Desired By The Possessive Alpha Novels & Stories

The idea of sharing her, of watching another male pleasure her, of taking her together… it stoked a different, darker fire in my gut. I tightened my grip on her hip, my cock giving a thick twitch inside her. “Are you asking your Alpha for permission to be shared?” She shivered, her eyes darkening with pure need. “I’m asking my Alpha if he wants to see me used. For his pleasure. For your pack’s pleasure.” Fuck. The raw, honest desire in her words undid me. I claimed her mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss. “Call him,” I growled against her lips. “Now.”

He had to pause and think about that for a moment, “I really don’t know. I just know I want you and only you and I will kill anyone that tries to take you from me or keep you from me.” So he’s being a possessive Alpha. Cool. “Just…think on it, and let me know your decision.” “What if I say no? Am I free to leave?” He glared at me, “Just think about it, please?”

It was so good that he could die. Liam was no different, his eyes were full of wanting to mark his prey, toy with him, make Davi’s body smell like his, and conquer him as his own. All alphas are like this, the feeling of possessing one's beloved is stronger than anything and they will act on it. He had been wishing to mark him since before The itchy fangs reminded him that he needed to possess the omega in his arms. With Davi’s words, his desire kept getting stronger, “Baby… mmm,” his voice was a combination of a moan and a light growl.

I leaned down and kissed him. “I’ll tell you an interesting fact about the shifter realm, something you should know about alphas. It’s a topic for one of our next classes anyway, It's also a well known fact, so I can tell you.” I grabbed his jaw and stroked it. “Alphas are incredibly possessive, and when we get a hold of something we want, it’s almost impossible to ever let go. It’s one of the cruel baser natures of our kind. You are something I want.” I knelt down and placed my forehead directly against his.

"Being an alpha is something you shouldn't force someone to be. If you choose to be one with all your heart, then you must be willing to die for your pack members. Now drop this conversation, and let's go do something fun." "Okay, but my parents, I want to bring them from Davie pack. Please, can I bring them?" Lucas kissed her and said, "Of course, we will send word to Alpha Daryl for them." "Thank you, my love."

She was a human but she had all the qualities of a good Luna. But what l was doing niggled me. That meant that l was losing control. I had to slow down so that I didn't break her to far. I was feared and respected Alpha , weakness wasn't for me. The crying herself on top of me was total shit. I had never wanted that. When it meant that am done , l was done but with her l wanted to hold her afterwards , feel her tears hit my chest and whisper comforting words in her ear.

“This is the second day you've been in the Pack. How could you have such a great desire for me in just a short time?” “Oh, Aurora…” He laughed, leaning in further and his lips brushed mine. “It takes only a minute for a man to decide whether he wants you or not. I am not just any man. I am an Alpha, I want you. And I will have you.” He scrunched his nose, a proud smile spreading on his face. The pride an Alpha had, had never been so sexy to me like this moment. To take possession, to grasp what one wanted. Semion knew how to do just that.

MARCUS POV The conference room reeked of stale coffee and territorial aggression, six pack alphas arguing over border disputes like they hadn't been fighting about the same goddamn lines for decades. "If we could just return to the proposed treaty terms," I said for the third time, my patience wearing dangerously thin. "The northern passage access in exchange for hunting rights—" "Your pack has been encroaching on our territory for months," Alpha Cordell interrupted, slamming his fist on the table. "We're not negotiating shit until you pull your wolves back."

Her arm was looped tightly, possessively, through his. "Before my son takes the sacred oath of the Alpha," Magnus’s booming voice echoed off the high rafters, silencing the rowdy crowd instantly, "he must present a pure, undivided lineage. A true Alpha cannot carry the weakness of a flawed, unbonded soul. The Moon Goddess, in her wisdom, sometimes tests us with burdens. But a leader must choose his pack over all else." A cold dread, far worse than any morning sickness, seized my chest. The silver platter in my hands suddenly felt as heavy as lead.

I ask. "Your old pack appears to be looking for you,” She says. "Well, I'm not surprised,” I comment, taking the notice and looking down at it. “Elseway they can’t claim me dead and appoint a new Alpha … This is funny,” Fire Moon looks confused. “What?” "This…,” I point to the drawing of me, which is situated underneath a headline reading: MISSING Alpha, “Our Beta drew this.” “Your beta?” She asks. Cana growls angrily.