Page 33 of Possessive Alpha

My mouth falls open. I slap my palm over it. Just in time to contain my scream. My back bows and I clench tightly around Ty’s cock.

He curses, slams into me, and then holds me still as he strains, his cock twitching deep within me.

He slumps against me, the door the only thing holding both of us up. For several long minutes, we don’t move. Then Ty straightens, wraps both arms around me, and half stumbles, half staggers to the bed, falling back on it so I’m on top of him.

His hand cups the back of my head. “Jesus, sweetheart, you just stole every bit of strength in me.”

Smiling, I let my eyelids flutter shut with my palm on his still racing heart, the sound—and the feel—exactly what I need to relax me.

I don’t remember falling asleep. We’re no longer hanging off the end of the bed.

We’re under the sheets, Ty the big spoon and I’m the little spoon. From the gap between the curtains, it’s dark enough for it to be the middle of the night.

I lie perfectly still, absorbing my surroundings. The house is quiet. Ty is snoring with his arm hooked around my middle.

Moving slowly, I lift his arm, gently place it on the bed, and slip out from under the sheets.

I know he could wake up any second, and the longer I stand beside his bed, staring into his sleeping face and wishing I could crawl back into his arms and stay there forever, he could wake up and demand to know where I’m going.

But for the longest moment, I study him. Ty.

My mate.

If I’m not careful, he will make demands on me. Clara is itching to leave and Ty is settling in this place, talking of building cabins, of working alongside Jackson to make this pack safer. There’s no choice between him and the little sister I swore I would protect.

There can’t be.

I don’t waste time looking for all my clothes.

Turning away from a softly snoring Ty, I yank on the first thing I trip over and slip out of his room.

As I quietly make my way up to Clara’s and my room, I think about the way I offered up my throat to him. Not once. Not even twice. Over and fucking over again.

If he’d bitten me…

A claiming bite is permanent.

If he’d tied us together forever, then what?

Clara is making the quiet snuffles she always does when she’s deep asleep. She must have come back from setting me up and gone right to bed for her to be sleeping this deeply.

Luckily.

I head straight for the shower, wash off Ty’s scent, and after slipping into my sleep shirt, I creep downstairs to stuff the shirt I was wearing before into the washing machine. If Clara woke, one sniff would tell her exactly what Ty and I got up to.

Since starting the washer in the middle of the night will wake someone up, I make a mental note to turn it on first thing. Then, still moving quietly, I return to my room, slip under my sheets, and close my eyes.

I don’t sleep.

My bed is emptier and colder than it’s ever been before. It’s nothing to the bliss I felt wrapped up in Ty’s arms.

CHAPTER 11

“So what happened last night?” Clara asks as we make our way down the stairs to breakfast. “You totally zoned out when I…”

I tune her out.

Ty is in the dining room. His scent is recent, so he must have come down a couple minutes before us.

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