ALPHA DOMS BOX SET
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- Christin Lovell
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ALPHA DOMS
Controlled Curves (included)
Controlled Desires (included)
Controlled by the Alpha (included)
Controlled Passions (included)
Controlled Cravings (included)
Controlled Surrender (included)
Controlled Longings (included)
Controlled Instincts (included)
Two Times the Charm
Controlled by Two (included)
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CONTROLLED CURVES
Christin Lovell
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CONTROLLED CURVES
Copyright © 2012 by Christin M Lovell
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CONTROLLED CURVES
Suren is the only plus size werewolf in a world that surrounds her with sleek, athletic shifters. Her pack has accepted her fuller figure, but she’s painfully aware of the stark differences in their physiques, not to mention her lack of a mate.
Maryk scented Suren the moment he breached the town’s borders. He sought out the pack alpha and fought till the death to own the right to be with his mate. Less than twenty-four hours later, she was already defying his rule as the new pack alpha. With his wolf in a frenzy to claim her, the sexy Dom may just have to teach her a lesson at the same time.
Can Suren get over her insecurities and embrace what fate has gifted her? Perhaps, but it may require a little discipline…
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Controlled Curves
Chapter One
SUREN
Nudity wasn’t an issue with most werewolves. We’d all seen each other at some point prior to shifting. The cover of darkness, the shadow of the trees did little to protect us from prying eyes as we stripped and transformed. I’d come to accept this as a part of life…until our new alpha arrived on the scene.
He’d ordered the pack to do a sweep of our land, customary each morning and evening. While others disrobed and took off, I hung back, waiting for the dark, alluring figure to follow the others. Instead, he glared at me. His chocolate brown eyes narrowed to slits; his rose-colored lips were pursed tightly. He stood across the clearing, his buff arms folded across his chest; his chest rose and fell in rhythm above rock hard abs.
I stood, shaking lightly, with my arms wrapped around my midsection, trying to conceal my ample curves. I was the only werewolf I’d met with excess stuffing in her human body, yet none in her wolf form. My mother, before her death, was disheartened by the realization that I’d never fit in with the rest of the pack because of my fuller figure. Having grown up around the same wolves my entire life, I’d adjusted to them. They’d never made fun of me, yet, under the scrutiny of our new alpha, I feared he’d find something to say about me.
“I issued you an order,” he barked. His muscular legs were anchored shoulder-width apart; a pair of jeans covered his lower region.
It was his first day. He’d swept in, destroyed our prior alpha in one grueling fight to the death. No one else had questioned his motives, had worried over his reasons. This was tradition. It’s what happened regularly in packs around the world. There was something about this wolf though, a carnality that fed a deep, dark desire within me. I’d kept my distance in fear of that savage lust.
I bit my lip to keep it from quivering. His tone held authority. It was in my nature to submit to him, but I found myself staring rather than obeying.
He growled and stalked towards me. My wolf was yelling for me to run, to obey, but my body didn’t respond. As he drew closer, my heart began to sprint, taking off at a steady pace. It wasn’t until he was within my scent range that I stumbled backwards.
I widened my eyes soaking him in from head to toe as he ambled right for me. My limbs warmed and nipples hardened as my wolf roared from within. I moved my arms up, concealing my arousal. He’d smell it, but at least it wouldn’t be visible with my stiff peaks.
My back came into contact with a tree right as he closed in on me. There was nowhere left for me to run. I was trapped.
I closed my eyes, turning my head to the side. Each breath I took had his scent swarming through my lungs and my body surrendering to his intoxication. My pussy wept from his smell alone, the hereditary desire for my mate overruling all logic.
I felt his hand caress my cheek. He gently forced my face towards him. “Open your eyes.” His words were a soft command.
Hesitantly I opened my eyes to see his caramel colored skin up close; his alluring features that had my mouth watering as I fought the urge to lick him from head to toe, oddly wondering if he really would taste like caramel.
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Chapter Two
MARYK
I gazed down at my frightened mate. She was who’d drawn me here; she’d been the reason I fought for the alpha position. Two alphas weren’t allowed within a pack. When I turned eighteen, my father had sent me off to find a new pack to rule. It’d taken me five years to find her and one night to fight to own her. My placement in this pack gave me free right to her now.
I listened to the beat of her erratic heart. Her scent was much stronger to me as the alpha, but she was feeling it. She must have scented me by now and knew the truth of its call. She’d yet to officially surrender to me though; she’d yet to bow her head. She’d yet to respond to my command for her to follow the others. She was being a very bad girl and the alpha in me couldn’t wait to spank her for it.
I’d suffered nearly twenty-four hours in a perpetual state of arousal, my cock the hardest it’s ever been because of the little minx. I watched as her full chest rose and fell in rhythm. Her lush fullness had my hands fisted to avoid manhandling them. I wanted to run my hands over every ounce of her plump figure. I wanted to stuff my nose between her large breasts and my tongue deep within her pussy protected by the fullness of her thighs.
