Page 77 of Possessive Alpha

Ty slowly nods, as if he plucked the words—my thoughts—right out of my mind.

“Now you have me.”

“I’m not just going to hand over all responsibility to you.”

“I’m not asking you to hand over responsibility. We’re partners, so that means we lean on each other.”

“You’re asking a lot from me,” I tell him.

He shakes his head. “I’m not asking nearly enough. You’re so strong I don’t think you need me, but I’d like for you to need me anyway.”

And this is the reason I cry all the time.

This man makes me feel far, far too much.

I move to straddle him and his eyes go half-lidded.

“Martha…”

I kiss the corner of his mouth, turning my face away when he tries to kiss me back. “I haven’t decided what I want to do with you yet.”

He breathes my name when I trail my kisses over his jaw and head toward his throat.

His Adam’s apple bobs as I squirm in his lap, and he groans when I kiss his pulse.

“Martha…” I feel the vibration of that hungry groan against my breasts and I sigh. It feels good. Better than good. So I do it again.

“Sandalwood, crisp mountain air, and something else I desperately need.” I breathe against his skin as I drag his scent into my lungs. “That’s how you smell to me.”

“And how do you need me?”

“Any way I can get you,” I whisper and gently, ever so gently, bite down at the junction of his neck and shoulder. His cock jumps between my thighs, thickening.

“Untie me.” His voice is devastatingly gentle.

When I pull my face from his throat and take in his eyes, the passion there would drive me to my knees if I wasn’t already on them.

Every muscle, from his jaw to his chest to his forearms, is tight. Straining. Like it’s taking him everything to hold himself still.

“Untie me, sweetheart.”

“You don’t need me to untie you,” I remind him.

He could do it himself.

“No,” he concedes. “But I do need your trust and your faith. Told you I was in your hands, and I am. Until you set me free, I’m yours to do with.”

I watch him, conscious this big, powerful alpha has put himself in my hands. Literally. Mine to do anything I want. The thought is so incredibly arousing, I’m not sure I ever want to let him go. But there’s something we haven’t spoken about yet. “Will you bite me?”

He doesn’t blink, but in a split second, his wolf is right there in his eyes, possessive and fierce. “Yes. So if this isn’t what you want, you’d be better off getting up and walking out of here.”

“You’d follow.”

“You’re my mate. There isn’t any place on earth I wouldn’t follow you.”

Some women might find the idea of a man going to such lengths wrong. If it were any other man, I’d run right out the door and never look back.

But Ty is mine. And he’s saying he will always stay mine, even if I turned around and walked away.

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