You Are Mine Novels & Stories

"You are mine and only mine. You body and soul...your mind... Its all mine!" "Im yours! Take me all...please...now!" I begged.

Mount on her until she could no longer yearn other men. She was mine to have. Mine to claim. Mine to mark. My mate. My possession. MINE!!

“You are mine.” It repeated like a mantra in his brain. Was his stepfather talking about him? Did he still see a future with him? Perhaps this sex was all an act for Heidi to distract her? ‘You are mine.’ “You are mine.” “You are mine.” ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’ ‘You are mine.’

“You—only you—” He catches my wrists, pins them above my head with one hand, his other going straight to my belly again. To the tiny life inside is Ours. “You’re mine,” he growls, his rhythm brutal and beautiful. “You fucking hear me? You’re mine. Every inch of you. Every breath. Every fucking moan.” “Yes—yes, I’m yours—” “You think I’ll let you go now?” he hisses, thrusting harder, deeper. “You think there’s a world where I don’t own every second of your life?”

She turned her head toward him and thought of something to tease him. "You know omegas always look for love, so if you change someday, I will look for someone else, you know." She joked and chuckled. She felt him turn her body around to face him. She looked into his eyes. He leaned into her face. "I will never change, and I know you will never leave me. Because..." He paused and smiled at her. He kissed her forehead and said, "You Are Mine, Omega."

I took off his shorts for him and sucked his d**k slowly and I loved how he responded to me, “Uurgh, that feels good, yeah, I’m never letting you go, Layla. That’s it, take it in.” He placed me on the bed gently, spread my legs and winked at me, gosh, I needed him inside of me badly and when he inserted his d**k in my pu**y, I moaned so loud, “ummmm.” “You are mine, say it.” He said banging me slowly as he followed the sound of the music playing in the background. “I’m yours.” “Again.” “I’m yours, hummm.” “Mine, now I will make you feel good like a woman.”

Her stifled gasp, her body arching beneath mine, were the only things that existed for me. “You’re mine,” I repeated like a mantra, with every thrust, with every sway of my hips. “Mine, Lyra. Forever.”

“In this building, you are my secretary. My employee. And I will not tolerate you playing the victim or seeking attention from mediocre men who have no idea what they are touching. Is that clear to you?” ​Her face is millimeters from mine. I can see the vein pulsing in her neck and the way her lips tighten. This isn't normal jealousy; it’s the jealousy of an owner over a valuable piece of property. And the most disturbing part of all is that, beneath my indignation, I feel a spark of pleasure at her possessiveness. My treacherous body responds to her proximity, and my eyes involuntarily drop to her mouth. ​“It’s clear to me,” I whisper, my voice failing me again.

I paused between her thighs, my body heavy above hers, my gaze lifting to meet hers, holding her captive with the raw heat in my eyes. “You’re mine, Amara,” I said again, my voice rough and low, a primal declaration that resonated through the quiet room. “Every inch of you. And I’m going to remind every part of you—every cell, every nerve ending, every broken memory—who you belong to. Who claims you. Tonight, there is only us.”

"This pussy. This body. This bond. All mine." "Yours," I sobbed. "God, yes, yours" "And Rowan's. And Lucien's. And Asher's." His hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back. "You belong to all of us. But right now, at this moment, you're mine. Say it." "I'm yours, Kael. Only yours….fuck!" He'd changed the angle, hitting that spot inside me that made stars explode.