I knew I’d left Fiona probably feeling confused earlier today. But I wasn’t going to wait anymore. Tonight I was going to tell her exactly how I felt … exactly what she meant to me. Too much time had already passed, and I was tired of holding my feelings in.

I sat in my pickup, the engine idling, my hands curled around the steering wheel. The leather creaked under my grasp, and I loosened my hold, exhaling roughly. It was only a five-minute drive, her apartment building small, but newer and intimate. After working at her parents’ expansion all day, the thought of how tonight would go played through my head. I hadn’t realized how nervous I’d actually be.

She was mine, always had been and always would be. I’d just never told her that. That was all about to change tonight.

Seeing Zach talk to her when I’d pulled up in front of her parents’ house had sent me into a rage. I wanted to rip him away from her, break his arm for even thinking he could touch her. Hell, I wanted to gouge his eyes out for even looking at her.

I put the truck in gear and headed toward her place. The closer I got, the more possessed I became where it concerned her. I could only think about one thing, and that was Fiona as mine: under me, crying out my name, scoring my back with her nails. She’d look me in the eyes and tell me she was mine. She’d tell me no one else would ever own her but me.

My cock was hard, digging against my zipper, demanding to be free. I wanted to be buried deep in her pussy, stretching her, filling her with my cum.

I wanted my seed to take hold deep inside of her, getting her pregnant. God, obsession and territorial need filled me.

I was so fucking turned on at the thought of claiming her, of getting her pregnant that I felt this wave of desire slam into me. I curled my hands more tightly around the steering wheel and growled, like I was some kind of fucking animal.

I couldn’t get to her fast enough.

When I was in front of her apartment building, I cut the engine and got out of the truck, stalking toward the front entrance. The town we lived in was small, her apartment building only housing six units within two stories.

Once I got to the front doors, I was about to press the doorbell for her unit when someone left, the door open enough for me to go in without being buzzed through. I should have let her know I was on my way, but I needed to see her.

Hell, she might tell me I was insane, that I needed to leave, but I was going to let her know that she was mine, that if she ran, I’d follow. No other man would have her. No other man would know what she felt like, tasted like, smelled like. Fiona would know exactly what I felt like, how I tasted when my cock was in her mouth and my cum was down her throat.

I’d be the only one she knew those things with. I wasn’t letting her get away, and I wasn’t letting her be with anyone else. I took the stairs two at a time until I was standing in front of her door. I lifted my hand and brought my knuckles down on the wood. Every part of my body tensed when I heard the sound of footsteps right on the other side of the door, at the fact that in moments Fiona would be mine.

* * *

I’d just poured myself a glass of red wine and was about to head over to the couch and watch something sappy when I heard hard raps at my front door. It was later, going on nine at night, and although I probably should have feigned that I wasn’t home, I found myself moving toward the door.

I looked through the security peephole, my heart slamming into my throat when I saw Koehn on the other side. For a second I was frozen, unable to move, to disengage the lock and open the door. But then I did just that, and when I was standing in front of Koehn, looking him right in the eyes, everything else faded away.

“Koehn.” I whispered his name, knowing I probably sounded crazy, seductive even, but his name had just tumbled out of me.

He didn’t wait for me to invite him in, although I would have done so instantly if I weren’t standing here, opening and closing my mouth like a fish out of water. Instead he made his way in, causing me to take several steps back, and then he proceeded to close the door behind him. I was breathing hard, my chest rising and falling as I stared up at him.

“What are you doing here?” I asked on a whisper. He moved a step closer, and then another and another, until he was inches from me, his heat spearing right into my body.

I couldn’t breathe as I took in the wide expanse of his shoulders, of the sheer power that came from him. He wore a button-down shirt, the white tee under it stretched tightly over his muscular chest. The sleeves of the button-down were rolled up, exposing his forearms, ones that were vein-roped … ones that turned me on and made me wet.

“I…” The words lodged in my throat. “What?” I whispered that lone word after what seemed like ages.

He didn’t show any emotion, just stared at me, this fierce look on his face.

“This is fast, crazy even, I admit,” he said and took a step toward me, and on instinct I moved one back, although I wasn’t afraid of him. In fact I anticipated this, wanted this desperately. “But you can’t tell me you don’t want me, and even if you did, I know it would be a lie.” He took another step forward. “I see the way you watch me, the way your gaze rakes over me.”

I felt my cheeks heat, knew my face was red.

“This is insane,” I finally managed to say. And it was, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want it, that I hadn’t been dreaming of this moment, fantasizing about it as I touched myself.

“I want you, have wanted you, Fiona. And I’m done waiting.”

I couldn’t breathe after he spoke. I exhaled, my mind whirling, my heart racing. He moved closer still. He wanted me in the way I wanted him.

“And when I saw Zach talking to you, fucking touching you”—he growled that last word out—“I knew I was done standing off to the side and letting you live your life. I knew I had to make it known that there’s no other woman for me.”

My heart was racing, and I grew dizzy. I reached behind me and felt the wall, the firmness cold against my palm.

“For years I’ve wanted you, waited for you, told myself I should let you go.” He shook his head slowly, his expression primal, intense. He looked like a savage about to attack, devour me. “I haven’t been with a woman since I knew you were mine, since you became a woman and I knew that no other man would have you but me.” He took another step closer. “I have been celibate for years, baby, fucking years because you’re it for me, always will be.”

He was right in front of me now, his big body blocking out everything else, his warm breath teasing my face. He smelled good, manly and potent. Mine.

“And I can see that you want me too, that you know you’re mine.”

God, was this really happening?

“Say it, Fiona. Say you’re mine, that no other man will know what you taste like, feel like.”

I swallowed the thick lump in my throat.

“Say it. Fucking say it,” he growled out.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

“Say. It.” He had his chest pressed right to mine now. My nipples beaded, my throat tightened, and my pussy became so wet my panties were soaked.

“I’m yours.”

He leaned in close, his lips just a hairbreadth away. “I’ll only be yours, right?”

I nodded. “Yes. I’ll only ever be yours.”

He grinned. “Yeah, you fucking will be.”