Romance Novels With Jealous Possessive Heroes Novels & Stories

The relief washes over me and I lean in and press my lips against hers, kissing her deeply, passionately, as though she's been mine forever. "I'm sorry," I whisper. "I don't know what came over me just then. Normally I'm not a jealous man. I haven't even been with a woman in years. But you, Irina...you do something to me. You bring out a possessive side in me that I've never felt before with anyone. The thought of another man being with you...it drove me crazy." Irina smiles with her eyes, but her lips remain slightly open as if waiting for my kiss. She stares back at me, not answering immediately, and the moment hangs in the air like a blade ready to fall upon my neck.

Me: She is. Marcus: Goodnight, Sir Me: Goodnight. I set the phone down, regretting why she ever had to come to New York only for me to share her The jealousy is already stirring. Small. Quiet. But there. Tomorrow she'll be with him. Or Julian. Someone who isn't me. My jaw tightens. I don't want to share. The thought is ugly. Possessive. Everything I promised I wouldn't feel. But I feel it anyway. What if she likes them more? What if she leaves? What if I'm not enough?

I leaned in and kissed him—not the gentle, hesitant kisses we’d shared lately, but a kiss that was desperate, hungry, and full of all the truths I couldn't say out loud. ​For a heartbeat, he resisted, his body stiff with the remnants of his anger. Then, with a low growl that vibrated against my lips, he broke. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me so close I could feel the heat of him through the fabric. ​He lifted me onto the bed, his touch possessive and urgent, as if he were trying to memorize the feel of me before I walked out of his life. In the dark of the room, as the city lights blurred outside, I gave him everything. Every touch was an "I'm sorry," and every breath was an "I

Her lips turn soft and wet, glistening with saliva, easing the knot in my chest. I underestimated her pull on me. I knew she'd never be just mine, prepared to share, but seeing Kieran's necklace, seeing her protect it, my possessiveness and jealousy burn out of control. I want to claim her, mark her with my scent, make her mine alone—not even my brothers get a piece! But that's just a fantasy. Kieran beat me to her, Daegan's right behind, and who knows how many more in the future. Fuck, I want to lock her up.

He kissed me passionately and possessively, as if he wanted to consume what was his! Is he jealous?

I'd always think with my brain, cold logic over foolish emotion. What a lie. Both my fucking brain, heart, and mind were filled with her—Juliette, my mate, my everything. Goddess knows just how much I wanted to rip apart anyone who'd ever hurt her, even in the slightest. Dante with his filthy hands on her neck, I'd tear them limb from limb if I could, bathe in their blood just to see her smile without shadows in her eyes. Watching tears fall from her cheeks earlier, unaware as she poured out her pain, had cracked something primal inside me. It awakened the beast that other alphas whispered about in hushed tones—the jealousy, the possession that burned like silverfire.

Elies couldn’t walk down the hallway without hearing whispers and seeing curious stares. She found refuge at her usual table with Jenna, who was doing her best to cheer her up. “Honestly, Damien’s possessiveness is kind of… hot,” Jenna admitted, earning a glare from Elies. “I’m just saying! He’s like one of those brooding bad boys in romance novels.” “He’s insufferable,” Elies muttered, stabbing her salad with unnecessary force. “Maybe,” Jenna said with a shrug. “But he’s clearly into you.” “That doesn’t make it okay,” Elies argued.

“Jealous?” “What? Of course not!” I exclaimed. “Why would I have a problem with that? It’s just… preference.” “It’s called being possessive,” he corrected me. “That’s what mates are with each other. That’s why you have a problem. It’s flattering.” “Flattering?” I asked in disbelief, noticing the satisfied smile on his face, which annoyed me. “Or maybe it’s because every time we’re together from now on, who’s to say you won’t start comparing me to the many she-wolves you’ve been with? Or sneak out to be with one of them?”

“Next time you're in the heat, kiss her.” Jesus. My wolf is an idiot. “She doesn't even know we're mates,” I reminded. Dante was quiet for a while. As if in thoughts. “Do we like her? She's feisty and really tender too.” “I don't want to have anything to do with her, Dante. And that woman isn't tender. She's a beast.” “Brother, you've gotta fix that jealousy. Seems someone doesn't like his women taking the lead all the time.” “I'm the Alpha okay, and Roxanne she's just the psychopath I brought into my life with my own hands,” I said in frustration.

' I howled in my head. Even my wolf felt jealous… I could feel a pang of jealousy surging through me as I made eye contact with the girl. She immediately bowed her head as she guessed I might have heard what she said. If my eyes could burn someone, with the look I gave her, her ashes would be seeped away by winds now. ‘What's wrong with me? Why am I being possessive over him? This is just a marriage without love. It's more like a contract to me, why am I feeling possessive if another woman wants him.’ I began to think normally again.