Alpha's Possession by Jessica Hall

Chapter 39

Thane POV

Something about her scent bothered me as I left my mates with her. I wanted to go back in there with them. To wrap my body around hers with my mates even though I hated her. There was just something about the little Omega that called to me. I couldn’t go back in there.

If I did, there would be no escaping the feeling that she was making me feel. Feelings that I had tried to deny while in there before running from the place. It had been years since I set foot in that Den, yet seeing her heat-ravaged body; it killed me leaving her there.

The way it had made my blood burn as her hands moved over my chest. Ripping at my clothes. Trying to pull my clothes from my body so that she could reach my skin. Her fingers scrabbled at my shoulders, gripping me tight like! was a drug that she needed.

I tried to forget how her tongue had felt, licking up the side of my neck before moving lower and licking the hard ridges of my chest and abdomen. The thick scent of her arousal bloomed in the air, making my mouth water to taste her. To tease her, to ease the burning haze, the Omega felt.

my control more than I liked. I had wanted to take Zara in our den, and bind her hands down so that I could pull the pleasure from her until she cried out

her pussy seeping through the fabric of my slacks, nearly sent me insane. Her slick heat coating my erection, fuck… I had wanted to unzip my slacks to slip into that

skin had been so soft beneath my palms. So soft and so markable, her ass would have looked perfect with my handprint staining her

there with me, not lost in this haze. Therefore, I had to leave and get out of here before I gave myself over to instinct. Because I knew I didn’t really want that, it was her heat making

car; I needed a distraction, and work seemed like the best place for it, away from her, from my mates who I knew were fighting the same baser instincts I was. If

wound the window down. The fresh air helped, relieving the assault her scent had tainted me in. Yet the longer I drove, the more things made little sense. The urge to keep and claim her made no sense. She wasn’t ours, Harlow was, and she was not our Harlow. Harlow was our light

yet why did I feel the urge to claim her? Why did her scent

survive without one, yet now I was wondering if maybe claiming another Omega wouldn’t be our downfall as it was when Harlow ran and got herself killed. Yet I wasn’t sure if I could trust

mates of something it was clear they wished they had? I hated Omegas, yet Zara made me crave keeping her. My mind was at war with what I knew would happen and the urge to claim her

out from behind the steering wheel and head inside. It wasn’t until the security guard tapped on my back window that I realized I was still

Marco,” I told him,