Can T Control Myself Novels & Stories

Angry tears that I couldn't stop. "Every time you touch me, I forget everything. Training, responsibilities... everything. All I can think about is more. And I hate it. I hate that I can't control myself around you." Zane spoke quietly. "Inka—" "I'm weak." I looked at each of them. "My body is weak. My mind is weak. My wolf is weak. And worst of all, my self-control around you three is nonexistent. That's on me. But you don't make it easier."

It was not like I had a shortage of women at my disposal, so what exactly was the colour of my problem? I was so angry with myself, and I didn’t even know what to do. The mate bond connection was making me loose control of my senses. I was acting like I was sex-crazed now, and I didn’t like it one bit. Why the fuck does this have to happen to me? I stared down at myself, and I was painfully hard. I had no idea what I was going to do to bring the desire down a bit. I hated feeling so weak and having next to no control.

But it’s probably something I need to learn how to control. “Home. Now,” Forrest orders. He grabs my hand and pulls me with him and I let him. I need to get out of this room and I think the five of us really need to talk about what’s going on with me. I can’t be causing earthquakes every time I get mad. In the moment, it feels amazing. I can feel the power rushing through me. But afterward, I’m always left feeling guilty that it happened. I should have more self-control than that.

JORDAN Discipline. Self-control. Focus. Three things I’ve built my entire life on. I’ve always been a man who knows what he wants. A man who knows when to push and when to pull back. That’s how I’ve trained and conditioned my mind and brain for years. But right now, all my principles feel like fragile glass shattering at my feet. I’m losing control, and it's terrifying because I thrive on control. I lean in my car, trying to recover my composure. I’m always in control of my actions because they are always logical, but I can’t say what happened a few minutes ago in my car was logical.

How can I control myself? Catching my reflection on the surface of the phone in my hand that I had crushed so much, I didn't realize that it had cracked. My eyes were yellow, tinged with red, the nails on the hand clutching the phone had become claws and we're protruding and retracting as if it didn't have a uniform state. 'Control yourself ' my wolf yelps. I turned around and faced the wall, closing my eyes and trying to calm myself. It was not working, it enraged me even more.

It was already 7pm, if I quickly had a shower and dressed up, I would be there around 8pm. I am nervous as this may be the last time I see him... at least for a while. *** Adam Wilson "Everything is over. Completely ruined." I spoke to the shrink. "I did exactly what you asked me to do! In fact, I humiliated myself for that!" I shouted at him before taking a deep breath and calming down. "Relax Adam. What exactly did you do?" What did I do? I lost control. That's what I did. I was blinded by desire and the only thing I had wanted was to devour her. I went too far and she felt... violated.

He sarcastically keeps on putting so much pressure on his words. "I didn't—" "What? Are you still going to reason out it's not you?" "I—I..." I have completely lost the words I wish to say. I wanted to tell him about the fact that I wasn't able to control myself when I shoot him. That my body moves on its own like it has its mind, yet that would only make me look more ridiculous other than pathetic. What left for me to tell then?

It became very difficult for me to control my self. I really wanted to lick that chocolate from her mouth very badly. I fisted my hand becoz it was really very difficult for me to control. I never felt this kind of urge to do something. I closed my eyes to calm down my self. Anyhow I controlled my self, but still that urge was still awake inside of me. Soon after everyone decided to leave , as it was already quite late. But I think these girls don't want to leave our company now. They have some other plans.

I buckled forward and clutched my knees to stop me from falling forward. “Fuck,” Brandon hissed. He marched forward and placed his hand on my back. He forced me to stand. He took my face in his hand and willed me to look up at him. “You need to control yourself,” he ordered. My head throbbed, and my face was wet. I brushed the sides of my eyes. My fingers came back bloody. Not again. What’s wrong with me? “I don’t know why this happens,” I confessed. “You lack discipline and control. Don’t let this happen again. Do you hear me?”

I knew that I had to control myself and that I had to stop making those lewd noises, but I just couldn’t stop myself. --To be continued…