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He laughs, "No, but coming to think of it..." He scratches his chin, "Can I pee on you, instead?"

"No," I stutter. "Is that, like, your kink or something?"

He frowns, "Never thought of it before, but," he looks me up and down, "you have to admit, it’s an effective way of marking my territory."

My jaw drops, "You’re crazy."

He steps forward, plants himself in the doorway, "Crazy is what I feel every time Max insists on occupying your attention."

I frown, then stiffen, "Wow, you’re jealous."

He frowns.

"You resent that Max prefers my company to yours."

He folds his arms over his broad chest, "You done?"

I plant my hands on my hips. "Come on," I wheedle, "at least, admit that you don’t want Max anywhere near me."

"You’re wrong."

"Oh?"

He nods. "I don’t want any male—no man or animal of any kind—near you."

I swallow. My heart begins to race. I know he’s dominant, and an alpha, and demanding… But this crazy possessive side of him? Wow, it’s hot as fuck. We stare at each other. Water drips from the shower onto the ground. I swallow and the hair on the back of my neck rises.Say something…anything to break the silence.I lower my arms to my sides, "Do…do you mean that?" I ask.

He tilts his head, drums his fingers on his chest, then straightens, "Want me to show you?"

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What the fuck am I playing at? Why are you allowing her to see how much she affects you? Peeing on her? Seriously? Fucking fuck, it’s not something that had crossed my mind… Not before her. Is that how much I want to possess her? Is that how much I want to imprint myself on every cell of her body?My vision narrows. The hair on my forearms rises. This crazy-ass need to own her… It’s new, it’s different, it’s real. I bend my knees, peer into her face.

Her pupils are blown; the blue in them has deepened to an almost purple. Her cheeks are flushed, her pulse skitters at the base of her neck. "Do you, Princess?"

"I..." She bites the inside of her cheek, then lowers her chin, "I do."

"I didn’t hear you."

She draws in a breath, tips up her chin. She takes a step forward until her toes bump mine. "I want you to show how much you want me, what you’ll do to possess me, how much you need to ensure that no one will have me like you do."

"Good." I step away from the entrance of the shower stall, jerk my chin, "After you."

She frowns, then walks past me. I follow her past the bath tub, out the door of the ensuite, into the bedroom. She approaches the foot of the bed.

"Stop," I call out.

She pauses, angles her body.

"Don’t turn around."

She trembles, but obeys.

I stalk over to her, wrap the towel I'd snatched on my way out of the bathroom around her shoulders, drag it down her back, over the lush curves of her butt, her strong calves, about those shapely ankles—that I want locked around my neck, fast.

She gasps.