop on my
door step and you can see why I can’t be a nice person right
now.”

I snatched the beer off the coffee table and
chugged the rest of what was in the bottle. I wished I could drown
my wolf, stop the incessant clawing between mewls that mimicked a
damn pussy; he was trying everything he could, hell bent on
breaking me down and forcing my body to surrender to the
change.

Mark watched me closely, considering me. He
was a man who usually thought before he spoke, so this was nothing
new. Abruptly he stood. “Eventually you’re going to cave. Either
you get close to her now while you’re still thinking somewhat
coherently, or you get close to her as a wild beast who, regardless
of whether you claim her or not, will certainly chase her off.”

With his blunt blow to my gut delivered,
Mark left.

I scrubbed my face. I knew
he was right.
Damn it.
Why did fate have to mate me with a human? If it were another
werewolf, I would have claimed her already. I would have thrown her
on her stomach and demanded her surrender as I pounded into her
sweet pussy the moment I smelled her as mine. As a human, I had to
worry about my speed, my force and my strength with her. As a
human, I had to take care to not break any of her tiny bones as I
thrashed my burly body against hers. I was fucked if she had an
underweight model’s frame.

Shit.
I couldn’t take it any longer. I had to know. I had to at
least see who the stars had matched me with.

—

Chapter Three

SARA

The second I walked through my front door, I
tossed my heels aside and began stripping. I sought my favorite
winter pajamas, an odd combination of plaid, flannel short shorts,
a long sleeve, worn grey t-shirt, knee high black socks and an
extra-long crocheted scarf that my mother had knitted me the year
she passed away. There was comfort and familiarity in these items
that warmed me to my soul.

I flicked the switch to turn on the gas
fireplace. Picking up my work clothes, I stuffed them into the
hamper in my closet before heading to the kitchen. The smell of
homemade chili, my grandma’s special recipe, wafted through the
small apartment. I entered the galley kitchen and immediately
located a bowl and a spoon. I ladled a hearty scoop into the
serving dish and switched the crockpot to ‘Warm.’

I set the steaming bowl on the coffee table
in front of the lone sofa in the living room. I moved to the
bookshelves, flanking either side of my shabby couch, in search of
a good book to spend my evening lost in.

The flames flickered in the hearth, offering
just enough light to make out the book titles along the well-used
spines. I ran my fingers over the worn covers; the smell of old
paper mixed with the chili, the ultimate in warm-heartedness and
luxury.

I finally settled on a book I hadn’t read in
a while. The cover featured a sexy, strong dominant male with a
wolf howling in the background. It was a paranormal erotic romance,
and a favorite of mine since it featured a curvy heroine like
myself. I’d just sat down and opened the book when there was a
knock on the door.

I glanced at the clock. It was nearly 5:30
p.m. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and didn’t think any deliveries
would be made at this time, though I wasn’t anticipating any. I
frowned. Standing, I turned the book on its belly and laid it on
the coffee table beside my cooling bowl of chili.

At the door, I stood on my
tiptoes, barely meeting the height requirements to see through the
peephole. All I could make out though was a tall, broad-shouldered
male clad in a black leather jacket; he was facing away from the
door.
Maybe he’s lost. The numbers are a
little out of order in the building.

I opened the door just enough for him to see
one half of me. He spun on his feet. I gasped, unable to hold back
my startle, as big brown eyes looked their fill of me. His nostrils
flared, his teeth ground behind rose-colored lips as his hands
fisted at his sides. Dark hair contrasted beautifully against his
tan skin and his mouth-watering, muscled frame dwarfed me by nearly
a foot. I couldn’t stop my body from reacting in delight rather
than fear. My nipples hardened and my pussy clenched. Rather than
close the door and seek safety, I found myself leaning heavily
against the doorframe; I found myself leaning closer to the
snarling, sexy beast before me.

—

Chapter Four

DESI

Damn she was beautiful! My cock strained
against my black jeans as I stared at her full figure. I could only
see half of her, but the half I saw had my wolf wagging his tagging
and flopping his tongue. Hazel eyes met my gaze with thick lashes
framing them. Her hair was a silky black and flowed down past the
bottom of her shoulder blades. The combination of her hair, eyes
and soft ivory skin was unusual and gave her an exotic appearance.
Her lips were plump and pouty, though her top lip was slightly
fuller than her bottom lip. I couldn’t help but picture her lips
around the head of my cock as she sucked it.

Her curves were ample and had my hands
fisting to avoid grabbing at them. Full breasts stretched the
material of the well-warn shirt tightly, giving me a perfect view
of her erect nipples. Voluptuous curves flared out from her
breasts; her soft, puffy stomach blended into wide hips I could
already picture myself gripping as I fucked her from behind. The
wide ‘V’ her thick thighs created as they brushed together at her
apex had pre-come dripping from my cock. I wanted her robust thighs
wrapped around my waist as I thrust into her.

After surveying me the same way I did her,
she seemed to pull herself together. She shook her head, her brows
pulling down as she faced me. She gave me a polite smile. “Can I
help you?” Her voice was soft, a lull that had my wolf rolling
over, begging to have his stomach rubbed. That was not like my
dominant wolf to give up control. Lying on the back was a
submissive position.