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I hugged her, fear blasting
me. I didn’t know what I’d do if she walked away. “It’s
complicated.”
Brilliant. How many break-ups
started with that those words?

She continued her soothing caress; her
fingers glided through my strands with ease. “Try me.”

I’d never felt more nervous in my life.
Alphas didn’t let dread get the best of them. But I’d never had
anything as precious on the line before. “Promise you’ll hear me
out.” It was a statement, not a question.

She replied anyways. “I promise.”

Never had I shared my life story with anyone
else, the truth behind my heritage. Her fingers never stopped, her
heartbeat never changed. She remained steady, strong through every
word.

“…
I fought my father’s wolf
with my bare hands in front of the entire pack. It was the only way
to earn their respect and not lose my birthright as the next alpha.
All the others shift. I’d be more than happy to make my beta put on
a show for you.” I chuckled nervously.

When her expression remained calm and
solemn, I sobered fast. “I know it’s a lot to take in. I know it’s
a stretch of the imagination for a human, but you are my mate,
Anna. And I love you. Regardless of whether you accept me, my mark
ensures no other wolf will touch you.” Sometimes it was hard to
admit the truth. “I’ll always be here for you. I’ll never stop
loving you, even if you deny me.”

She wasn’t looking at me. It was hell not
being able to see what she was thinking, catch a glimpse of what
she was feeling. She had no audible or physical reaction. It was
unnerving. She tied me up like no other woman had.

—

Chapter Eight

ANNA

How did someone respond to a story like
that? How could I ever lend it credibility?

I watched him, grazing my fingers through
his strands in time. It was a calming motion for me, a repetitive
stroke that kept me from fidgeting or begging to be put down.

How did I feel about what he’d said? How was
I supposed to feel? I mean, how many women were told they’d just
fucked a werewolf…who couldn’t actually shift. He had the
supernatural senses that came with being a paranormal creature but
not the alter ego of one.

Jeez. This was feeling more and more like a
story from one of the many paranormal romance novels I’d read.

He remained straight-laced. He showed no
signs of deception or amusement. He was taking this very
seriously.

His brows dipped inwards just enough to
wrinkle his forehead and lightly scrunch his nose. His lips,
swollen from our kisses, were slightly pursed, mashed together
intensely. His nostrils flared with each inhale; his chest vibrated
with each exhale, unveiling his tension.

The longer I observed him, the more
confident I became. He was being serious. And damn if I didn’t
believe he was telling me the truth.

I think the craziest part was, even if he’d
been lying, I couldn’t say that I would have immediately
disregarded him because of it. Fiction-sounding life story aside, I
still felt this unexplainable connection.

Fiction-sounding life story in mind, that
explained why I was lured to the gym that I’d never noticed before;
it gave cause to my obsession with him. Somehow his insane story
made me feel more sane.

Braveries built as the
truth clotted my chest. He made me feel things I’d never felt
before. I let go with him; I’d never let go with anyone else, not
even my mother. I couldn’t put my finger on it, though the mate
thing gave me a possibility, but there was something special
about
him.
There
was something about Jayce that had me exercising five days a week,
having crazy sex in a public shower and showing all my rolls
without shame.

He set me free. And, if I was honest, he
saved me from myself.

There was no humor in it. There was no
deception in what he’d done. And as the minutes ticked by, his
story was gaining the credibility I’d initially denied it.

Why would he fabricate a
story like that
after
we’d had sex?
Don’t guys use crazy
stories to get you
into
bed with them?

His strands were slick from
the humidity. He studied me closely. What caught me though
was…
he’s nervous.
It wasn’t an anxious nervous, possibly from being caught in a
lie; it was a fearful nervous, as if he was afraid that I’d walk
away.

I’d never had that power over someone
before. No one had ever cared if I walked away.

He did though. Jayce cared.

I wanted to reassure him. I
cared enough to want to reassure him. I cared about him, more than
I liked to admit.
Fuck it!
I loved him. And looking at him now, I knew I
didn’t want to walk away from him, werewolf alpha or
not.

Why would I? He made me feel things I’d
never felt before. He broke open my shell with quick sharp moves,
baring me, and then he cocooned me. I’d never been more naked and
exposed; yet, I’d never felt more safe and protected. He was my
safe haven. After all this time, I’d finally found someone I could
be myself with, wholly and freely.

I’d found someone worthy of my love. I’d
found someone who loved me enough to show me my worth. I’d found
someone who invested in me right away. I’d found someone who made
me feel worthy of investment.

Jayce gave me confidence,
werewolf or not. Jayce made me feel special, alpha or not. Jayce
made me feel like I could conquer the world, fact or fiction. Jayce
made me
want
to
conquer the world, truth.

“
You don’t pick the better
guy; you pick the one that makes you a better person.”

—

Chapter Nine

JAYCE

Minutes passed. I was ready to jump ship,
but I had to hear the words from her before I’d give up hope. Even
then, I didn’t know if I would ever stop hoping she’d come
around.

Her face was a mask as she met my gaze. She
searched me. Her expression softened; her eyes became pools of
melted crystals. “I don’t care what you are, Jayce. I care more
about how you make me feel, and how I feel when I’m with you.” Her
eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “You’ve brought out the best in
me.”

