All Chapters of Primal Craving : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.— Louisa May Alcott.CAMELLIA Lucien didn't even bother to look me in the eye.Seeing my street come into view and my apartment after didn't make me feel as happy as I thought it would.“I have three people stationed outside the building. Please just let them do their work” He said, still looking straight ahead and not at me.The tension in the car could be cut with a knife.“Okay,” I said flatly. “Come on, Lilah.” I stretched out my hand for her to take.Inside, my chest burned.That’s it? … You’re really going to let me walk away like that?“Camellia.” His voice cut through the air, and I hated how quickly I turned.“Yes?”For a moment, it looked like he had a thousand things to say but then he swallowed them alldown.“Be careful.”Motherfucker.I walked slower than usual to my door, clinging to the stupid hope that he’d call me back—say he’d get rid of Selene and let me be the only woman in his life.I heard th

A tiger doesn't change its stripes, but a man can change his spots... if he tries.— C.S. Lewis.LUCIEN I wasn't distracted enough, I was losing my mind.I tapped my foot repeatedly, trying to focus on the werewolf talking about the possible location of the Raven Howl."Where’s Camellia?" I sent a mindlink to one of the warriors I stationed at her house."She left hours ago, sir. She hasn’t returned," came the reply."Did any of you follow her?" I asked.Selene’s hand rested on mine during the meeting, her touch burning, but I forced myself not to react.I’d managed to stay without contacting Camellia for at least a week, but today, I felt an unease I couldn't shake."One of the men did, but he hasn’t reported back yet.“"How long ago was this?" I asked, leaning forward, fingers drumming against the table."Seven hours ago." His voice trembled slightly in my head.Seven hours ago. Camellia left her house by eight, and it’s now five in the morning."Motherfucker," I murmured aloud, a

There is always some madness in love. But there is always some reason in madness.” — Friedrich Nietzsche CAMELLIA Sex toys and ice cream dripping on my nipples wasn't how I'd spend my typical wednesday. The vanilla ice cream slid over my breast, the chill sending a shiver through my spine, and I gasped when his fingers followed the slick trail, teasing me. “Do you feel that?” he murmured, hovering over me. His lips brushed against the shell of my ear as he pressed the tip of his tongue to my collarbone making my chest heave and nipples harden even more under the cold cream. He wasn’t gentle—not entirely.One hand pinched my nipple while the other traced circles around my soaking folds until I was already desperate to feel filled. I whimpered, arching into him, trying to chase the pleasure his hands promised. Then he brought out the first toy—a sleek, vibrating wand. He pressed it against my nipple. My hands clawed at his shoulders, but he held me down, thumbs brushing ove

Sex is the most fun you can have without laughing. —Woody Allen ALARIC Bless the universe for making me show up instead of Darius. This… this is more entertainment than I’ve seen in years. I crooked a finger at one of the servers. He approached too eagerly, the tray balanced like an offering. When he tried to hand me just one glass, I waved his hand away and took the entire tray instead. If chaos was about to unfold, I intended to enjoy it properly in the best seat. The human girl Darius was apparently obsessed with was storming up to the stage, two of Lucien’s pack members scrambling behind her—one of them being the only woman in this pack. I hadn’t dragged into my bed, Alanna, and her poor mate panting to keep up. They tried to subdue her but she kept shaking them off like they were mosquitoes, and honestly, it was the funniest thing I’d seen all year. Two werewolves walking on eggshells around a mere human. “You have to come see this shit,” I mindlinked Darius. I d

The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis.—Dante Alighieri.DARIUS I hated how excited I was that camellia called me to come get her away from Lucien.I held the coffee cups closer as I headed to her room.Why do humans even drink this crap?The drive to my pack was five hours, and it was already getting late. She deserved some rest after everything that had happened.Still, I couldn’t stop grinning. Smacking Lucien's face and flipping the podium? That was pure badass.An all-too-familiar scent hit my nose, followed by a thud from upstairs.What the hell was Lucien doing here?I picked up my pace, storming up the stairs, and yanked the door to her hotel room open, the handle falling to the floor from the force I used.Lucien had his claws out, his eyes glowing bright red, as he backed Camellia into the corner.But that wasn’t what made me freeze.On her neck was a bright red mark, raw and angry.Fucking bastard. He mark