Alpha Doms Box Set: 9 Delicious Stories + 10 Sexy Heroes = 19 Reasons to Indulge

by Christin Lovell

  Last night caught me off guard. He pushed me out of my comfort zone, yet proved that he was there with me every second. He shot my sex life into the stratosphere of un-rocking-believable. I didn’t know if I could handle back-to-back orgasms like that all the time. Prior to last night, I’d thought multiple O’s only existed in erotic novels… Of course I also thought that werewolves didn’t exist. It was amazing how life worked, how events aligned themselves.

  I swept my tongue along Bren’s lips, savoring the taste of him as I raked my nails along his muscled chest. I felt so secure, so loved in his arms. Oddly, I always had, but I didn’t acknowledge it until now.

  I squealed when he lifted me onto the counter. I heard the coffee cups being pushed aside before my panties shredded.

  I jerked away from him, frowning. “Do you know how much those cost?”

  “I’ll buy you another pair.” He smiled wide.

  “You keep up this rate and you’ll owe me a whole new wardrobe before next week.”

  “Or you could just save me the trouble and walk around naked.” He winked.

  I opened my mouth to respond, but gasped as he ripped my tank top and rolled my nipples between his fingers. His cock probed the entrance to my quickly heating core. “Not fair,” I groaned as pleasure shot through me, causing every nerve ending to pay attention to him.

  He met my gaze. “Trust me?”

  “I trust you.” He thrust into me, his cock stretching my sore pussy. Sweet sensations chased away my aches as he moved inside me. “I love you.” He kissed my lips and tweaked my breasts.

  I shuddered beneath his touch. “I love you too.”

  “Mine,” he stated as he plunged into me. Pleasure whipped me as he slid his cock along my sensitive inner flesh.

  “Yours,” I moaned, leaning my head back against the cabinet, already lost in him again.

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  CONTROLLED CRAVINGS

  Christin Lovell

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  CONTROLLED CRAVINGS

  Copyright © 2012 by Christin M Lovell

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  CONTROLLED CRAVINGS

  Callie has been working for Brusco Enterprises for two years, slowly falling in love with her boss, with the sexy, out-of-her-league alpha of the Sanduske werewolf pack. When her physical needs peak after lusting for so long, the tables abruptly turn.

  Evan has been suffering in silence for two years, working with and living next door to his curvaceous human mate. He’d been fighting to do the noble thing and give her a choice, but when he uncovers the depth of Callie’s need, everything changes.

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  Controlled Cravings

  Chapter One

  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. Evan 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. His 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.

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  Chapter Two

  EVAN

  I felt the telltale pull in my groin as I watched Callie shuffle towards her front door. Her full 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 c
leavage. 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 disappeared-

  “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 crossed my arms over my chest as I glared 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. “You’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 proven 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.

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  Chapter Three

  CALLIE

  Every waking minute, my body was becoming more and more tense. All evening, if I closed my eyes, I immediately saw Evan’s chocolate eyes boring into me. Worse, they were staring at me as his muscled frame moved 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, limbs-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.

  I nearly broke into a chorus of hallelujahs went my toy rumbled to life. I wasted no time sliding it down the center of my folds, moaning as my nerve endings were rattled with pleasure. Sweet delicious erotic tension built quickly as I moved the hard vibrator against my soft, humble flesh. Every time it skimmed my longing clit, shockwaves of pleasure shot from my core.

  I threw my head back against the pillows, unable to contain my verbal reactions to the exquisite tingles from the toy. I shamelessly writhed against it, nearly bursting with joy as I climbed that erotic peak to a climax I’d been craving, been hungering for for so long.

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  Chapter Four

  EVAN

  Holy shit! Before I could even stop myself, before I could come to my senses, my wolf took the reigns. When I finally regained control, I found myself standing inside Callie’s kitchen, listening to the most intimate erotic cries coming from her. I smelled her, and her scent was overwhelming. Fuck. It seeped into my lungs, it swarmed me, ignited my drive in a way it never had before. It was far more potent. The stronger her cries became, the closer I found my cock to exploding and my wolf from erupting again.

  Finally succumbing to instinct, I stormed to her bedroom. My heart rate tripled at the glorious sight before me; my body came alive with an irrational drive I could no longer deny.

  All of Callie’s curves were on display, and damn they were beautiful. She was beautiful. Her hair fanned out over her white pillow; her creamy skin looked delectable atop her chocolate brown comforter. Her breasts were round mounds with tight peaks that had my mouth watering. I
t wasn’t the details that had me struggling to catch my breath though; it was the full picture.

  Callie’s luscious figure was thrashing against the bed, her head was tossed back, her lips formed the perfect ‘O’ as she let out another cry. What had me damn near coming all over myself was her sweet pussy on full display. I watched as her perfectly manicured hand maneuvered the vibrator expertly against her clit.

  When her other hand slid up and grabbed her breast, rolling her nipple between her fingers, I lost control. I was gone, and Callie was going to be mine whether she wanted to be or not.

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  Chapter Five

  CALLIE

  My entire body was a ball of tension, of erotically built longing. The pulsing waves of the vibrator against my sensitive flesh sent me soaring. I’d never been thrust this close to climax so quickly. My muscles were clinched so hard I thought they were going to cramp; my womb was wound so taut I was certain I’d lose my ability to ovulate.

  Liquid heat flooded my inner channel as my body prepared to be thrown over the edge into ecstasy.

  I lifted my hips off the bed, leaning into the delightful pleasure stemming from my toy, trying to get closer, craving more and more but feeling like it wasn’t enough yet knowing that it was.

  I screeched as my toy was abruptly jerked from my hand and thrown across the room. Before I could react, he was sucking my clit, plunging his tongue deep within my pussy and pushing me over the edge. His arms snaked around my hips and held me down as fireworks burst from within me.

  My body shook and my vision blurred as pleasure blasted through me. Every hair stood on end. My flesh lit up, every pore was zapped with awareness, with electrically charged erotic awareness that was heightened by waves of pleasure crashing over me. I could barely breathe as he continued to demand more and more from my pussy with his talented mouth, as his every lick, every suckle commanded my body to respond with more, forcing my orgasm to seem never ending.