I snapped my attention to her. Her face was contorted in pain. Damn it. I thought it would be less painful if I didn’t draw things out, if I jumped in at the height of her pleasure that the pain would be somewhat tolerable.
I kissed the creases in her twisted features. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I promise it only gets better from here, okay?”
She barely nodded her head in acknowledgement.
“You want to bite me?” I asked, hoping to distract her.
I received a fraction of a smile before she shook her head ‘no.’
“I’m going to move. Stop me if it hurts too much, okay?”
She, again, barely nodded her head in agreement.
My wolf surprised me by tapping on my surface. He’d snuck up on me while I was lost in her.
I concentrated on her. Her pussy was gripping my cock like a fucking vise. I’d never felt anything so exquisite before.
Carefully, I slid my cock through her tight folds. The moment she winced, I paused.
Sweat dotted my brow as I held deathly still inside her. God, I wanted to pump hard and fast into her sweet pussy, but I could never hurt her like that. Her needs and wants would always come before my own.
My muscles quivered as I held myself over her.
I brushed a stray hair off her face. I kissed her forehead and cheek.
She swallowed hard. “You can move.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
I gave her a few more seconds before I rocked gently back and forth within that same inch of channel, trying to help her adjust to me.
She bit her lip, digging her nails into my biceps. “I’m not trying to tell you what to do, but-“ She took an erratic breath.
“Tell me, sweetie.”
“Slow is so much worse!”
I froze. My groin contracted, my body longing for permission to let go. “I don’t want to hurt you any more than I already have.”
She met my gaze, the plea visible in her eyes before she even spoke it. “Please go fast, Jayson. Please make the pain go away quicker. Make me feel good.”
My chest constricted. “It’s going to hurt a bit more before it gets better, but I promise, I’ll make you feel good.” I made sure I said it with conviction.
The trust in her eyes was the final straw. I surged forward, hitting her cervix before pulling to the hilt and lunging back in. She screamed, tears shining in her eyes. Had it not have been for the determined set of her features, I would have stopped altogether.
I moved in and out of her, my dick passing easier and easier through her taut channel. I loved the feel of her beneath me, around me. But I wanted her to love my touch equally.
“Listen to me, Laina.” She focused on me. “Roll your nipples between your fingers.” I passed my hand over her breast, showing her. “Like that.”
Hesitantly, she slid her hands over her breasts. Shit. Maybe that was a bad idea. Goddamn. She was even sexier doing that little move. My wolf growled his approval near the surface. He’d been quietly biding his time, waiting for the right moment to pounce.
Fuck. I needed to get her off so I could mark her.
She obediently tweaked her tight peaks. I watched as her expression relaxed, the pain gradually slipping away.
I shifted my weight to one arm and slid my hand down between us, over her lush curves and down to her jewel. I slipped my thumb through her lips, seeking her bundle of nerves. I knew the second I’d found the right spot when she gasped, a tiny moan escaping on her exhale.
Thank you!
I wrapped my arm around her, beneath her back and back around to hold her beautiful, wide hips. I kept my thumb moving over her clit, but the new position of my other arm gave me the leverage I needed to drive into her in short, quick bursts.
Pleasure shot through my core as heat rushed through my veins. I pumped into her in rapid succession, losing myself in the feel of her, the scent of her, the sound of her and the vision of her. God, she was beautiful. Her back was arched perfectly over my arm, her hands were plucking her taut nipples as she cried out, squirming to meet my thrusts.
Intimate pleasure tightened my chest, drawing me back physically for a moment. The way she gave herself up to me was awe-inspiring. She was so strong, so brave.
I captured her lips, likewise catching her moans. “You feel so fucking amazing.” I kissed her hard. “You’re so beautiful.” I trailed my mouth along her jaw and back to her lips. “I love you.”
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Chapter Seventeen
LAINA
His gentleness was humbling. He’d been so careful with me; he treated me like a priceless valuable, like I was worth treasuring.
He feathered me with compliments between brushes of his lips, but I was too overwhelmed with sensations to truly appreciate them. Pleasure shot from every part of me; tingles of erotic bliss shook every nerve.
He trailed his mouth along my jaw before moving back to claim my lips once again. His tongue swept inside my mouth for a brief moment. He gently withdrew his lips. “I love you.”
My mind reeled; my heart reached out to him. God, why had I fought it, him, this, for so long?
“I love you too.” And I meant it. I so meant it.
My body pressed down on itself as my wolf stirred to the surface, seeming prepared to break free for the first time in far too many years. I’d abused her for so long, burying her beneath the mountain of dark emotions. There were far too many things for me to regret, but not nearly enough time to dedicate to the exhausting effort.
My womb tightened to an intolerable level; my muscles stiffened, feeling like they were on the verge of cramping even as pleasure continued to shoot in tiny torrents through me. This was the same pleasure/pain combo that Jayson brought me to yesterday.
I fidgeted beneath him. I needed something more, but didn’t know what. Everything felt good, but it fell short.
