Adrenaline Addicts Novels & Stories

Once she was done telling her story, David talks about the task at hand. ~The goros’ body has a special evolved organ that provides it with an extremely large amount of adrenaline. If we extract it while recently dead, we can get a large amount of pure adrenaline.~ “Ooooh… so we’ll be doping ourselves against the Draco?” David is surprised to find out that Elizabeth, the amateur athlete, is not against drugs. ~Who would’ve thought that the athlete would be interested in drugs?~

I gulped it down greedily, milking him dry until he shuddered to a stop. In his post-orgasm delirium, panting hard, Nate looked down at me with hazy eyes. “I'm addicted to you, Adele... fuck, I can't get enough.” I pulled off slowly, licking my lips clean, a satisfied smirk tugging at them. In my head, I knew it for a fact, I felt the exact same pull, this insane craving that went beyond just sex. A couple of minutes later, he'd pulled himself together, zipping up with that effortless cocky grin.

Now, I would have to go through with clothes shopping, which I loathed, while wondering what sexy number she would be getting and what she might or might not be wearing underneath it. Chris just threw his arm over my shoulder while not even trying to hide his amusement. He was bursting with eagerness about the street racing scene we would be witnessing tonight. I was too if I was being honest. Chris had I both had high adrenaline drives. Adrenaline junkies to be more accurate. Both of our drives started as a way to control our darkness, darkness that began from childhood trauma. His was different than mine, but trauma was trauma. It still affected us the same way.

“You’re not expelled—yet—but the board is requiring a psychological evaluation. Weekly therapy. Sexual addiction counseling.” I laughed. “Is that a thing? Real therapy for sex addicts?” He didn’t answer. “Fine,” I said. “I’ll go. Talk about my daddy issues or whatever makes you feel better.” He handed me a paper with an address. “You start tomorrow. 5 PM. Don’t be late.” I didn’t plan to take it seriously. I didn’t plan to take him seriously either. That was before I met him. The building was quiet. No receptionist. Just a black leather couch in the waiting room, a ticking wall clock, and a faint smell of leather and something woodsy—cedar, maybe.

and on the most important day, because of his past lifestyle and FUCKING MARSH, he had missed it. Nic considered himself a sane and rational man. And under any other circumstances, he would have found a cool place in his mind...some place he could go to make the rational next step. It was that process that usually allowed him to win. It was one of the reasons he was so successful. But at this moment...no such place existed. All he felt was an intense firestorm coursing through his skin, his blood...his entire body. He fucking lost it. "GODDAMN IT!!! Motherfucker!!!" Nic yelled, as he slammed his cot into anything that could break over and over again. Everything was a blur, but he refused to

“Fine. But I am not leaving.” Later that night, Dr. Adrian sat alone in his office. The lamp cast shadows across the room, highlighting the deep lines carved into his face. He pulled a small amber bottle from his desk, shaking two pills into his palm before swallowing them dry. His hands trembled faintly, the weight of years pressing hard. For a long moment, he sat there, eyes closed, breathing slow. Katherine… I am still keeping her safe. I will not fail.

To the dark. “I’m addicted,” I said. Voice low. Barely above a whisper. “To cock. To being used. To the feeling of being stretched, filled, taken until I can’t think. I’ve tried everything—apps, clubs, strangers in parking lots, gangbangs in hotel rooms. Nothing works anymore. The high fades faster each time. I need more. I need to be broken.” Silence. I kept going.

Adom is stuck at the door, hands helpless as they hold the shape of a Alexander who no longer occupies them. "I almost just bit you," Alexander states in a shock. He's got one arm across his face as he blocks his nose. "You didn't smell like this last night" Adom comes to the stark realisation that he has yet to take his suppressants for the day. He hurries past Alexander and searches through his desk until he finds his spare pill bottle. He pops one in his mouth and then throws the bottle to Alexander. It's a generic suppressant for alphas so it shouldn't cause any adverse reactions if Alexander were to take it. He watches as the other swallows one too, having sunken to the ground. Adom use