Free Controlled Surrender by Christin Lovell Page A

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 seed
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.

Chapter 18
    JAYSON
    I tilted my head, waiting patiently