“What do you need?” I was amazed at how attuned he was to me already.
“I don’t know.” I bit my bottom lip, frustration getting the best of me.
“Hold on, sweetie.” He moved both hands under and around my arms. He grabbed my shoulders. “Let go of your breasts.”
The moment I let go of myself, my pleasure began to dull. It felt like I was falling backwards instead of forwards.
He pressed his body completely against mine. He kissed the tip of my nose. “Trust me.”
I gazed at him. “Always.”
The air was knocked out of me when he began frantically pounding into my pussy. His cock hit sensitive places within me that had pleasure rocking my core; his flesh against my flesh, slithering over me as he quickly pumped in and out of me made it feel like he was all over me, filling me inside as he swallowed me outside. His hands wrapped tightly around my shoulders, creating a wall that sent me bouncing back into his every thrust.
This new position caressed my body in different ways; it sent me flying straight to the edge. It had me holding onto him for dear life as his skilled moves overwhelmed my body with pleasure, even as it clung tightly to a pressure-built pain. My body clamped down in anticipation.
Abruptly, he changed position, hammering into me at a new angle that pushed me over the edge. Fireworks burst before my eyes as my body shuddered with wave after wave of erotic pleasure. Liquid heat surged in my pussy as warmth spread through my veins.
My heart thundered loudly in my chest; my pulse doubled, echoing in my head. My pussy contracted around his cock, my womb fluttered as an army of sensations shattered me. Ripples of pleasure knocked through every layer of me as my soul soared. In the distance I heard female cries, but didn’t attach them to myself. Through my pleasure-filled fog, I felt a sting of pain that disappeared almost as soon as it made its presence known.
I clung to him, riding out the exhilarating swells of passion. Elation kissed every muscle, caressed every nerve. I never knew it could be so good. I never knew love could make me feel like this.
I heard him groan against me as his hot see
d painted my cervix. His pace slowed substantially as he grunted with exaggerated thrusts. Goose bumps broke out over my flesh as an intimate pleasure sent shivers through me. I’d always imagined seeing someone at the height of pleasure, with all theirs walls crumbled on the ground around them, was the most personal, the most intimate moment to witness. It was the greatest part of themselves they could share with you.
My body tingled as the pleasure began to dissipate; bliss lingered in its place. My heart nearly split with love for Jayson.
He breathed heavily against my shoulder; his arms held his weight off of me again. He pressed a tender kiss to my flesh before he faced me.
I frowned as a brute throb shot from the spot.
“Sorry, sweetie. It’s the one and only time.” He kissed my forehead. “Unless you want more love bites…” He wagged his brows.
“No!” I smacked at his chest.
He laughed. “That’s what I thought.”
“Do you want a love bite?” I cocked a brow, challenging him.
“Hell yes.” I knew my eyes widened when he tilted his head to the side. “Mark me, baby.”
“Um…”
He faced me again, meeting my gaze. “It’s only fair, right? You’re marked, so why shouldn’t I be?”
I tried to hold back a smile, but couldn’t. “Okay.”
God, how could I love someone so much? How could my entire family no longer matter to me as long as I had him? How did my entire existence shift to revolve around him?
He was everything I could have wanted, everything I needed. Nature did know what she was doing.
I called upon my wolf. She was lying just beneath my surface. She was shy and timid though after years of neglect, years of captivity. Perhaps that was what I regretted the most. I’d chosen food over the single most precious gift God had given me: my wolf. It was a blessing to be a werewolf. Not every one received this special bond with the beautiful animal. Not every one had the talent to communicate with wolves like us. I discarded that talent for food, an ungrateful, selfish move on my part.
I hoped she would be brave enough to breech the surface again.
Jayson watched me closely. “Down the road, our wolves will have play dates.”
I nodded in agreement. I didn’t have to tell him; somehow he just knew what we both needed. He didn’t judge, but he didn’t let me cower in the corner either.
“Let her look at me.”
I focused on him, allowing my human visual to fizzle away, blurring as if I was concentrating too hard on one object, so she could gaze into the eyes of her mate.
“Bite me,” he ordered, his tone shook with authority, claiming his place as her alpha.
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Chapter Eighteen
JAYSON
I tilted my head, waiting patiently for Laina’s timid wolf to stake her claim on me. It was the first step in empowering her animal. A werewolf is two persons with one shared spirit, a single soul. We’re the combination of nature’s majesty with God’s divinity. Because God gave divinity over animals to man, our wolves are typically slightly weaker.
Knowing where Laina started, I could only imagine her wolf’s state. Regardless, I wasn’t abandoning either of them. I saw their potential. I loved them for who they were and all they could be, regardless of whether or not they evolved.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Laina’s teeth grew and her eyes glowed the familiar honey. Hesitantly she stretched towards me. I held still, careful not to spook her.
My wolf roused, rumbling with excitement at his mate’s presence.
Laina ran her teeth along my shoulder before she stopped at the junction of my neck and shoulder.
