Controlled Cravings

CONTROLLED CRAVINGS
Christin
Lovell

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Copyright
©
2012 by
Christin
M Lovell

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This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogues are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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ALPHA DOMS

Controlled Curves
Controlled Desires
Controlled by the Alpha
Controlled Passions
Controlled Cravings

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CONTROLLED CRAVINGS

Chapter 1

CALLIE

As I pulled into the short driveway on my side of the duplex I rented, I immediately spotted Evan in the front yard
,
on his side of the duplex
,
conversing with his pack beta, Mark. Just at the sight of the hunky alpha,
my insides warmed. Eva
n was the epitome of what all my romance novels described for a man: tall, dark and handsome.

I’d always gotten the impression that he was a combination of Middle Eastern and Hispanic. His features had an exotic edge, a rare combination. His eyes were almond shaped pools of chocolate I wanted to roll around in.
H
is complexion
was a dark olive-
tan
color that reminded me of slightly burnt caramel. His lips were full with a sexy pout to them; just looking at them, I knew he was a great kisser. Add in his constant five-o-clock
shadow, his exquisite body and mysterious demeanor and it was no wonder women fell at his feet.

I wasn’t one of those women though. I was infinitely attracted to the hunk, but I knew my limits. I saw the women who stopped by the office with baked dishes and treats to try to woo the man. I was nowhere close to being in his league.

Nope. I was
a plus size human female in the world of the supernatural were. Dr. Solomon and myself were the only humans in the entire werewolf community in the small town of
Sanduske
. I worked as the pack’s bookkeeper and the alpha’s
secretary, though to
humans
he was the CEO of
Brusco
Enterprises, a worldwide manufacturing company
, which made me his executive assistant
.

Both men smiled and waved at me as I parked the car. I gave them a smile and waved back as I slid out of the vehicle as gracefully as possible in my skirt.

I was an overly curvaceous woman, but it didn’t mean I had to hide beneath oversized rags. When you’d been overweight your entire life, at some point you were bound to begin accepting your fate. That happened about three years ago for me when I graduated from college and dumped the most unsupportive, shallow boyfriend in the world. Ever since then, I’d dressed to accentuate, rather than hide my curves.

Today I wore a high-waist, black
pencil skirt that skimmed
my knees. I tucked in a black camisole with a sheer
,
long-sleeved navy button up shirt over top of that, again tucked into the skirt to show off my excess sexiness. That’s what I’d come to refer
to
it as. It wasn’t going anywhere. Lord knew I
’d
tried to diet it away, but it never lasted. I always bounced right back to my twenty-something size. So, I embraced it. Maybe not all men liked full-figured women, but one day, I’d meet the man who did, and I was confident that it would be my attractive attire that first drew his eye to me.

My glossy black kitten heels clacked with power against the concrete as I ambled to the trunk. I
was just reaching to grab my grocery bags with Evan’s voice rung out across the lawn.

“Do you need any help?”

I turned around and shook my head negatively. “I’ve got it, thanks.”

His eyes seemed to turn molten as he stared at me, eliciting an involuntary shiver from me. Nothing was tense; no signs showed that
he was being affected by me the same way I was being affected by
him. It was my curse. I always fell for the guy who wanted nothing to do with a woman like me.

I swallowed hard, shaking myself mentally. I gave him a small, courteous smile and then focused on getting inside and away from my humiliation as quickly as possible. I grabbed the two plastic grocery bags and my purse
, closed the trunk
and scurried towards the door, anxious to relax.

I never relaxed around Evan. My body was too aware of him. I wanted him too bad. And fighting it was growing more and more exhausting by the day. Living next door to an alpha with supernatural hearing meant I couldn’t talk about it on the phone with a friend or even use my vibrator for much needed release.

Chapter 2

EVAN

I felt the telltale pull in my groin as I watched Callie shuffle towards her front door. Her f
ull hips swayed, her long dark brown hair bounced against her back with each stride; each step tugged equally at my heart and my cock. My wolf growled low, a flare of warning in his rumble. He was tired of waiting, but, luckily, as an alpha, I’d been forced to have more control than the others. It was why I hadn’t jumped the plus size vixen yet; it was what kept me somewhat sane working with her right outside my office door every day and sleeping one wall away from her every night.

Even after she disappeared behind her front door, I could easily recall her mentally. She was a small, petite frame of
luscious
curves that never failed to rouse my cock. Her hips were wide, the anchor of femininity on her. Her thick thighs were the protectors of her jewel. There wasn’t a point that they ever didn’t touch, and that only drove my desire to finally spread them apart and have my way with her. I wanted to kiss the soft flesh of her round stomach and caress her ample cleavage. My hands and lips would never want with her. There was so much of her for me to love, and I wanted to love every inch of her. I wanted her cherry lips around my cock; I wanted to watch my dark skin slide against her creamy
skin. I wanted her deep blue eyes to
watch
as the
purple head of my cock disappear
ed
-

“Evan!” Mark bit out my name.

My head snapped to him, my senses of full alert.

“Shit, man. You couldn’t be any more obvious,” he stated.

I cros
sed my arms over my chest as I gl
ared
at him
. I felt my t-shirt stretch across my upper body.

