Are You Mine Novels & Stories

"You — please — I belong to you—" "And will you let anyone else touch you?" "No." She shook her head desperately. "No, Damien. Never. I won't — I promise — please—" "Who," he said softly, his lips brushing her jaw, "is the only one who gets to have you?" "You." The word came out like a prayer. "Only you. You and no one else — Damien—" The vibrator roared back to life. His fingers began to move. Hard. Deep. Relentless. His pace climbed and she stopped forming words entirely — there was nothing left but sensation and his name and the headboard rattling above her and the coil inside her pulling so tight she couldn't breathe—

said Sherly sincerely. "I love you more. You are only mine, and I would risk anything to protect what is mine, it will always be that way."

"You are mine and only mine. You body and soul...your mind... Its all mine!" "Im yours! Take me all...please...now!" I begged.

His fingers still deep inside me, he growls into my ear, “Tell me, you're mine! I don’t even think about my answer, the word quietly falling from my lips unbidden and honest. “Am Yours"I say and i see the flash in the depths of his eyes though his expression doesn’t change, and then he presses a gentle kiss to my neck before whispering in my ear, so soft I almost miss it, the breath of absolution upon his soul. “Mine

Megan is mine. She's always been mine. And I'm not letting her go. I just can't lose her to anyone else.

She turned her head toward him and thought of something to tease him. "You know omegas always look for love, so if you change someday, I will look for someone else, you know." She joked and chuckled. She felt him turn her body around to face him. She looked into his eyes. He leaned into her face. "I will never change, and I know you will never leave me. Because..." He paused and smiled at her. He kissed her forehead and said, "You Are Mine, Omega."

he kissed me again “you’re mine” I smirked “prove it”

“is mine.” Unable to form words, I could only shake my head in denial. “You are my mate. And that makes this part of you, mine. As is every part of you.” And what of you? Something inside me demanded. Do you then become mine, to possess whenever I wish? But I was too angry, or too gutless, to ask. “I’m not!” I shouted in fury.

She’s mіnе. Shе’ѕ bееn mine since we wеrе tееnаgеrѕ. The thought of саllіng аnd аѕkіng for hіѕ help іѕ іmроѕѕіblе. Nоt when hе hаѕ her wіth him. I’m nоt gоіng to be thаt guу.

Me three. ***