“Bite me,” I repeated the order, reassuring her.
A wave of pleasure rather than pain surged through me as her teeth pierced me, marking me down through the cartilage, ensuring it would be a permanent scar for all to see that I was hers.
I moved quickly before her wolf retreated. I framed her face with my hands, gazing directly at her. “Good girl.” I smiled wide, releasing her.
She leaned in and licked my cheek before she pulled back, disappearing again.
As Laina fully emerged again, her eyes sparkled with a light I’d yet to see. She openly stared at me. She cupped my face. She kissed my lips, softly, reverently. “Thank you.”
I rolled onto my side and hugged her to me. “We’re in this together.”
God, I’d never meant something so much, felt anything so deeply. I couldn’t walk away even if I wanted to. She was such an amazing woman, an amazing were. She wasn’t perfect, but she was perfect for me.
We brought out the best in each other. The same way that she worshipped the harsh cuts and angles of my body, I adored the luscious swells and curves of hers. The same way that I tried her patience, she tested my control. The same way that I pushed her to face the truth, she forced me to face my own.
The mind could be tricked, the heart could be fooled, but ones soul never fell victim to any pawns or schemes. It was why our bonds were so overpowering. Two lives, two connections lied within that soul to mate with. It was twice as potent, twice as powerful an experience.
What I experienced was a feeling embedded deep within me, a magnetism I couldn’t repel. It went beyond lust, beyond want, to an intimate spiritual craving. And it was the twining of our souls in combination with the physical marking by both persons that solidified our union, our lifelong bond with Laina. It was a bond that would extend beyond our human life. It was an eternal promise, a forever commitment, one that I would cherish all my years.
She was worth cherishing forever, and, thankfully, she was beginning to realize what I already knew.
Tomorrow, I would deal with the pack. Tomorrow, I would assert my alpha authority and demand respect for my mate. Tomorrow, I would fight for her.
But today, I would simply be with her. Today, I would cherish what I had with her before the world intruded.
She snuggled into me, pressing a kiss to my chest; it was a kiss I felt straight to my soul.
I hugged her tighter. “I love you.”
“Where did my demanding alpha go?” she teased.
“To buy some new chains without any give,” I quipped.
“I love you too.”
I chuckled, feeling happy and fulfilled.
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CONTROLLED LONGINGS
Christin Lovell
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CONTROLLED LONGINGS
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CONTROLLED LONGINGS
Bryan grew up in a strict, religious family. Sex before marriage was frowned upon. But then again, the rest of his family wasn’t a werewolf.
Michelle had been with Bryan for fourteen months, yet he hadn’t so much as hugged her plus size frame. Where is the line of respect drawn?
When Michelle threatens to walk away, Bryan must decide whether to follow his instincts and claim his mate or to remain true to a religion that isn’t always relative to the supernatural.
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Controlled Longings
Chapter One
BRYAN
I watched as she pushed the food around on her plate. She’d taken one bite and stopped. She was physically present, but her mind was a million miles away. Her chocolate brown eyes stared through the plate into a dark abyss of thoughts a
nd idea.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?”
My words seemed to snap her out of it. Her head popped up; her eyes widened as she looked at me before her face fell, her features pinching with confusion and hurt.
I dropped my fork and captured her hand. “What’s wrong?” Fear knotted my stomach, sending my wolf into an uncontrollable fury. He threw himself against me, wanting to break free.
She looked apprehensive, her brows dipping inwards; her eyes were full of worry as she nibbled her bottom lip. She finally dropped the pretense and set her fork down. She sat back in her chair, averting her gaze to her lap.
“Chel, talk to me.” I heard the plea in my own voice. It sounded desperate, made me pathetic.
I couldn’t help it though. I’d feared losing her every day for the past fourteen months. She was human; I was a werewolf. We were barely in the same species category, let alone compatible with interests and beliefs beyond that.
It’d been hell not claiming her. I had to deny my wolf, my body, my soul every single second I was with her. She was so delectable, always dressed impeccably. Tonight, she wore blue skinny jeans that caused my hands to tingle when she walked by. What I wouldn’t do to squeeze her ass. A cream colored, silk, button-up long-sleeved shirt with a thin black belt around her upper waist highlighted her smaller midsection, the perfect place to pull her into my arms at. Her jeans were tucked into grey ankle boots with just the right amount of heel.
Her skin was creamy, silky to the touch, much like her shirt. Her curves ignited a longing inside me that damn near brought me to my knees. The way her hips swerved outwards away from her rounded stomach was nothing short of praiseworthy. The way her thighs gracefully hugged each other never ceased to make my mouth water. What I wouldn’t give to separate them, peppering their insides with kisses all the way up to her sweet pussy. Her luscious curves combined with her gorgeous lips, deep brown eyes, soft brown hair falling just past her shoulders, I was lucky I could still walk. My cock was constantly hard as a rock. I was surprised it hadn’t literally cracked in half yet.
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