Possessive Behavior Ao3 Novels & Stories

She turned to the board and wrote. I could hardly catch up, since this was clearly for wolves who had evolved while I, I shifted once and never again since then. It was how I knew I was just an omega. "More importantly, your instincts begin influencing your behavior." She turned back to us, her eyes scanning the room. "We wolves are naturally territorial despite these modern times, protective, possessive and pack oriented.” My pen paused as the word. Possessive. And for some reason my mind flashed to Kael's hand around my waist and the way he had tightened around it for a brief second.

He wanted to ensure that every single inch of Bima’s body bore his current, unyielding claim. "Do you have any idea how much I want to permanently lock you up in a place like this?" Arka whispered into Bima’s ear, his voice husky, low, and thick with desire. "So that no one else can see you smile at another guy. So that no one can hear your voice but me." "You’re... crazy possessive, Arka," Bima moaned, his head falling back against the rack as Arka’s hand slithered down to his shorts, touching the bare skin of his thigh with burning, heavy pressure.

There's room for both of us. Paige climbs in. I climb in beside her. "This is ours," she whispers. "This is ours," I say. She falls asleep. Her hand in mine. I stay awake a little longer. Watching the city. Watching her. This is ours. I never thought I'd have this. But now that I do, I'm never letting go.

He breathed deeply and reached for the bottle of whiskey he had left on his desk earlier and poured himself a glass. Swirling the harsh liquid around in his mouth, his mind replayed the moment with irritating clarity. The way her brown, doe eyes looked up at him, the feeling of her skin under his fingertips, and her luscious, full, rosy lips. Those lips that pulled him in and almost made him break character. His grip on the glass tightened. “This is getting out of hand,” he muttered under his breath. He couldn’t make sense of his own actions. He was always in control. He had set boundaries.

It’s a silent, public, possessive claim for all to see. A jolt of heat shoots straight down my spine. My wolf, the shameless bastard, preens at the attention. I like the possessiveness. It’s an anchor in the sudden, swirling anxiety of this reunion. It’s a silent, tactile, 'he's with me' that settles my nerves.

“Okay, okay, jeez relax man. It just a shame that your wife got away, she was such a beautiful beautiful girl, almost like a magnolia in May. I'm hoping I bump into her one day, I'll make her mine.” I grabbed his collar and pressed him on the wall while staring at him with daggers in my eyes. “You will do no such thing. I swear to God if you try anything funny I won't hesitate to skin you alive.” A devilish smirk played at the corner of his lips. “She's not yours, why are you being so overprotective? Come on now, you sound pathetic.” I smiled at his remark. “You're such a funny boy, do you sometimes forget how I am over possessive? Did you ever wonder why Angelo started using crutches to wal

It was obvious now, blatant and undeniable, the possessive dynamic that defined our relationship with Elowen. The casual intimacy of Alaric automatically cutting her food into smaller pieces without even a second thought. The reflexive way I tucked a stray corner of her napkin into her lap. The possessive gesture of Ranon tilting her chin up gently with his thumb to wipe away a smear of maple syrup from her soft lips. Every small touch, every shared glance, screamed possession, a silent declaration to the entire hall. Ours. Ours. Ours. And gods, how the others hated it.

I cringed at the thought that it was bothering me, when it should be completely normal for him to go out with the guys if he wanted to. But our mate bond had me as possessive over him as he was over me. There was a part of me that was darkness too. Apart of me that had a thrill running down my spine everytime his possessive nature reared its head. That craved it and pushed him until it did, until it consumed me. *It's the pull of the blood bond.* My wolf whined. *Let him possess you. He is ours.*

"If you don't want me to go near any female and apply the same rule on you as well. Because if I find you close to any male mother than my liking then you will find with other females more than your liking." . I gasped at his threat. And people say that we werewolves are possessive for our mates. . "Promise me that you will maintain distance with every male.", He insisted. "Promise me that." . I frowned at him, surprised by his possessive nature. The way he was asking to promise this stupid thing made me wonder why was he behaving so strangely? The desperation in his voice was hard to ignore. I was not among those women who would let any male come close to me. Did he consider characterless?

It had me wondering what had happened to him in the past to make him like this. I couldn’t help it if his aloof qualities made him that much more appealing to me though. I smiled at his kind words. This must mean he approves of me. Good. “I really do care for him.” I said back. “I know, I can tell. You and him have a rather strange relationship.” He said, and then he paused for a moment. Then he kept going. “I am a very possessive person. When something is mine, it is fully mine. I’m not one to share.” He said. I fully understood this. I couldn’t imagine his eyes ever actually wandering.