Page 37 of Possessive Alpha

Again I try to escape. Again he stops me. His gaze is intense. “You can’t run forever.”

“I’m not trying to run,” I lie. “You’re pushing and I can’t… I’m not…”

Ready.

The word hangs in the air between us.

He nods once. “You need time.”

I’m not sure what I need, but I don’t think that thing is time.

“Maybe,” I say, needing to say something.

He continues to peer down at me.

Then, without warning, he tugs me close and kisses me softly on the lips, breaking it far sooner than I would like. “And you owe me a scream.”

I blink at him. “A scream?”

His eyes are dark. “The same one you were going to let loose when you were full of me.”

I stare at him, and my panties are suddenly no longer as dry as I’d like them to be.

He dips his head and kisses me again, a longer, sweeter version of the first that I return. Instantly. “And I intend to collect on that scream, sweetheart.”

He walks away as I’m still struggling to use my brain.

“Martha?” Clara calls out. She must have finished breakfast to have come looking for me. “Are we still going to the store?”

“Sure.” I straighten and head toward my sister, who is bouncing her far-too-interested blue gaze between me and Ty. “Just need to change first.”

“Your outfit?” She wrinkles her nose as she takes in my jean shorts and T-shirt.

I fully understand her confusion. I changed twenty minutes ago, so there’s no reason to be changing again so soon.

“Hmmm.”

Not my outfit. My panties.

Just my panties.

Clara holds a pink babydoll slip to my chest. “This is cute.”

I bat it aside. “We didn’t actually come lingerie shopping. And no. It’s completely see-through.”

Her eyes sparkle. “I don’t think Ty would have a problem with it being see-through.”

I spin around to hide my blush. “Well, I do. Do you have enough socks? How about we get us some more socks?”

“You spent the night with him, didn’t you?”

I briefly pause with my hand on a rack. “Socks, Clara. What color?”

“It’s okay if you did. I’m hardly going to shame you for spending the night with a super-hot guy,” Clara says.

“Me neither,” a woman shopping beside us adds. “Can’t say I’m not a little jealous, though. The dating scene is rough.”

Clara nods her agreement. “Well, I’m staying single forever. I have a vibrator, so?—”

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