Possessive Behavior Ao3 Mga Nobela at Kwento

“It’s good to know I have no competitor because I hate sharing what belongs to me. Rightfully” I know how possessive I sound now, but I can’t care less. My mate just informed me I’m all alone in the race to win her heart, body, and soul. I lick my lips, my vision getting filled with an intense cloud of lust that rakes my entire body. Fuck! ‘I guess…’ Oh, baby sugar. You’re mine to own, dominate, and feast on to my utmost pleasure. The innate desire for this daring woman has a thrilling shiver race down to my groin and I press my thighs together, loving every feel of it.

"Our pack members are uncomfortable." "Nonsense we are werewolf, they understand." He said while making his hands travel from my legs to my core. I hit his hand but he just growled at me. "Don't do that. My wolf is itching to touch you more and more. We are becoming more and more possessive and aggressive at the same time." "But I'm yours and I'm not going away." "You can say that but we feel different. Stallion feels different. We lost our mate once; we don't want to happen that again."

My breathing is ragged,pissed off that he stopped. “You can’t fully claim me as yours” “You act as if that’s gonna stop me.I think you underestimate just how far I’ll go to prove that you’re mine now.” I just wanted him to continue so I gave in. “I’m…yours”. “Damn right.Mine.Now and always Tiana.” The way he says it feels less like possession and more like a vow.

I got closer to AJ's face and he swallowed hard, fear was all over his face. " DOIMAKEMYSELFCLEAR?" After threatening them, I left to look for her. I had to see her. I needed some time alone with her after what happened at the restaurant. There is so much that needs to be said and I needed to take her somewhere where we could be alone and somewhere where she couldn't run from me. I could read her like a book. I knew she was shocked at my behavior. I myself am quite shocked, too. I don't know what it is about her that makes me so possessive.

I could see it now, clear as day—the shift in his attitude, the reason behind the sudden possessiveness, the way his patience had snapped. This wasn’t about fate. This wasn’t about us. It was about control. Power. And he was willing to do whatever it took to claim both. His fingers trailed lower, and my breath hitched despite myself. I hated that reaction. Hated that my body still responded, even when my mind screamed against it. Ansel smirked, leaning in, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, “Fight all you want, little wolf, but in the end—you’re mine.”

Forth POV Their relationship could never be for the week. Forth is possessive, dominating and obsessed with Beam on another level. Beam is jealous, needy and stubborn. But their relationship was so toxic but it worked for them. At this point every girl in the school as the two school knew he had his wifey on the loose and his faculty knew to not touch what was his. Beams gorgeous skin bore marks of his love, both possessive enough that sex between two became so addicting. They hungered for each other all the time but still unless Beam was at the throws of passion he denied being his boyfriend and it did bother him.

The trait was already present in Wolf, but it seemed to be intensifying. "Is that..." Zoe didn't know how to respond. She knew possessive behavior was a red flag, but she couldn't dismiss the pleasant feeling when Wolf said it so clearly. It felt like a sin, but it tasted sweet. Zoe felt like a stray cat on the street, then someone picked her up and embraced her, promising comfort. "Do you still want that divorce letter?" Wolf asked, turning off his cigarette, then opening a candy wrapper from his pocket and chewing as he walked towards Zoe. He was more interested in Zoe, who seemed lost in her thoughts.

Jamiel and Heriel gave me the assurance he was going to be fine, still I don’t want this seagull touching my husband. This feeling of possessiveness should be because of my heat; no omega or alpha likes their other half being in contact during their cycle. That is what these feelings are, I am never possessive of any fucking human. She tried touching him once more and I growled, I fucking growled, not the cute growl, I snapped at her, yes Charlie, you are doomed badly. This bitch is dying.

“You’ve been denying me this pussy, Hailey, but it’s mine now. I’ll fuck you as fast or slow as I want. Do you hear me?” “Yes,” I whisper. “You clamp around my cock every time I remind your pussy who it belongs to.” He keeps thrusting, keeps imprinting the feel of him into my very soul. “You like it when I get possessive.” I want to deny it. This feels like a different kind of dangerous. But I can’t deny the truth. “I like feeling owned by you.” Paxton’s expression changes, something flickering in those dark eyes that I can’t put a name to. “I should finish inside you, should send you back to Dimitri all filled up with my come.”

“I lo—“ I caught myself before I could say those words. Some part of my brain was still working thankfully. “I’ll be gentle,” I whispered against her ear. I drew my fingers out, almost full out of her. I could feel the wetness covering every part of my hand that was touching her. She was wet, and still getting wetter. I penetrated her again, it was a bit easier but the feeling still drove me and my wolf mad. His possessiveness is growing. After finding out we were the only men to have touched her. He was having this crazy need to make sure we remain the only ones forever.