Free Curvosity by Christin Lovell

Chapter 1
    Maxwell Banks stared out the
large windows of his picturesque corner office overlooking the snow
covered skyline. As CEO of Maxwell Banks Industries and Alpha of
the Banks County werewolf pack, he appeared to have it all. His
navy blue tailored suit only emphasized the money and power behind
his tall, dark and beyond-Fabio-handsome good looks. He had a great
life; everything one could wish for, except a mate.
    The torturous part? Max knew
who his true mate was. He’d scented her the second she walked
through his doors for her interview. She was nothing like what he’d
envisioned himself with. She was curvaceous and vivacious; she had
enough spunk to challenge his wolf, yet enough sense not to poke
him. She was perfect; except she was human. She had not a lick of
wolf in or on her.
    To distract himself, he’d
dated nearly every girl he shook hands with at least once, but they
never satisfied him, in or out of bed. He was a broken man in a
dreamer’s world.
    “Need anything else before I
leave Mr. Banks?” Lucy poked her head into his office. He had to
hold back the growl of his wolf, the incessant need to claim
her.
    She was beautiful, her large
hips making it nearly impossible for another person to fit through
the doorway with her. It was almost an understated power play; she
controlled who could and couldn’t gain access to him. Her long,
dark brown locks glowed beneath the recessed lights; a few rays
creating the illusion of a halo. Her soft, rosy cheeks emphasized
her healthy complexion while her full lips teased him. What he
wouldn’t do to have those luscious lips trailing his body, petting
his wolf.
    “Mr. Banks?” Her brow
raised; she shifted uncomfortably, unsure of herself.
    Max cleared his throat,
pulling his suit jacket down to try to cover his burgeoning
erection. She got the best of him every time. “No, Lucy. Just go.”
The words came out harsh, but if she didn’t close the damn door
soon he was going to be liable for pouncing her, and the legal
department already hated him.
    ***
    Lucy pursed her lips, unsure
of what’d set her boss off. He was always moody. Either he was a
nymphomaniac and never satisfied or the women he had weren’t
satisfactory she’d decided. No man having great sex could scowl as
often as Max. He was always on edge despite having a new blonde
Barbie on his arm every night. She should know; she made the dinner
reservations. It didn’t stop her from drooling over him in her
dreams at night though.
    Giving up on solving the
riddle that was Mr. buff and bodacious Banks, Lucy nodded and
closed his office door. She went back to her desk, bundled up
before grabbing her purse and heading out.
    ***
    Max listened as Lucy left.
He quickly went to his computer and accessed the security cameras
to ensure she reached her car safely like always. She dropped her
keys outside the elevator. He groaned, gripping himself as she bent
over, giving him a perfect view of her round rump.
    “How long you plannin’ to
torture yourself man?” Donte asked. His best friend, brother, and
pack Beta stood in the doorway to his office. Max had been so
involved in watching Lucy he didn’t even hear the wolf stalk his
way.
    Max turned off the monitor
once Lucy was in her car and faced the man who dared to wear a
wolfy grin and amused eyes. “As long as I have to.”
    “What exactly do you think
Lucy is going to do? Run away screaming?”
    “Yes,” he stated, staring
the Beta down. Donte shifted his gaze. He never could hold his
brother’s challenge.
    “I’m calling
bullshit.”
    “Did you come down here just
to interrogate me?” Max bit out.
    Donte laughed. “Damn. It’s
that serious, bro?”
    Max shoved out of his chair
and headed out the door, leaving his brother standing alone in his
office.
    “Alright, alright. So it’s
serious.” Donte conceded, quickly catching up to Max. “You can’t
hold out forever. I’m surprised you’ve lasted two years.” He
squared off with Max