Her long blonde hair hung forward, framing her face. Her blue eyes gazed at me with a mixture of apprehension and desire. She’d pulled her full bottom lip between her teeth, the plump pink lip deepened to red where she was abusing it. Her jaw shook minimally. She was fighting to remain still, to stay where she was.
I leaned down towards her, hovering over her petite frame. “If you don’t listen to me now, I’m certainly not going to listen to your cries for me to stop later.” My words were meant to be menacing, to ignite a fire beneath her. I intended for her to know that I was planning to take her later, to claim what was mine before anyone else could.
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Chapter Three
SUREN
My pulse kicked up a notch at the rough undertone in his voice. I held back a moan at the thought of what was coming. Twenty years I’d lived in sexual purity as all female wolves were expected to until their mate came along. I’d been waiting twenty years for this day yet hadn’t realized how much I’d been craving it. I wasn’t aware of how much I would crave skin-to
-skin contact with him.
He towered over me, diminishing my five-feet, two inches further. I gazed up into his murky eyes. We were opposites in nearly every way physically. He was tall and tan with dark hair and strong features; his build rivaled an achieved athlete, his muscles cut sharp, exposing his regular exercise of them. I was short, my ivory skin pale in comparison to his. My blonde hair was awash in sun kissed streaks that added dimension and depth, but not the darkness of his. My eyes were a sky blue; bright sapphires that I knew were staring openly at an alpha when they weren’t supposed to.
A shiver ran down my spine when he unveiled the desire coursing through him. He bumped his erection against my upper stomach, the curvature of it meeting the heavy bottoms of my breasts. I whimpered as he removed my protective arms, his palms brushing across my sensitive nipples.
“What’s your name?” he asked, continuing his innocent assault and driving my body into a frenzy. He plucked my nipples.
“Suren.” My name was a mangled mewl; my wolf was beginning to bow her head. Was that really me?
“I’m Maryk, your alpha, your Dom, and your mate.” He nipped my neck; my body shuddered at the erotic scrape of his teeth against my hypersensitive flesh. “Now, don’t make me tell you again. Strip and scout.” His breath tickled my ears.
I warily stepped away from his talented grip. All my insecurities flooded to the surface, squashing the stimulated state I’d been in moments ago. He stood straight, watching my every move. I glanced at him and then back at the clearing before the woods. My pack mates were long gone, yet the one I was most nervous about seeing me was right in front of me.
I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to fidget. “You…you won’t make fun of me, will you?”
His features pinched, a growl emanating from him. “Who teased you?” He closed the distance between us before I could blink, his long, strong legs carrying him further and quicker than most.
“No one here,” I replied, averting my gaze.
A single finger tilted my chin up towards him. His expression unveiled his concern and… love? How could you love someone you’d only met a day ago? Perhaps it wasn’t love reflected there, but it was certainly admiration.
“Who teased you?” he pressed.
I felt my cheeks heat. It was embarrassing, particularly when my mate was a golden god of perfection. My wolf whimpered over the cowering memory. “A few members from a visiting pack.”
He considered me for a long minute. He must have seen something in me because he grabbed my hand and led me to the alpha’s domain, the largest cabin on our tucked away campgrounds.
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Chapter Four
MARYK
I ushered her towards the oversized master bedroom. The smell of her so near had my wolf pawing to the surface. It took most of my strength to not allow him to take over, for if he did, I would force her to surrender as I took her from behind at a swift, rough pace. It was the fear in her eyes, the uncertainty about my view of her that had tugged at my heart. She really thought I wasn’t attracted to her, that it was only my wolf or genetics.
I dragged the ottoman a few feet from the lofty, ornate mirror angled against the wall in the corner of the room. I sat down and pulled her between my legs. She fidgeted, unable to control her worry. My heart sank at the trepidation dragging down her brows.
“Come here.” I cupped her face and pressed my lips to hers.
She stiffened before she sighed into my touch. I nibbled her lips, caressing hers in gentle exploration with my own. I plunged my tongue between her pouty lips. The taste of her exploded in my mouth. I growled, my wolf leaping at the flavor of her. I drew my hands along her curves as I continued to kiss her into submission. I wanted there to be no doubt. When I asked her if she trusted me, I didn’t want there to be a moment of hesitation.
She whimpered as I ran my hands around to her round ass, her desire returning. I squeezed the robust curves of her rear; my cock bounced at the thought of pounding in and out of her tight pucker, the wide, rounded surface of her ass cheeks diminishing the size of my cock as it pummeled her.
My lips traveled along the line of her jaw and down the front of her neck. She leaned into my touch, her breath hitching as I lifted her into my arms by her ass and jammed her into the bite of my teeth. She groaned, her body fluttering around my assault. I loved how responsive she was to me. I hadn’t even stripped her yet and she was putty in my hands.
