Page 75 of Possessive Alpha

“Ty. Be serious. You cannot leave me like this.”

My nose itches again, and I wiggle it.

“Itchy?” Ty asks.

I nod.

He gets up, sits beside me, and rubs my nose.

“Thanks. Now you’ve done that, you can untie me.”

He does not untie me. He kisses my lips. Then my chin. My jaw… and then he starts heading south.

“Ty?” My voice is breathless.

“You didn’t think I was going to tie you to a bed and not do something about it, now did you?” He peers up from my breasts, his warm breath making my nipples pebble.

“Something like what?” As if I can’t guess with that heated look in his eyes as I forget all about my urgency to break my restraints.

“Something like make use of the fact I have you exactly how I want you.” He kisses my breast, draws my nipple into his mouth, and gently suckles.

I throw my head back and moan, shifting restlessly on the bed. “Ty!”

“Or.” He kisses a slow, steady path down between my breasts and over my belly before he lifts his head to peer up at me. “I could stop this so I can untie you?”

I shiver slightly as I stare down the length of my body, his warm breath blowing hot air over my core. “You’re not playing fair.”

His smile is boyish and determined all at once. “When it comes to you, sweetheart, I don’t play. I’m all serious.”

He lowers his head and buries his face between my thighs.

People are in this house with us, and I have to be quiet.

You can’t scream or moan because they will know exactly what Ty is doing to you.

Yet, that piece of knowledge does nothing to silence my moans and loud begging as Ty sets my body on fire one slow, deep, and thorough lick at a time.

When I’ve come down from my climax and blink my eyes open, Ty is staring at me in a way that makes me nervous. “Ty?”

His fingers grip my chin, angling my head up, and he brushes my hair from my throat. I know what he’s about to say before he speaks. “I can’t let you walk away from me again.”

He means to bite me. To claim me. Permanently.

“No.” I search his face. “Clara wants to leave and you want to stay. You’ve settled here. Made this place home. I can’t ask you to?—”

He leans toward me. “And did it ever cross your mind that maybe, just maybe, I would follow you? That you would not need to ask me to do anything that I wasn’t ready and willing to do myself.”

“You’re settled here. It’s not fair that?—”

His expression is so fierce I would think he hated me if I wasn’t so sure he loved me. “You are the reason I am settled here, Martha. You. With you gone, this place is just a house, and I am just a shifter looking for the part of him I’ve been looking for all this time.”

I stare at him.

He stares back.

Suddenly, or maybe not suddenly, I know I can’t have this conversation while tied to a bed. “Please untie me.”

He partially shifts his right hand and uses his claws to cut through the straps of the belt, freeing me at once.

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