Possessive Behavior Ao3 Novels & Stories

I nearly collapse at the amount of pleasure I felt just by being inside her. "You're mine." I said in a rough possessive tone as my c*ck break through her maidenhead. Her thighs shook, a painful gasp slips past her lips and those beautiful violet eyes stared at me with submission. My wolf howled in pleasure. I nearly came undone just by the look she sent me. It was almost enough to send me over the edge. Her lips part, red from my kisses and nibbles. "I'm yours Ares. All of me." Ought - need/should

" He asked impatiently. A yes or a no. I looked at him, already staring me. Then my face changed into one of the biggest smiles as I jumped on him and threw my arms around his neck. "Of course!" I said, nodding my head like a crazy person. He just laughed at my behavior and wrapped his arms around me, tightly. "I love you too, Ace." I whispered as he pushed the ring in my finger. And I meant it. Deep from my heart. I was sure of one thing. He loved me from the start. He loved me when I didn't even know about him. I had been and will always be only his. His Possession. _______________________________________________________________________ THE END.

If that leads him to believe me, I'll do it. "No, I still call you however I want," he replied, so I looked at him, raising a brow while he looked at my eyes. "Whatever!" I replied, and it was his turn to chuckle like my Kaiser did. Then I felt his arms behind me before he pulled me closer to him. "You are only mine and mine alone," he said, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His possessiveness matches my mate, but there's something more in him. He was obsessed, which I hated the most. Being possessive and obsessed are two different things. I can tolerate my mate's possessiveness but can't stand having an obsessed mate.

The possessive fire there didn’t frighten her; it ignited her. "Mine," he declared, the word a vow etched in primal need. He thrust. Not a slow entry, but one powerful, claiming stroke that buried him to the hilt inside her tight, fluttering heat. Anya’s cry wasn’t of pain, but of overwhelming sensation, the incredible, burning stretch as her body yielded to his girth, the profound filling as his thick cock impaled her, claiming her depths. He was huge, stretching her exquisitely, filling her warm, wet hole completely, a perfect, demanding fit that sparked fresh fire along her nerves. He set an immediate, brutal, possessive rhythm, each powerful thrust driving her higher, grinding the base o

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After the incident, I fired them all. But Keagan’s face darkened, his jaw clenching. Gone was the easygoing comfort. This was the Alpha, dominant and annoyed rearing its head. A predator with possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine. “You are mine to protect.” he growled, pinning me with a heated glare. “Besides, I wasn’t asking you for permission.” His possessiveness, the way he claimed me with his pheromones was turning intoxicating…and toxic. It was everything I needed to avoid. I wouldn’t fucking tolerate his alpha posturing. This wasn’t a pack and I wasn’t his omega.

“I knew it! I knew you had a possessive streak in you! I refused to believe you were so docile.” I heard Sable laughing behind me. “I didn’t think my son’s mate would be docile, Melanny.” Now I’m blushing. My mother-in-law, the queen no less, just heard me get jealous. Can the ground please swallow me whole now? But Sable puts me at ease immediately, “Ivana, I would be more concerned if you weren’t possessive. I’m very possessive of Jaxon. He is even more possessive of me. Look around at fated mates and the behaviors are all the same. We are territorial with each other. It’s extremely rare for it to be otherwise."

He looked down at me, his eyes dark and intense before burrowing his face in my neck and inhaling my scent, blowing his breath over my skin to make sure I have his scent on my skin, effectively claiming what he believes is his. “You’re my mate Kara, you can’t be dancing with other men.” he growled lowly. “Can the possessive bullshit Silas. I am not your property, I am free to dance with who I please. It’s a harmless dance. I will not tolerate any possessive behaviour. We are not fully mated and I still can't bring myself to trust you. Don’t make it worse by acting like you own and control me.” I growled back at him firmly.

He was still holding me from my waist to keep me steady. He licked my cock slowly through long strides. "Tell me who you belong to? Who owns you?" I didn't say anything and he continued to tease me. I couldn't take it anymore. "Allen, please. Who owns you?" I looked at him and saw the vulnerability in his eyes. "You. Sebestian. You own me." He nearly sobbed and took me back into his mouth. Bobbing his head on me, fuck I was losing it. I couldn't let him stop. I needed to spill.

“Not drunk, Little Bird. But it is my goal to make you so addicted to me and my cock that you’ll end up craving my touch when I am not around. I plan to spend so much time buried inside you, you’ll ache down there when I am not inside you. The moment I step out of our villa, you will seek me out like an addict searching for their next fix. I’m going to fall asleep with my cock inside of you every night, that way you’ll become as obsessed with me as I am with you.” Any normal girl in my position would feel horrified by Aces’ declaration, but lucky for him, I’m not your normal kind of girl. I’ve come to realise that in the world we live in, having a man who is overly possessive of you is a goo