I lifted her into my arms and slid the comforter down. I was hot blooded by nature, but it was already October, which meant cold nights. Humans were more susceptible to the climate changes.
I laid her down on the bed and pulled the blanket up to her shoulders before climbing in beside her. I cradled her to me.
My heart swelled as I watched her. She looked peaceful and beautiful. Her lips were still swollen from my caress; her hair was a mess around her head. Her skin was radiant and smooth.
I skimmed my fingers over her bite wound; even in sleep she flinched. I felt like beating my wolf for that one. He must have sensed my anger because he kept quiet.
I sighed. At least it was over. She was all mine, all ours. From here on out, I’d make sure that she was always happy and never longed for anything.
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Chapter Eleven
CALLIE
I rolled over, stretching as I moved. My entire body was sore in a delicious way. That’s when it all came pouring back to me. I opened my eyes and looked around my room. I sat up, taking the comforter with me.
Panic was the first thing that niggled deep in my chest. Embarrassment cut through the sharp edges of my fear. Had he really walked in on me masturbating? Ugh. I covered my face with my hands. I would never live that one down. Thank God I was his mate. I think I would have died of mortification otherwise.
I felt a smile spread across my face. I was his mate. He was mine. I was his. I was mated to a freaking werewolf! An alpha werewolf! An alpha who was hot and sexy and nice and… He was everything I could have wanted in a man. He was strong, a take charge kind of guy. He didn’t shy away from responsibility. He treated me with respect. God, the way he suffered over these past two years for me was the ultimate show of love. He loved me enough to give me a choice. He fought his instincts; he fought himself until I gave him a clear answer. Then, even after I gave him permission and his wolf bit me, he felt bad for the pain he inflicted. He was so selfless. The depths of his compassion never ceased to amaze me.
I’d seen so much over the past two years working for him, living amongst the pack. I’d watched Evan accomplish some pretty amazing things. He built Brusco Enterprises to the empire it was today, all while never neglecting his employees, family or pack members.
Damn. I must have done something right for him to want me, for nature to pair us together.
Flashes of last night flew through my mind. A chill ran down my spine as I recalled the way he touched me, the way he drove into me, the mind-blowing orgasms he gave me. He was amazing.
I slipped from beneath the covers and threw on a pair of flannel pajama pants, a sports bra and a long-sleeved, v-neck shirt. I grabbed a hair scrunchie off my dresser and threw my hair into a messy knot atop my head. I was damn near giddy, the memories invigorating me as I opened the door.
My heart skipped a beat as I rounded the corner. I felt like my cheeks were going to burst as I saw Evan’s backside. He was naked, but wore the apron my grandmother has handmade me. It was covered with pastel cupcakes and ruffles. He looked so darn cute in it. His dark skin and tight ass were perfectly framed by the bow he’d tied in the back.
“Very cute.” I giggled.
He winked, giving me a charming smile. “Took you long enough to say something.”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot, you can hear everything.”
He stopped stirring the eggs on the stove, but kept the spatula in hand as he turned towards me. “I don’t know about everything, but I can hear the important things, like a vibrator and my sexy aroused mate.”
I felt my cheeks heat. I knew I wasn’t going to live that one down. “Excuse me for finally bursting after three years of celibacy from everyone and everything. Plus, it was your fault.”
He laughed. “My fault?”
“Yes. You looked so damn sexy yesterday. That’s what pushed me over the edge; I was thinking about you.” I crossed my arms.
He chuckled, tossing the spatula aside before he closed the gap between us. “Good answer, baby. I better never catch you thinking about another man like that. I’m a bit possessive of what’s mine.” He gently nipped my neck.
My entire body warmed immediately. I felt the tightening in my womb.
He cupped my face. “If I didn’t know how sore you were, I would take you right now.”
I couldn’t help but smile. Knowing that he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him reassured me, it made me feel like I’d finally found my equal. We were perfectly in balance with each other. “I think I could handle a round.”
His eyes narrowed as he studied me closely. “Don’t tease me.” A small growl escaped him.
“Never.” I ran a single digit down the front of the apron, across the plains of his hard muscles.
He lifted me into his arms and captured my lips. I felt the hard length of his cock pressed against my center. His kiss was passionate; it was feisty and full of flavor. I heard something crash against the floor before he laid me down on the breakfast table.
My hands frantically jerked the apron over his head, letting it fall to the floor at his feet. I looked at him, took in the beauty of him, all sharp angles of masculinity and muscle. His wolf roared to life, showing himself through his glowing eyes before Evan took over again.
He tugged my pants off and nearly ripped my shirt and bra off. He pulled me to him, his hands grabbing my hips as his lips came down on mine again. Sensations worked through me. My nerve endings jumped to life; my body was primed with anticipation.
His lips traveled along my jaw and down my neck. The second he reached my shoulder where he bit me last night, he thrust his cock all the way to the hilt, sending bolts of pleasure through me. I clung to him. I kissed his chest as I scraped my nails along his back. I didn’t feel like I could ever get enough of him. I didn’t feel like I could ever be close enough to him.
