Page 25 of His Possession

The last line twisted like a knife in her chest:

If you see Alexander, tell him to choose his own path. Don’t let him follow your father into the darkness.

Maeve folded the letter slowly, her hands numb as her mind raced. Her father’s reach extended farther than she’d feared, and the thought of Alexander being drawn deeper into his world made her stomach churn. She wanted to believe she’d escaped, that she’d built a life far enough away from her father’s influence, but the attack at the café and this letter had shattered that illusion.

Her gaze drifted to the door that led to Rory’s study. He was in there now, dealing with the aftermath of the ambush, speaking in low, clipped tones to his men. He’d been furious when he found her at the café, but it wasn’t the kind of anger that frightened her. It was the kind that spoke of protection, of resolve.

Maeve stood, the letter still clutched in her hand, and crossed the room. She knocked softly, the sound almost tentative, before pushing the door open.

Rory was standing by the window, his phone in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other. His shoulders were tense, his posture rigid as he ended the call and turned to face her. The sharp edge in his expression softened when he saw her, but the intensity in his eyes remained.

“Maeve,” he said, his voice low and steady. “You should be resting.”

“I can’t,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She held up the letter. “I need to talk to you.”

Rory set his glass down and closed the distance between them in a few long strides. He took the letter from her hand, his brows furrowing as he scanned the words. When he finished, he exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening as he looked back at her.

“He will not touch you,” Rory said, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

Maeve shook her head, tears threatening to spill over. “It’s not just about me. It’s Alexander. My father... he’s pulling him in, and I don’t know how to stop it.”

Rory reached out, his hands resting on her shoulders, careful to avoid her bandaged wound. His touch was firm but grounding, and Maeve felt the first cracks in her composure.

“We’ll deal with Alexander,” Rory said. “And your father. But you need to trust me, Maeve. Let me handle this.”

Maeve’s chin trembled as she met his gaze. “I don’t know how to do this, Rory. How to survive in this world. It feels like every step I take, there’s another trap waiting for me.”

Rory’s hands slid down her arms, his touch steady and warm as he guided her closer. “You don’t have to do it alone,” he said, his voice quieter now. “You have me.”

The words hit her harder than she expected, the truth of them breaking through her defenses. She let out a shaky breath, her hands gripping the front of his shirt as she rested her forehead against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, a rhythm she clung to.

“I’m scared,” she admitted, her voice muffled.

“I know,” Rory said, his hand brushing over her hair. “But you’ll be okay, Maeve. I’ll make damn sure no one takes you from me.”

“And what would Con O’Neill say to that?”

Rory laughed. “Sorry. Con’s mate Katie once worked for Interpol and tried to bring him down. Instead, she ended up happily married to him. Con is the last man on earth who would stand between a man and his fated mate and would be the first in line to help him crush anything and anyone who threatened her.”

Maeve tilted her head back to look at him, her breath catching at the intensity in his gaze. There was something raw there, something unspoken that made her pulse quicken. Before she could second-guess herself, she leaned up, her lips brushing his.

Rory responded instantly, his arms tightening around her as he deepened the kiss. There was no hesitation, no restraint. His lips moved against hers with a passion that made her forget everything—the letter, the attack, the danger. All that mattered was him.

He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the couch as their kiss intensified. Maeve’s hands tangled in his hair, her body arching into his as she let herself get lost in him. Rory’s touch was both commanding and tender, his hands tracing the curves of her body as if he were memorizing her.

The world outside faded as Rory stripped off her clothes before removing his shirt. The previous turmoil gave way to therising heat between them. Rory kissed her neck, igniting a trail of fire that sent shivers down her spine. Maeve clung to him, her breath coming in soft gasps as he explored every inch of her.

The intense heat building between them consumed Rory and Maeve as they explored each other's bodies. His lips left a trail of fire down her neck, sending shivers through her body. She held on to him tightly, gasping for breath as he continued to explore every inch of her.

When he finally pulled back and locked eyes with her, she felt like she was falling into his dark and emotion-filled gaze. For the first time, she truly understood him. He bent over the back of the couch, his body towering over hers. As he moved between her legs, his cock found its way inside her, filling her with pleasure like nothing else ever had.

He took control, thrusting hard and fast in a primal manner that showed how much he wanted to possess her completely. Maeve cried out his name as she arched her back, feeling his fangs pierce the nape of her neck in a deep and savage bite. This claiming bite not only changed her DNA, but also created a tether between them that would allow him to find her if she was ever in trouble.

He continued to move in and out of her, driving deeper each time and holding her hips in place when she tried to move. Her body trembled with pleasure as they both reached their climax together. Rory held onto her tightly as he continued to pump into her from behind until she couldn't take any more and succumbed to a third orgasm. Finally, he let himself go and released himself inside of her.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “No one’s ever taking you from me.”

Maeve’s heart clenched, the intensity of his words both terrifying and thrilling. She reached up, her fingers brushing his cheek as she whispered, “Then don’t let me go.”

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