I lowered her back to the ground, enjoying the glazed look in her eyes. I waited until the fog cleared and she stared at me longingly. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” The single word answer was barely above a whisper, but she didn’t stall to give it.
“Then trust me.” I kissed her one last time, sweeping my tongue along hers.
I pulled back and spun her to face the mirror, her rear cradled against my crotch.
She froze as she caught sight of herself. Her lips were swollen and red from my aggressive capture of them for so long. She hesitantly met my gaze in the mirror, avoiding looking at herself.
“Trust me when I tell you you’re beautiful.”
I ran my hands along the hem of her shirt. Her muscles tensed as I lifted it up and over her wide hips. I kissed a trail along the exposed flesh above the waistline of her pants. She trembled, slowly beginning to relax into my reassurance. I resumed raising her shirt, continuing to kiss her soft skin higher and higher. When I reached her chest, she obediently stretched her arms up.
I drew the shirt over her extended arms and tossed it aside. “So beautiful.” My lips skimmed her shoulders. She quavered as my hands roved around her plush stomach, relishing the feel of lush softness beneath my palms.
I followed the natural curvature of her body over the extended roundness of her hips up to the smaller, tighter pull of her upper stomach and further up to the swell of her breasts, held snugly in a black lacy bra. Creamy flesh puffed out beyond the top of the lace, luring my fingers towards it.
I released her and unhooked her bra in the back, allowing the straps to fall away from her shoulders and down her arms. She gasped, turning into a statue in my arms. Fear marred her face as she averted her eyes to the wall.
“Look. Watch,” I commanded. Tears welled in her eyes as she met my gaze again in the mirror; her vulnerability brought out the protectiveness in me. “Do I look repulsed?” She swallowed, slowly shaking her head ‘no.’ “I’m not. I love your body, every beautiful inch of it.”
I cupped her breasts, flickering my fingers across her nipples. She exhaled, her chest pressing out into my embrace of its own accord. Her breathing became labored as I pinched the peaks, rolling them between my fingers. I loved the feel of her smooth flesh; I treasured the fullness of her body, every bend and curve of it.
I smelled her arousal finally blooming. “Touch your breasts.” I grabbed her hands and placed them over the full mounds. Pressing my hands over hers, I squeezed them, teaching her how to drive her own desire higher.
“Oh,” she moaned, her breath catching as a spark of pleasure strummed through her.
Leaving her to caress her breasts, I drew my hands down to her pants. I ran my fingers between her waist and the material. I unsnapped and unzipped her pants, enjoying the peak of black lace peeping out above the open zipper. I skimmed her skin, pushing my hand down beneath the lacy panties. I felt the soft curls framing her pussy. I dragged a finger over her plump lips before dipping it inside.
We both groaned as I came into contact with warm, wet heat between her folds. My cock throbbed, and my wolf roared. She pressed into my finger, her juices coating the digit.
I growled, squeezing her hip roughly as I pulled out. “Watch,” I ordered. I sucked my finger, covered in a layer of her sweetness, between my lips.
Her hands stopped moving over her breasts as she watched the act. Her eyes darkened, deepening to a dark ocean blue hue. The taste of her drove me insane; her honey had my wolf scratching on my chest. She was better than an
y decadent dessert I’d indulged in.
I stuffed my finger back down between her folds and lifted it to her lips. “Taste yourself.”
Her nipples tightened beyond what I thought possible at my words. She parted her lips and I slid my finger over her tongue. She rolled her tongue around my finger. My cock burned with an increasingly unbearable ache as I observed her erotically stroke my finger with her tongue.
My patience was wearing thin. I was losing my control. She drove me crazy. She had my muscles in a tight twist on the verge of spiraling into a shift with her innocent pleasure.
Unable to hold out any longer, I jerked her pants down; I wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her backwards into me, her feet flying off the floor so I could free the pants from around her feet and throw them across the room. I set her back down, absorbing the beauty of what was reflecting back at me in the mirror.
Her thick thighs protected the treasure at her apex. Blonde curls peaked through the lace of her black panties. My mouth salivated at the thought of tasting her pussy. I could already hear her screaming my name.
Goose pimples broke out over her pale flesh. Her breasts were swollen, her nipples crying for attention as her chest heaved with her breaths.
I ran the tips of my fingers from her polished red toes all the way up and over her thighs to the center of her body. In one quick lithe move, I shredded her panties, leaving her naked before the mirror.
“Beautiful,” I declared.
She quivered as I nipped her hip, my hands caressing her abundant curves. She was different. She was a curvy temptress in a crowd of rail-thin twigs. I wanted to eat her up, every square inch of her, every ounce of lushness on her.
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Chapter Five
SUREN
Maryk worshipped my body. His unabashed caresses batted away my insecurities, driving them into a dim corner somewhere. He had no qualms with my excess stuffing. Desire, pure, dominant desire, was visible in his eyes.
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