Possessive Guys Novels & Stories

Jake, standing beside him, echoed the sentiment, his own eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness. "We’re ours, Lila. All of us. Forever. You are the center of our world, the very air we breathe. To think we would willingly leave you is an absurdity." The possessive “ours” hung in the air, a declaration of their unified intent. It wasn’t just a word; it was a brand, a mark of ownership that resonated deep within Lila’s soul. It was a promise of safety, of unwavering devotion, a fortress against the anxieties that gnawed at her. They were hers, and she was theirs, a trinity forged in desire and unbreakable loyalty.

His jaw is clenched tight, but it is not with displeasure, it is with an emotion I have never seen on his face, or maybe he’s never allowed me to see. Possession. Raw and deep and so damn dangerous. But instead of running away from it, I barge straight toward it. I bare my soul and body for it. I want it. His possessiveness. I want every last drop of it. “Fuck, Genevieve. Since when did you learn to say shit like that?” “Since you.” “Me?”

“I only want a good and loyal man in my life, not this overbearing Alphasshole.” “You mean, boring guy?” He laughed out loud. Despite calling him an asshole, he lifted me and put me on his lap. I could still feel the hardness between his thighs. “I really want to tell my pack that you’re my mate and that you are mine.” “See how possessive you are,” I said, unimpressed. “It’s in our nature, baby. You can’t change that.” “But we can control it.” “You haven’t fallen for me. Wait until you do and see if you allow a woman near me without thinking of ripping her throat out.”

“You are all mine now.” I heard Hollis whisper in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me tightly. His possessiveness both scared and excited me, knowing that I was completely under his control. But never had I felt more alive and desired than in that moment, as if his declaration of ownership awakened a primal need within me to submit to him completely. Hollis is possessive, but never did I feel safer in anyone else’s arms. His possessiveness was a sign of his unwavering devotion and commitment to me, making me feel loved and protected in a way I had never experienced before.

Oh. "There's no need to be jealous," I assured him. "I'm not jealous," he said smirking. " Jealous is when you want something someone else has." "Then what are you?" I asked. "Possessive," he answered. "I want what's already mine." My mouth went dry hearing this. Damn, that shouldn't have been as sexy as it was. I finally found my voice. "I'm not a possession," I said shakily. He smiled. "Not yet. You'll come to be mine the same way I am already yours."

Cale. Cale was everything you’d want in a guy – on paper. He was as handsome as they came. Dark brown hair, beautiful grey eyes and a body I would love to get on. He was also the bad boy. And the best part was that he was the Alpha of our pack. Just my luck that I got stuck with an Alpha mate.

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.

“Because I knew it was you I wanted—the moment I had you. And I didn’t want to wait months to have you all to myself. I couldn’t stand knowing another male had touched you where only I’m allowed.” “That’s possessive male talk, you know?” He smiles, scooping me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. “When we find our mate, yes—we’re possessive. Only with her. Only with the female who’s ours.”

In a minute he can calm her down and the very next minute he can make her breathless "Good. And you are exactly doing that." He said and hung the call-up. She was baffled. She could not understand the reason for which he didn't permit her to go, unaware to her, it was because of his possessive nature toward her. He didn't want to share her with ANYONE! He wanted himself to be the center of her thoughts. He wanted every moment of her life to be filled with his memories. He was extremely possessive of her. He desired to imprint this in her mind that she is his and no one else. And this was his mission until there rukhsati to make her completely his.

Liam's lips moved upon mine, his soft lips sucking onto mine, moving in a rhythm that almost brought tears to my eyes. His tongue thrust inside my mouth violently, fucking my mouth and clashing against my tongue, trying to win a battle that did not even have any competition. He pulled back from the kiss only to stare into my eyes, the anger still shining in his eyes like a possessive stance of a violent animal towards its prey. "Tell me you are going to do exactly as I say. Nod your head and tell me that you are not going to go close to that fucking bastard. You are not going to be anywhere near that fucking cunt of a man! Nod your fucking head, baby."