Alpha's Possession by Jessica Hall

Read Alphas Possession by Jessica Hall Chapter 100 – Harlow POV
Stupid hormones were rampant; I knew I was being over-sensitive and slightly irrational at Leon’s rejection and how Raidon
ripped me out of the shower when Leon growled at me. Yet my bond craved them, and none of them would touch me. It was
driving me crazy, and I am sure it was driving Raidon, Rhen, and especially Leon crazy, considering I slept in his room.
After getting dressed in cotton shorts and a tank top, I wander downstairs with a towel wrapped around my head. Whatever
Thane was cooking smelled delicious as I wandered to the kitchen to find him frying mince and what smelled like herbs. I grab a
bottle of water out of the fridge.
“That was quick,” Thane states, and I shrug, wandering off toward the living room. “Harlow?” I don’t bother answering. Instead, I
keep walking into the living room; I grab the remote and flick the TV on before settling into my spot on the couch while trying to
ignore the urge to either cry or touch myself.
These stupid hormones had me all over the place. Shouldn’t I be all Głowy and lively being pregnant? How come I got the short
stick on pregnancy? Some part of me knew it was because the entire time away with Zara, my bond craved them, and yet I get
here, and they still deny me. The other part thought it was because I look like a stretched out beached whale and they were
repulsed by me.
I was ten minutes into the show when Thane called out to me from the kitchen. At first, I ignore him when he sings out again, and
I roll my eyes. Shutting the TV off, I move to the edge of the couch and force myself up. Wandering out to the kitchen, Thane was
placing dinner in the oven.
“What’s wrong?” I ask him.
“I was going to ask you that?” he says, setting the tea towel on the counter.
“Seriously, you made me come all the way out here for nothing?” I groan, about to turn away from him, when his hands grab me,
falling on my hips before sliding beneath the tank top I am wearing. Just at his touch, my bond reacts, having been deprived by
all of them, and a moan escapes my lips,
much to my embarrassment. My eyes widen, and I go to jerk away from him when he purrs, the sound vibrating from his chest
against my back.
“You could always ask, Harlow.”

“Believe me, I have. They won’t f***king touch me,” I snap at him angrily.
“Because they fear hurting you,” he tells me before leaning down. His breath sweeps over my neck as he flicks my hair over one
shoulder, his hand on my hip tugging me closer.
“I have no such qualms,” he purrs, running his nose along the column of my neck, and my eyes flutter shut, my hormones
wreaking havoc when his arm wraps around me, his hand squeezing my b**east while the other sneaks into my pants to cup my
p***ssy. The pressure of his hand alone has me pushing back against him, wanting, no needing his touch when he snaps me out
of a lust filled craze.
“I will need you to ask, though, Lowe, I am not being blamed for any regret afterward,” he tells me before his lips move to his
mark on my neck. He kisses it but waits for me to speak, while my face flames. A few hours ago, we were at each other’s
throats, and what I am supposed to ask him to put me out of my misery and ask him for sex, like I am asking him to service a
d*mn car?
He purrs the sound deep as his calling washes over me and I press back against him. I should be mad,
I should want to kick his balls out through his a*s for using it on me, but I find no bitter feelings about it, instead not fighting it all.
“I still need your permission, love,” I nod my head, and he growls, nipping at my neck, making a breathy moan escape me.
“Words or I stop.”
“Yes, just don’t stop,” I swear if he stops, I will kick his balls for giving me-hmm, what is the equivalent to blue balls?—blue fl*ps-
blue cl*t? That doesn’t sound right; I shake the weird thought away when his fingers suddenly move, caressing against me,
teasing and toying with me.
My h*ps move against his hand before his fingers slide into me. His fingers pushed in as deep as
the angle would allow. He slides them out before sliding them back in and curling them. I lean against him, losing myself to the
feel of his fingers, his chest vibrating against my back as he called to me.
“More.” I breathe, hips rocking against his hand, and my hand feebly grabs his wrist, needing more. The sensation had warmth
pooling in my belly and my inner walls gripped his fingers hard.
Thane growls, sliding his fingers from me, and the feral growl that leaves me has him dipping his head and nipping my neck and
mark. “Patience,” he purrs, gripping my hips and spinning me to face him, he backs me up against the counter, and I grip his arm

in question.
He grabbed my face and kissed me. I melted against his lips as his tongue invaded my mouth, my hands releasing his arms so I
could brace them around his neck. Thane cleared the bench next to us with a swipe of his hand, not breaking the kiss, and
knocking everything into the sink, before he gripped my hips. He places me on the counter. My heart raced in my chest.
Thane presses between my legs, running his fingertips over my cheek to grip my jaw, bringing his face down to mine. He
brushed his lips over mine, once, twice, then dived into a kiss that sent the world spinning around me. His hand drifted from my
jaw, down to my neck, over my arm, to my hip, then back up to my side, where it stopped just on my breast. He pulled away as
breathless as I was, r ———,———————-,and I read the question in his eyes. He waited for permission, yet I was too far
gone, craving his touch as I reached for him.
Thane smiles as he slowly bent down towards me. His lips brushed against mine gently while his fingers untied the drawstring on
my shorts before gripping the waistband. Placing my hands on the counter, I lifted my hips as he pulled them down and off; the
next second, my shorts were on the ground, and he was back to standing between my legs, his c*ck pressing against my core.
He ran his lips over my neck and I trembled under his touch, a sigh escaping me as he sucked my skin hard, leaving marks
along it before gripping the hem of my tank top. In one swift movement, he removed it before his mouth was back on my body.
His lips ran down towards the top of my breasts; I moaned at the amazing sensation as he sucked and nipped my hardened
nipple, his touch sending electricity everywhere as my skin buzzed and the bond thrummed with anticipation.
His lips came back to my neck. again. Kissed and sucked it, making me moan lightly. His hand moved up, a small smile curving
at the corners of his mouth before he kissed me again, just once. He pulled away, looking down to watch as his hand drifted
slowly up my naked breast, stopping every inch or so to massage softly. Time stopped and I held my breath.
My skin became warmer under his touch as I stared up at his face, watching his expression change as his hand got closer to my
nipple. When his hand finally inched its way up to my perky nipple, he lightly grazed his thumb over it. It instantly peaked. I
moaned in immense pleasure. Thane groaned when he saw that, turning his face back to mine. The fire that had grown in his
eyes burned into me and I knew I was done for, knew I would toss everything out the window just to keep his hands on my body.