Lahat ng Kabanata ng Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

The ruins were dead quiet. Too quiet. My boots crunched on broken glass as I moved through what used to be a strip of shops, rifle steady, eyes scanning every shadow. Command swore one of them had been seen here. A monster. Another purple fucker that slipped through the Rift and made our world hell.My chest burned with every breath. Sweat slid down my spine under the Kevlar. I didn’t let my guard drop—not when I knew what those things could do. I’d seen men ripped in half, their screams cut short like someone had flipped a switch. If I found one tonight, it was dead. That was my job.But the air felt wrong. Like it was pressing against my skin.I turned a corner, flashlight sweeping the rubble, and that’s when the ground gave way.“Fuck!”The concrete cracked, dropping out from under me. I scrambled, boots skidding, but it was no use, the sinkhole swallowed me whole. Pain ripped through me as I hit the dirt and rolled, my rifle flying out of reach. My leg screamed when I tried to pus

I turned around like he told me to, palms pressed into the rough stone, heart hammering in my chest. My ass was bare, slick from the lube he’d already smeared on me, and I could feel the heat of his body behind me before he even touched me.“Good soldier,” Zerith murmured, voice like gravel, like he owned me already. His big hands spread me open, and I flinched when his thumb brushed my rim. “Look at you. All soft and ready for me. I could split you in two with this cock, and you’re still shaking to get it inside.”“Shut the fuck up,” I hissed, though my voice cracked traitorously.His tail snaked low, wrapping around my cock again, squeezing and stroking. I bit back a moan.“Say it,” he demanded, pressing the thick, blunt head of his cock against me. The heat of it was obscene, the size impossible. “Say you want me.”I clenched my fists against the rock, chest heaving. “Just—fuck me already.”His laugh rumbled dark and deep. Then he pushed.The pressure was brutal, stretching me wide

The rain came down in sheets, turning the neon glow of The Hollow into a smeared watercolor against the wet pavement. Luca shouldered through the door, the hinges groaning in protest, and the scent of stale beer and old leather wrapped around him like a second skin. His dress shirt clung to his shoulders, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the fabric damp from the downpour outside. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He shouldn’t be here. But the night had been long, the studio session a disaster, and the weight of his own frustration had driven him to the one place he knew would either numb the edge or sharpen it—depending on who he ran into.And then he saw him.Ash was a disaster. Slumped over the bar like a discarded marionette, strings cut, limbs limp. His black-painted nails tapped an unsteady rhythm against the rim of a whiskey glass, the amber liquid sloshing precariously with each movement. The usual sharp angles of his face were softened by drink, his eyeliner smudged into dark ha

Rain battered my apartment windows, the storm outside a wild, howling thing that made my small urban sanctuary feel like a fortress against the world. I sat cross-legged on my living room floor, wearing nothing but an oversized black t-shirt that barely reached my thighs, my dark hair spilling loose over my shoulders. The air smelled of damp wood and the vanilla candle flickering on my coffee table, casting jittery shadows across the room. In my hands was a leather-bound book I’d picked up at a flea market that morning—an impulse buy, its pages yellowed and etched with strange symbols. I thought it was just some occult novelty, but boredom and the storm’s restless energy had me flipping through it, reading aloud words I didn’t understand."By the flame and shadow, I call thee forth..." I murmured, half-laughing at how silly I sounded. The candle flared, the air thickened, and a low hum vibrated through the floor. My heart skipped. Before I could process it, the room darkened, the can

My legs were still trembling from Zev’s relentless fucking, my pussy slick with his cum and my own arousal, as he carried me from the living room wall to the kitchen. The storm outside roared, rain lashing the windows, but it was nothing compared to the heat pulsing between us. His red skin glistened with sweat, his chiseled abs flexing as he moved, those black horns catching the dim light from my flickering overhead bulb. His cock, still hard and obscene, bobbed with each step, the ridges along its thick, veined length gleaming with our combined fluids. It was a deep red, like his skin, the head swollen and slick, the ridges pronounced and pulsing, designed to torment every inch of me. My oversized t-shirt clung to my skin, damp with sweat and stretched from his rough handling, barely covering my ass.He set me on the kitchen counter, the cold granite a shock against my heated thighs. My apartment smelled of sex and rain, the air filled with our lust. Zev stood between my spread l