He’d just found a rapid rhythm that had me on the edge, teetering between conscious and unconscious feeling. My pulse was quick as he surrounded me. I smelled him, tasted him, and heard his tiny grunts and growls that elicited further excitement within me. I felt him stretching my inner channel, felt his hands all over my curves, even the ones I hadn’t always loved. I cried out as he hit places I didn’t know existed, places within me that sucked my sensible thoughts away and replaced them with concentrated rifts of pleasure; mind-blowing, energy surging pleasure that left me dumbfounded. I felt like I was on a rollercoaster without a harness, holding on to him for dear life as adrenaline rushed through me.
I was so close; my body was coiled so tight I felt like I was going to explode. My muscles clamped down around him even as my mouth kissed him all over, as my hands grabbed whatever I could, seeking leverage but being forced to submit full control to him when I couldn’t find it.
Suddenly, through my fog, I smelled something burning. It barely registered in my mind.
“Burning,” I gasped around a moan as his cock stabbed my cervix and his mouth connected with my nipple. “Oh, fuck it!”
He laid me back on the table, never losing his pace. He bent over me, going back and forth between my breasts, stealing my common sense, stealing my breath. Tingles of awareness, of ecstasy shot from my firm peaks as his tongue laved them; the pleasures of above mingled with the pleasure stemming from below. Sensations overwhelmed my mind and my body.
I wrapped my legs around his hips. He looked down at me and growled at me. That was my only warning before he flipped me over onto my stomach. I screeched as he gripped my hips and pulled my ass to his groin, dragging my sensitive nipples across the cool surface of the table. The second he entered me from behind, I splintered into a thousand pieces.
The new angle hit fresh pleasure zones, shredding any ounce of self-consciousness I had left. Lifting my ass into the air, I cried out, grabbing at the table as my pussy pulsated around him. My limbs flooded with warmth, my nerves lit up, jolting my entire body to life. Goose bumps broke out over my flesh as he pounded into me, as pleasure co
ursed my veins at warp speed. His cock continued to milk me, to draw out my erotic elation until he growled and I felt his hot seed fill me.
I heard his labored breaths before I felt his lips kissing a trail down my spine. I shuddered at the raw sensuality of his moves.
I jumped when the fire alarm started beeping. He chuckled, giving my ass a tiny love tap. He slipped out of me, leaving me feeling barren, empty and suddenly cold. I shivered as a cool breeze wafted over me.
I slid down off the table right as the fire alarm stopped shrieking. I was just about to turn towards him when I saw my back door. The wall and doorframe around where the deadlock had been turned into was missing. Someone, or more specifically, an alpha on a mission to claim his mate, must have busted through the door. No wonder I was cold.
I crossed my arms and looked to him expectantly.
He held up the pan of burnt eggs. The entire bottom of the stainless steel pan was black and the eggs looked far from edible. “Guess I’m taking you to breakfast.”
“And to the hardware store.” I pursed my lips, slitting my eyes as I glared at him.
“About the door...” He tossed the pan on the counter and pulled me into his arms, kissing my cheek.
“What about my door? Besides the obvious.”
“Every dollar it’ll cost me to fix it was worth it.” He pressed his lips to mine; it was a soft, sweet kiss.
“You’ll fix it today?”
“Whatever will make you happy, baby.”
I gave him a small smile as I burrowed into him, finally wrapping my arms around him. He was so warm; his arms created a barrier of protection around me. “You make me happy.”
He rested his head atop mine, fully cocooning me. “Good. It’s going to be my life’s mission to keep you happy. I…” He took a breath. “I love you, Callie.”
I smiled into his chest. I didn’t know what happiness was until I heard those words. My entire body relaxed as joy coursed through me. I felt like I was floating on a cloud above the world; Evan was an impenetrable wall of comfort for me. He was my home. He was happiness in physical form. He was all that I loved. He was-
I took a shaky breath and disentangled myself enough to peer up at him. He gazed at me with warmth, with love, with all that I’d ever wanted a man to look at me with, and I knew in that moment that that would never change. The same way my feelings for him would never change. He was all that I loved and somehow I fell in love with him over the course of these last two years, but the past twenty-four hours were what solidified my heart’s stand. It wasn’t mine anymore. The moment Evan burst through the door and put me first, I opened the tight grasp I had on my heart and handed it over to him.
I stood on my tiptoes and gently kissed his lips. “I love you too.”
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CONTROLLED SURRENDER
Christin Lovell
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CONTROLLED SURRENDER
Copyright © 2012 by Christin M Lovell
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CONTROLLED SURRENDER
Laina is a plus size werewolf in a supernatural world of physical perfection. No one has accepted her for who she is, herself included. She’s an embarrassment to them all, which is why she refuses to mate.
Four years ago, Jayson took over his uncle’s pack and found his mate. Too bad she has rejected him at every turn. It’s only when Laina comes to him for help and he forces her to face the truth that his own revelations come.
