Page 78 of Possessive Alpha

Keeping my eyes fused to his, I scoot back, lift my hips slightly, and sink down, taking him inside of me.

His harsh groan fills the room. But he doesn’t break the cotton restraints he could remove with one flex of his muscles.

When I’ve taken him into my body, I peel my eyes open and reach for his restraints, freeing his right hand, then turning to release his left.

His right hand circles my wrist, halting me. “Be sure, sweetheart.” His voice is thick with his desire. “Once you’ve untied that, I’m making you mine. Forever.”

I pause.

I’m burning up inside from having him buried so deep. But I take a second to think about what I want, what I need, and about how I spent so many years always thinking about Clara. Never me.

Always wanting. Never having.

“The person I always needed was you,” I say and break the restraint from his left wrist. “I want you to bite me.”

I lift my chin and close my eyes, waiting for him to make me his forever.

For the longest moment, nothing happens. And then he slowly turns me, places me on my back, and his lips touch mine in a soft, brief kiss.

My eyes fly open in surprise. “You didn’t bite me.”

“Did you think that’s all I wanted to do to you, mate?” he groans.

I hold his gaze, and I’m still holding it when he takes my wrists one at a time, pins them over my head, and keeps them there before he eases his hips away and drills into me.

Slowly. Deliberately. Perfectly. My body slides up the bed with each lush pump.

There’s no silencing my long moan at such a perfect stroke.

“There’s a scream you silenced before.” He thrusts, his cock hitting me just right. “I need to hear it.”

The scream he has in mind is lost forever, but he creates a new one in me.

One even more potent than how I felt before.

I don’t even try to silence my scream when he changes his grip on my wrist, slips his hand between my body and his, and his fingers find my clit.

I’m still falling when his lips touch my throat. His tongue laps once, and he bites down.

After that, the sun could have smashed into the earth.

Nothing could touch the pleasure that explodes within me.

My back arches. Ty releases his teeth from my throat and hammers into me one last time, straining so deep there’s no part of me he doesn’t fill.

“Mate,” he groans. “Mine.”

CHAPTER 22

We lie in a tangle of arms and legs.

Ty is stroking my back as I nuzzle his throat when I stop and lift my head. “What was it like being a well driller?”

He stops stroking my back. “No I love you?”

My lip twitches. “Why would I tell you that?”

“Because.” He hauls me back into his arms and kisses me on the lips. “When a man makes a woman come apart like that, he expects an I love you for all his?—”

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