Culinary Delight (4 page)

I pursed my lips. “First you’ve got to give me a reason to scream.”

“I plan to.”

“What are you waiting for?” I lifted one brow. Where had this bravery come from? I was naked, bare
as the day I was born, in a place of business taunting a fully clothed beast who could up and leave me as I was. Perhaps it was the knowledge, the unexplainable certainty that he wouldn’t.

“Watch it, Blondie.” His eyes flared with menace.

“I am.”

He pinched my nipples. Pain blazed downwards. His mouth closed over one then the other, replacing the pain with pleasure. He repeated this over and over until both the pain and pleasure felt the same, sending warmth furling in my womb, driving me higher and higher.

I cried out as he thrust a finger inside me.

He continued his repetition on my breasts as he curled his finger within, touching the most sensitive places, sending fresh sensation through my apex.

I found myself arching into his touch, into the pain as much as the pleasure. The cold of the counter was long ago replaced with my heat as he raised my temperature.

He watched me closely. He studied my every reaction, every minute twist in my features. No man had ever played me like this. It’s like he’d unearthed a secret door within me and opened it, revealing secrets I myself didn’t even know.

I grabbed at him when he suddenly changed tempo. He thoroughly fucked me with that single digit, in and out at a rapid speed through my slippery channel as he continued to work my needy peaks. They were becoming desensitized in ways and over sensitized in others.

I couldn’t stop myself from wriggling beneath him. He somehow knew exactly how much pressure to apply, exactly what I needed.

My womb tightened as my pussy clamped down on him.

Abruptly he jumped away. “No coming until I say.”

I barely stifled another moan. “You’re evil.” My words were breathless and didn’t seem to have much power.

He dug in a nearby drawer. Before I could see what he had, he kissed me hard, he made me forget the pain of my
longing, the concentrated pressure binding every limb.

Within
the span of a few seconds, he abandoned my lips and clamped my nipples with the end of two pair of tongs. The stainless steel was cold. It had a decorative scalloped edge but a straight bottom that held tight to my throbbing buds. I hissed as they pinched and dug into my suddenly sensitive nipples. They didn’t pierce my flesh, but my breasts seemed to pulsate around their pressure. I struggled to adjust to the impromptu clamps.

He kissed a path down my full curves. He pressed his lips along my inner thighs. His fingers spread me open. A gleam of mischief lit his gaze. He didn’t take his eyes off of me as his mouth closed over my clit.

I moaned, my head tilting back as his tongue flickered along the hood of my pearl.

My body was confused. The upper half was wrapped in pain, yet every pass of his tongue sent pleasure dueling for supremacy.

I cried out as he slid a finger into my hot channel. His digit furiously thrust in rhythm with his tongue, propelling me upwards. My muscles clenched in anticipation. My womb burned as pain overwhelmed the pleasure, my need too powerful. “Please, Rico.”

I writhed beneath his talented touch. Tiny whimpers escaped as I fought for my climax. I was so close yet so far.

“You better scream my name, Blondie.”

I pushed my pussy into his mouth
unabashedly, desperate, willing to sacrifice my pride for the almighty release.

He slowed his movements to a crawl, drawing out my torture.

“Oh, please, please, please.” My back didn’t touch the counter. I didn’t care how I looked, how my body jiggled or how I sounded.

“Let go, Blondie.” Suddenly he pounded my pussy with two fingers as his tongue made contact with my clit.

I instantly shot over the edge. I didn’t recognize my own voice as hoarse cries left me. Pleasure consumed me, shaking, touching, and tingling every inch of me. My mind blanked, my vision blurred; I was a victim of ecstasy, enraptured by her greatness. My heart and pulse thundered in sync. My breathing wasn’t far behind their rapid rhythms as delicious sensations continued to pass through me.

Holy shit. I never experienced such a powerful release. That’s all I could think about as I shu
ddered back down to the present, back to him.

“Easy, Blondie.”

I blinked a few times as Rico came into focus.

A smirk curled his lips. “This was good, but tomorrow’s gonna be better.” His tone held promise.

The fog began to clear, allowing me to process his words, to process that the tongs were no longer pinching my pulsing nipples. I frowned. “You said if you didn’t get off you’d be twice the
pendejo
tomorrow.”

“I know.” His smirk grew. Damned cocky tease.

I propped myself up on my elbows. I studied him with interest. “What gives?”

“Your ass. I want it hot and red from my hand before I take you.”

“And that’s worth a night of blue balls?” I quirked a brow.

He
moved my clothes beside me and helped me down. He ensured I was steady on my feet before he moved to grip my ass. “Yeah, it is.” He stole the last of my breath with a hard kiss. Damn if I didn’t find myself giddy with anticipation as he hauled me against him once again, pushing his stiff cock into the swell of my stomach.

He broke away and helped me dress. “Let’s go, Blondie. Tomorrow can’t come fast enough.”

“I don’t do spankings.” My argument sounded weak, even to me. I didn’t do nipple clamps before tonight. I also didn’t give men I just met full access.

“You do now.” His lips mashed together determinedly. His commanding glare melted my will power.

Heat stroked me all over again. “No. I do tomorrow.”

“Keep sassing and it’ll be right now.”

“It’d save you one long, bad night, but I’m pro you suffering for making me suffer today. You’re the most infuriating man I’ve ever met.” I cut my eyes at him.

“Check the mirror, Blondie.”

I harrumphed. “I don’t do spankings again.”

He tugged me into his side, slinking a strong arm around my shoulders. For the first time, he smiled a genuine,
full-fledged smile that illuminated his face, sparked humor in his depths and made him almost seem approachable. “You do with me, and I don’t share. Your assets are mine now, Blondie.”