My soul fucking danced. I’d never felt so
relieved. I claimed her lips in a rough tangent, flying on emotion,
on instinct.

She giggled, her laugh vibrating my chest.
“No one else has ever been able to get my ass in the gym for a day,
let alone seven freaking months.”

“
I can’t take credit for
the first day. You walked in the door on your own,
baby.”

Her features scrunched in a cute,
contemplative way. “Honestly, I don’t even know why I did.”

“
I don’t care. You’re here
now. That’s all I care about.”

She pursed her lips. I sensed her
vulnerability as she pierced me with her gaze. She swallowed hard,
her heart speeding up. “Promise you won’t hurt me, Jayce?”

I wanted to murder everyone who’d ever hurt
her before. “I promise, baby. I swear on everything holy I will
never hurt you.” I missed her smile. I missed her laughter. I
wanted to make her happy. I wanted her to always be happy. “How
about we rinse off real quick, throw on our clothes and get out of
here. Let me show you how committed I am to your happiness.”

She blushed despite the spark of mischief in
her blue eyes. I found it endearing, just like the woman herself.
“What do you have in mind?”

I set her down, holding tightly to her until
I was certain she was steady on her feet. “Dinner.” I kissed her
neck. “Dessert.” I kissed her jaw. “You.” I kissed her lips,
teasing my tongue inside her mouth.

She drew back breathlessly. “Your place or
mine?” She didn’t miss a beat.

“
Did I forget to mention
wolves have supernatural senses? We hear everything.”

“
My place it is. I’d rather
not introduce myself that way.”

I couldn’t stop smiling. Damn, love was
great. I didn’t care if that made me a fucking pussy. It only meant
every other werewolf who’d found his mate was one too.

“
How far away do you live?”
I asked, my cock stirring quickly.

“
Ten minutes.”

My groin tightened as her nipples pebbled
against my stomach. “Hm. I don’t think I can wait that long. I
think I might need a snack to hold me over.” I slid my fingers
between her plump folds, grazing her clit.

Her eyes widened, even as they darkened. She
bit her lower lip, bowing into my hands. I could tell she’d bit
back a moan.

The predator within me surfaced again. I
smiled wide. “I definitely need a snack.” I dropped to my knees in
front of her.

She startled. “What are you doing?”

“
Grabbing a snack.” I
winked at her.

She appeared stricken, but the excitement
blazing in her eyes was undeniable. “But…” She shook her head,
looking towards the shower curtain. “Oh- Holy crap! Anyone could
have walked in.”

Oh, she was adorable. “I locked the door,
sweetie. There’s probably a line of pissed off women ready to kick
it down.”

She tried to contain her smile. “I hope some
of those buff guys out there are your friends.”

I laughed. “They’re more than that. I’m
their alpha.”

She chewed on her lip. I loved the vivacity
shining in her eyes. I loved that she didn’t try to cover herself
up. I loved that she felt safe to be herself with me. It was an
honor. “Think they can hold them off long enough for me to have a
snack too?”

I groaned, pressed my forehead against her
soft stomach. “I love you.”

Just as before, she glided her fingers
through my hair. “I…” She gave a nervous chuckle. “I don’t know
how, but…” She sighed, as if accepting whatever truth she was about
to say. “I love you too.”

I jerked up. I hadn’t expected her to say
those words so soon. I didn’t think humans were capable of loving
as swiftly as wolves were, but she showed no signs of misgiving.
She was telling the truth. She loved me.

They’d never be able to
hurt her again, anyone. Those four words, the sincere fright in her
voice at the admission, squeezed my heart, made me want to fight
harder for her, work harder to prove that I’d never be like them,
whoever
they
were.

I cupped her face, wanting to reassure her.
“I love you, Anna.”

She met my gaze with confidence. “I know.”
She smiled wide; mischief gave her a beautiful glow. “Now get your
snout south and make me howl, Jayce.”

Damn right I loved this
girl.
Thank you, Nature.
“Oh, you’re going to be howling all night,
baby.”

And damn did she howl that night, and every
night thereafter.

—

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CONTROLLED BY
TWO
Christin Lovell

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CONTROLLED BY TWO

Sassy, plus size Callie is down on her luck,
but not on love…if she will finally let the two men of her life
in.

Jay and Eddie have lusted after their curvy
mate since the day they met her in high school. What started out as
a rivalry between the two quickly died under Callie’s resistance,
forcing them to work together in their quest to possess all of the
buxom beauty. Their days are tense, but their nights under the same
roof as Callie are tenser.

Can Callie learn to let go of her two best
friends in an effort to gain two soul mates? Can two alphas get
past their possessive nature and learn to share on a permanent
basis? Hold on to your seats because things are about to get
heated.

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Controlled by Two

Chapter One

CALLIE

I stared down into my coffee cup, biting
back the tears. I was certain my coffee was cold by now. I hadn’t
taken a sip in nearly half an hour. I was just biding my time,
waiting until I could pull myself together well enough to face
them. I didn’t want to alarm them. I didn’t want to ruin their
day.