Authors: Christin Lovell
Theirs (24 page)
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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.
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You leaving, Sara?” Dr. Rahmad asked as he stepped into the front office area of the practice.
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Yes, sir.”
He smiled pleasantly, his peppered grey beard feathering outwards. “Have a good holiday.”
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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.
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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.
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See you Monday.” I waved and headed for the door.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Christin Lovell was born and raised in Charleston, SC, but now lives in the hottest place on earth: Orlando, FL. She has three beautiful children who keep her running non-stop, but would love to adopt a few more. When she’s not juggling life and kids, you'll find her huddled away somewhere writing her next book or happily reading someone else's. Like most authors she’s come across, she’s a coffee addict, owns far too many books than she can fit on her shelves, and she goes to work in her pajamas a lot.
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