I
jutted my chin out, sticking my nose up. “Well, I don’t share either. That means you’re all mine, eyes included, Rican.”

He opened the back door. He held tight to me as he locked it before pressing me against it. He captured my lips
, stoking the small fire he’d ignited inside. He nibbled my lips, thoroughly tasting, thoroughly claiming my mouth. When he drew back, he stared directly into my eyes. “Deal.”

Something about him, about this felt so dirty, so thrilling, yet so right. It went against all I’d done in the past, but, then again, none of those relationships worked. There was always risk involved. It’s just that some had you strip naked the first day and others took their time. So long as a happily-ever-after comes, that’s all that matters.

And boy did Rico deliver on that, especially when I became his fulltime culinary partner. What Carlos didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Plus, he was too busy running the front of his bustling restaurant and beaming with pride as he welcomed new and old customers again and again.

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The End —

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And now, please enjoy this sneak peek at the popular Alpha Doms series
title Controlled Desires. The series is full of curvy women getting their deliciously dark, seductively sexy alpha males, who just happen to be werewolves.

CONTROLLED DESIRES

As a plus size woman in a world where size matters, Sara didn’t think she would find someone to love her full frame… 
Until her new landlord stopped by. 
Desi scented his mate for over a week before he went to her. It was unusual for a wolf to be mated to a human. But with one look at nature’s chosen one for him, he was in love. 
If his mate won’t let go of her inhibitions though, this alpha will have to take control. Not that he minds...

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Controlled Desires

Chapter
One

SARA

It’d been a long week at work, despite working only three days due to the Thanksgiving holiday. I gathered my purse, threw on my jacket, scarf and gloves and shut down the computer at my workstation in the same minute.

“You leaving, Sara?” Dr. Rahmad asked as he stepped into the front office area of the practice.

“Yes, sir.”

He smiled pleasantly
, his peppered grey beard feathering outwards. “Have a good holiday.”

“Don’t stay too late. Your wife wants you home before her parents arrive,” I said, reminding the work-a-holic doctor of his priorities.

“Good call. Thank you.” He froze, folder in hand, as if to consider what case files he could try to squeeze in before he needed to leave.

“See you Monday.” I waved and headed for the door.

“Bye.” He carelessly tossed the word over his shoulder, his mind deep in another layer of work already.

I tossed my purse onto the passenger seat
of my car as I slid into the driver’s spot; I immediately started the engine and blasted the heat. It was only November, but we’d had below average temperatures for this time of year. I waited for my windshield to defrost and my body to stop shaking before I took the wheel.

It was already after 4 p.m. when I pulled out of the parking lot. Traffic was nearly non-existent since most businesses closed early the day before a holiday. I would have left with the rest of the office staff at noon when we closed, but decided to finish scanning all
of the old records into our new electronic filing system.

As I headed home, I looked forward to snuggling in front of the fire with an erotic romance and a hearty bowl of the chili I had cooking in the crockpot all day. I’d promised to forget about the rest of the boxes cluttering every corner of my new apartment, opting to unwind rather than unpack this evening.

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Chapter
Two

DESI

It’d been a week since I first scented her. It’d been a week of torture with a wolf that refused to stop growling and a cock that wouldn’t go down. The urge to break into her apartment and demand her surrender as my dick drove in and out of her tight pussy was unbearable. I’d barely maintained control of myself, let alone the entire pack. They didn’t think I had noticed their avoidance of me or the skittishness of my beta, Mark. They read their alpha well; I was grouchy, in a perpetual state of horniness, only minimally out ranking my wolf. I’d avoided shifting all week in fear of my wolf seeking her out against my will. And once it found her, I had no hope of stopping it from taking her… with or without her consent.

“Why don’t you introduce yourself?” Mark asked, stepping into my living room. He plopped down on the loveseat. He tried to act casual, but his body language revealed his uneasiness. “You own her building after all,” he added, averting his eyes when I continued to glare at him.

“I can’t be nice right now.” The words were delivered through gritted teeth; the deep pull in my groin ached just at the mention of her.

He took a deep breath
, running his hand through his sandy blonde hair; his honey eyes seemed to widen marginally, enough to clue me in on his concern.

I sat up, setting my beer on the coffee table. I slid along the cold leather of the sofa
, willing the frigid fabric to affect my dick. No such luck.

I leaned my elbows on my knees and bent closer to my beta. Mark’s
gaze met mine, knowing it was going to be important if his alpha lifted off the couch for the first time today other than to get another beer. “I’ve jerked off ten times in the last two days, and not once has my cock laid limp afterwards. There’s a constant fire in my balls that only she can put out. If that wasn’t bad enough, my wolf is damn near shredding my insides trying to claw its way out so he can run and claim her. It’s been hell trying to rein him in when our mate is less than a block away, a dessert teasing us with her delicious scent all day and night. You compound those on top of dealing with maintenance issues for all our investment buildings, accounting questions, pack concerns and every other fucking load of crap anyone wants to drop on my door step and you can see why I can’t be a nice person right now.”

I snatched the beer off the coffee table and
chugged the rest of what was in the bottle. I wished I could drown my wolf, stop the incessant clawing between mewls that mimicked a damn pussy; he was trying everything he could, hell bent on breaking me down and forcing my body to surrender to the change.

Mark watched me closely, considering me. He was a man who usually thought before he spoke, so this was nothing new. Abruptly he stood. “Eventually you’re going to cave. Either you get close to her now while you’re still thinking somewhat coherently, or you get close to her as a wild beast who, regardless of whether you claim her or not, will certainly chase her off.”