Possessive Mine Novels & Stories

She stared into his mud colored eyes with her emerald ones. “Why do you not want to be my mate?” He asked. Melissa shook her head. She thought he must already know, she fought hard to say it, but there would be no point keeping it from him. He will find out really soon. She turned her neck to the side, patting her long black hair to the side for him to see the unmistakable birthmark on the back of her neck. “I am an Omega.”

I swallowed, “In a way.” “Why?” “We already have so much happening here,” I responded, being truthful about my reason for the first time, “I don’t want to put Lisa in danger’s way. The first rule of war is to grab the Luna. I can’t let anything happen to Lisa.” “You have got it all wrong,” he chuckled dryly, “The Luna makes the pack stronger, she brings power to the pack. Luna’s are connected to the energy of the moon, and once she and the Alpha are together, the pack only grows stronger.”

He replied staring at the stone. "Me..." I couldn't believe I said it out loud. But somehow it wasn't so surprising. I was a witch...the daughter of Aphrodite. The goddess of beauty. How could I not be a witch? "No." "Yes! But it's true!" "Not possible." He whispered. "But-" "If the Moon Goddess gave you a sign, she must have been doing a favor to you. Otherwise, she wouldn't have given you a gift." "I don't know about that, but I did receive a message from her telling me to bring a man who could help me find my mate."

I say in spite of the way I still long for his touch and crave his dominance. "You're right, it shouldn't have," he states in a frank tone. "But it did. And now I want more."

"All mine, love." Luna nodded as her face was hidden in his neck. the pleasure took over her as he thrust deep inside her. "all yours daddy." Arthur's mind was filled with a primal, possessive need as he drove his body into hers, claiming her fully as his. He held her close, his hands roaming across her skin, needing to touch every inch of her. "Mine," he whispered again, his voice almost a growl. "You belong to me, and I'm not letting you go."

His eyes were dark, intense, and filled with a raw possessiveness that made my stomach flip. He trailed a finger through the mess on my stomach, a mixture of my sweat and his lube, before bringing it to his mouth and sucking it clean. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a possessive whisper. “You’re Mine.” — The night stretched on like it never wanted to end.

His eyes held mine, and I could see the possessiveness hidden behind them. “You are mine now. Make sure you don’t forget that.” I swallowed hard. “I won’t.”

"Yes, curse, rant, hate. None of it changes that yer mine, lil wench. A perfect piece for me to fill. I own you, Little Raven." "And this." He planted hard into me to emphasize what he was telling me he possessed.

"Does my possessiveness really bother you that much? Is hearing that you’re mine so bad?" Andriel’s questions came between kisses along Taylor’s neck, his touches unraveling Taylor’s focus. "No, it’s not," Taylor replied, a faint moan escaping as Andriel’s hand gripped his ass. "Then understand this and burn it into your mind: you’re mine, Taylor, only mine," Andriel said, his voice a possessive growl. A soft bite on Taylor’s shoulder followed, pulling a moan from his lips. The earlier argument had been rough, but hearing Andriel whisper his possessiveness in his ear sent a fresh wave of arousal through Taylor.

They keep saying it like it’s a declaration. Like it holds power. “Mine.” As if I’m a piece of territory to be claimed. As if I’m some prize they found in the ruins of a battlefield. First Marcus, then Sebastian—both so different, and yet… echoing the same possessive word. Mine. But here’s the truth neither of them understands yet. It’s not them who owns me. It’s me… who owns them.