He threw his hands up. “I’m just
sayin
’. You’re not exactly keeping your little crush under raps. Anyone with a pair of eyes could see that you want to bang her.”

“It doesn’t matter what I want.” My wolf roared, scratching at my insides
, throwing a tantrum
like a pissed off child not getting his way.

Mark’s eyes widened slightly as he cocked his head. “Holy shit! She’s your mate, isn’t she?”

I wanted to slap the crap out of him. I wanted to shift and shred him… after I claimed my mate. Damn it! He was right. Fuck! I’d been denying it for so long. I sighed. “She’s human.”

“I wouldn’t care if she was
a
fucking golden retriever. If she’s your mate, there’s no getting past it. You’re always going to want her.” The son of a bitch actually got in my face
. “
Y
ou’re always going to crave her.”
His voice was low and menacing.
His eyes danced with amusement and warning; there was clearly a warning in his gaze.

I shoved him back. “I’ll survive.”

He laughed a humorless laugh as he took a step back. “You don’t want to just survive, man. Trust me. You want to have your cake and eat it too.”

Yeah, I did want that, but what I wanted and what was good for the pack were two totally different things. Callie couldn’t handle me, and frankly, I would never be able to hold back when it came to her. Once my beast was unleashed, I wouldn’t be able to control how rough he was, how aggressive he was. I respected Callie too much to subject her to that.

“I’m done with this conversation,” I
barked
.

My wolf head-butted my lungs. Ever since Callie walked into
Brusco
Enterprises to apply for a job, my wolf and I
had been
at odds with each other, in a constant battle for supremacy. I was strong-willed, thankfully, and had won out
,
up until this point. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t fear what
would happen
when my control broke, when my determination finally snapped.

Mark smiled wide, a big shit-eating grin. He glanced back at Callie’s house. “I have always been attracted to the curvy minx. If you aren’t going to act on your attraction to her, then I might as well. After all, it’s not fair to leave her high and dry with no orgasms.”

My wolf pushed to the surface, growling loud and menacingly at our beta. I knew my eyes were glowing as my body shook, my muscles already beginning to buckle beneath the
pressure
to shift. “Don’t you dare touch her.
”
The threatening words were delivered through my gritted teeth.

My limbs trembled even as I clamped down on every muscle, every joint trying to stiffen my body and hold back the change. Just the thought of another man touching my mate damn near destroyed me.

“I’ve just pr
oven my point I believe.” Mark
met my gaze with a different challenge. “If you care about her at all, then you’ll either claim her or let her go entirely. It’s not fair for her
to live the rest of her life alone because you refuse to step up and be the alpha in your personal life.” He abruptly stormed away, leaving me seething in the lawn with his spoken truth.

Damn it! I knew he was right. Fuck! I wanted her. Damn did I want her, but I cared about her enough to protect her from
me and my wolf
. I cared about her enough to stay away. I didn’t want to hurt her. But if my keeping away left her vulnerable to another man’s touch, or worse, another man inflicting pain upon her, whether physical or emotional, then I guess I had no other choice. I was going to have to finally come face to face with my intense craving for my plus size mate.

Chapter 3

CALLIE

Every waking minute, my body was becoming more and more tense.
All evening, i
f I closed my eyes, I immediately saw Evan’s chocolate eyes boring into me. Worse, they were staring at me as his muscled frame m
oved over me, as his cock slid
in and out of me unleashing unfathomable pleasure upon my body.

“Fuck!” I slung the romance book I was reading across the room.

It’d been too long. My need was too high. I needed release. I needed this heavy, torturous longing to be shattered. Damn it, I needed sex! Not a sloppy booty call, but earth blasting, pleasure condensing, l
imbs-quivering-as-my-body-erupts
sex.

I squeezed my thighs together trying to dull the urge to whip out my vibrator and say to hell with who knew about it.
I pinched my erect nipples and harshly groped my heavy breasts.

I grunted when neither worked to stifle my need.

Damn. I’d never been so on edge. I’d never been so wrung with sexual hunger. I’d never wanted to attack a male so much.

My pussy pulsed with desire. My heart thundered in my chest beneath my swollen breasts. My breathing became louder as I struggled to hold onto the last bit of sanity I had. They would hear me.
Maybe not all the pack members, but certainly Evan.

Shit. Could I really face him at work every day knowing that he’d heard me?

When a clear resounding ‘yes’ sprung to the forefront of my mind, I knew I was too
far gone
. I knew my hormones had officially taken over and kicked my insecurities to the curb, squashed my self-preservation and thrust my inner vixen to the surface.

“Fuck it!” I muttered, sliding off the bed.

It was nighttime. Maybe I
’d get
lucky and he was in bed
,
asleep already. I quickly looked at the clock on my nightstand. 9:46 PM.

My body shook, reminding me of my intense need. Screw it. If he was awake, he was awake. It’d been too long. I’d suffered alone for far too long.

I chucked my clothes
on the floor
and grabbed
my cordless vibrator from the
nightstand drawer.
It’d been ages since I used it. I prayed to every god I could think of that it still worked.

I lay back on the bed, my head resting on the pillows, my body clenching
with anticipation
as the cool air wafted over me, awakening every inch of me. I bent my knees and spread my legs.
The frigid air against the heat of my pussy sent shivers through me; such a stark contrast.