Semua Bab Primal Craving : Bab 161 - Bab 165

"There is no light without shadow and no psychic wholeness without imperfection." — Carl Jung. NYLA I’d never done this before. Hell, I’d only witnessed it once and that was by one of the strongest witches I knew. Now everyone was counting on me. And all I could think was how badly I was going to fail them. “Hold him down,” I said, praying my voice didn’t betray the panic clawing at my chest. Rowan and Damien immediately moved to restrain Lucien while Darius tore at his clothing with shaking hands, ripping until Lucien was left in nothing but his briefs. His body convulsed again, harder this time, the veins under his skin turning darker and spreading faster. I swallowed, my stomach twisting even further. This wasn’t supposed to be me. But there was no one else. And he didn’t have time. “Please save him, Nyla… please,” Camellia whispered, her hands clasped so tightly her knuckles had gone white. Tears streaked her cheeks as she watched the man she loved convulse violent

"The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other’s life." – Richard Bach ALANNA I was becoming a mother whether I was ready or not. The first contraction rolled through my body like distant thunder, quiet but impossible to ignore. My hand drifted to my belly as if I could soothe the life inside me. “Not now,” I whispered to no one, to the universe, and to the child who suddenly decided today was the day. “That motherfucking fucker father of yours isn’t here yet!” I groaned, clutching the couch arm like it was the only thing keeping me from ascending to the ancestors. Lilah, bless her panicking soul, grabbed the phone for the fifth time and dialed Damien again like maybe this attempt would magically teleport him. “Baby, I’m on my way!” Damien’s voice blasted through the speaker, followed by the loudest Lagos-level traffic honking I’d ever heard. “I couldn’t shift, so I’m stuck in traffic with humans and their fucking way of life—”

"The world breaks everyone, and afterward many are strong at the broken places."— Ernest Hemingway.CAMELLIA He definitely didn't hold back.He wasn’t gentle, not entirely.One hand pinched my nipple while the other traced circles around my soaking folds, his finger brushing teasingly against the slick slit I was already desperate to feel filled.I whimpered, arching into him, hips rolling, trying to chase the pleasure his hands promised.Then he brought out the first toy, a sleek, vibrating wand.We had definitely advanced our sex life over the years.He pressed it against the peak of my nipple, and I cried out, the sensation a mix of pin-prick sharpness and deep, humming pleasure. My hands clawed at his shoulders, but he held me down, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive skin around my nipples.“You’re so wet for me already,” he growled, sliding a finger inside me slowly, giving me just enough friction to make me whimper without release.My breath hitched, chest heaving as he al