Will this dominant alpha convince his mate to surrender to him? Possibly some cuffs and spankings will sway her…
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Controlled Surrender
Chapter One
LAINA
I met his gaze. My chest constricted; my heart skipped a beat. I kept my eyes neutral, suppressing the surge of desire, the geyser of emotions within me.
I wasn’t alone in my reaction. I saw the heat in his eyes; his desire was blatant. He didn’t bother hiding it anymore. It was instinctual though. He didn’t want me because I had an amazing personality, a gorgeous figure or a quiet strength; he wanted me because nature dictated he ought to.
I saw the women his brothers dated; I saw the women he casually glanced at. Their hips were half the size of mine. They were athletic women with tone, definition and a flat stomach, the ideal physique of a female werewolf.
I was broken though. Somehow, I’d broken the mold of what a female were ought to look like. Somehow, I’d ballooned up to a size twenty-two when most of the women in our pack were a size two. I was an outcast. I defied nature in physical form.
My wolf had been whimpering, crying out since the moment Jayson became alpha of our pack four years ago. I craved him; I yearned for him more than food, more than air. But, I wasn’t going to give in. I didn’t want him to resent the gods for pairing us. Once he claimed me, he was stuck with me forever. Right now, he had a choice. Right now, he could find that perfect female were to rule with him over the pack.
I wasn’t that were. I wasn’t regarded highly by any of the pack members. Even my own family looked down upon me. I knew, had I told them I was mated to the their alpha, they would have laughed in my face. I was a plus size woman in a world of supermodels and it was obvious to everyone. I couldn’t embarrass him like that. I cared about him too much. I cared about my pack too much, despite how little they seemed to regard me.
I averted my gaze and took off for the cover of the trees, needing to escape the endless ache. Each time I looked at him, I suffered. My insides twisted with tension, with a potent need as my heart smashed into a million pieces. It felt like all the air was being forced from my lungs when my gaze fell upon him; my world trembled every time he was near before it collapsed when I had to walk away.
Tears pricked my eyes as I pounded my bare feet against the forest floor. My legs flew, the wind exhilarating me as the leaves flying up behind me encouraged me.
I’d never hated my lot in life; I knew others suffered a far worse fate than bulges of fat. But I’d always questioned it. I didn’t understand how I became the way I was; I didn’t understand why I had to be the odd one out. Nonetheless, I refused to impose this curse upon him. I refused to force my pack to look to a shapeless woman for guidance. I refused to be the representative of the females of my pack. I wasn’t one of them. My genitalia was the same, but all else faltered with massive canyons between.
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Chapter Two
JAYSON
My heart broke as Laina slipped away between the trees. My wolf howled, begging to be set free so he could seek her out.
Of all of my alpha responsibilities, control took the highest effort, particularly when my own mate refused to submit. She obeyed the commands of the pack, but never personal orders. She’d turned her back on me, on nature, on our special bond, to run freely. She’d left me to suffer in silence because she didn’t want me.
I couldn’t blame her I supposed. She was gorgeous. She was rare in the world of weres; she was an anomaly. Her luscious body, her gorgeous curves were extraordinary in our world, in my world. Ignoring my wolf, I found myself being drawn to her, longing to touch every rounded curve, every swell on her beautiful body.
I wished to thread my fingers through her auburn hair, to kiss the lids that covered her brilliant emerald eyes; I wanted to brush my tan skin against her ivory silk. I hungered for her. My body ached merely at the sight of her. She
was lovely; a mysterious treasure.
I’d never listened to the rumors. I’d never listened to the foul words spoken by her own family. What others thought didn’t matter. My feelings, my desires were all that mattered. I was the goddamn alpha of this pack. I could override all of them if I wanted, but I couldn’t force her to look at me with warmth. I could force her to surrender to me, but I couldn’t force her to kiss me back, to relax and enjoy my love. And that was just it. I loved her too much to force her into something she didn’t want.
I loved her too much.
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Chapter Three
LAINA
As I reached the clearing, the cliff that overlooked the mountains with the river flowing strong at the base of it, I slowed. This was where I came to breathe; this was where I came to escape, to cry in silence, unhindered, unobserved.
I ambled close to the edge. Closing my eyes, I spread my arms out and allowed the wind to sweep over me. Mother nature spoke to me in these moments; she reassured me. She gave me strength to continue, the strength to deny my heart and my wolf.
The water gushed below; the waterfall half a mile away sent the water chopping against the rocks, against the mountains. The birds chirped as they flew overhead; they’d disappear over the next few weeks when they flew south for the winter. Squirrels rustled the leaves, chasing each other between hunting for nuts.
I listened as my heartbeat slowed, as my pulse seemed to vanish as a comforting peace settled over me. These were the moments I cherished. This was the serenity I craved.
I opened my eyes and lowered myself to the ground. I lay back on the grass and stared up at the sky, enjoying nature’s grandeur all around me. This was my heaven. This was where I wanted to stay.
I looked at the sun beginning to lower over the mountains. Night would be here soon. Dread bound my chest as I thought of returning to camp, returning to Jayson and my family.
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