Ais Touchstarved Novels & Stories

Abijah's◇ & Tank's♤ POV The ◇ represents Abijah's POV and the ♤ represents Tank's POV, please enjoy! ------◇ & ♤------ MATED: 6 / 10 CALL HIS NAME: 20 / 50 ◇- "Tank!" Omg.. OMG! Why would he do That! Am I being punished for not satisfying him? A tortured groan leaves my lips as I lay my forehead on his chest and hot tears silently tickle my cheeks. My hands shaking as my nails dig into his shoulders. My head spins as horrid pain begins radiating through me. It feels like he rammed his forearm in me! I try to take in a deep breath to calm myself and That causes pain, oh GOD! This is worse than with the Beta..

Only *my* touch makes them bleed. I kill the leader last, driving starlight into his chest. His blood is molten gold, searing my palm. "He'll rise again," he gurgles. "The Devourer's *always* hungry." The gateway trembles, the city beyond flickering. Eden grabs my wrist. "Don't. It's what she wants." But the Star's hunger is a crescendo. It doesn't want to destroy-it wants to *know*. I step through. ---

Halfway through their dinner, Moran turned to Vesta because of a startling memory. "Hey, PrimeStar Technologies is growing its staff. Do you intend to give it another go? Although Vesta had recently traveled overseas, she was already aware of PrimeStar's recruitment campaign. In all honesty, she was very tempted. After all, joining PrimeStar would greatly advance her career because they were known for their state-of-the-art technologies.

I nodded at her. "That sounds good. I am starving." It was then that I started to feel like we were being watched. It was hard to explain, it was as if I could sense it. I looked around and noticed a few men standing across the street from us staring and talking amongst themselves. Tenaya turned to see what I was staring at. "Don't mind them, Kendra. There just wishing they can have us sexy bitches." She said with a laugh.

He takes the plate, muttering something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like, “We’ll see.” We sit at the table, and for a few blissful seconds, there’s only the sound of forks scraping against plates. But of course, I can’t leave well enough alone. “So,” I say between bites, “about this no touching rule…” He groans. “Not this again.” “I’m just saying—it’s a little dramatic, don’t you think? We’re adults. We can survive the occasional accidental brush of the arm.” “It’s not dramatic,” he says flatly. “It’s simple. No touching means no lines get crossed.”

The cabin must be located close to the border of this pack’s territory, not like I’d know anything about it but I felt like it was a pretty decent assumption. “Hey Noah?” He looks at me from the side of his eye and waits for me to continue, “I really want steak, I’ve been sleeping for 3 days, I’m starving and I want steak, so is there any way that could happen?” I pasted on a sweet smile, and blinked my eyelashes up at him. He looks away smiling, “Steak huh?” He lifts his eye brow and looks back at me. “I think I can make that happen,” he says and winks at me. Star is already drooling. I guess she’s excited for that as much as I am. “Wait, can you taste what I eat?” I ask her. “In a sense,”

With her question, I wonder whether Tara would always skip her meals. “Yeah,” She answered and then stared at the tray. I peered to get a look, and I felt relief she had finished her dinner. “Somebody reminded me that about 226.7 million are starving in Africa, so I have no right to starve myself to death.” I pressed my lips, stopping my lips in curving a smile as she remembered what I said. “And how’s your heart?” I tilted my head to listen to her answer. “Literally or figuratively?” She asked, and I wish I could see her face.

Didn’t even think of this! “No!” I grabbed his wrist dramatically. “No doctors. What if they poke my leg with scary needles or want to amputate?!” He gave me a long, tired look. “You fractured it, Isadora. You didn’t step on a landmine.” “Correction—I scraped it. I don’t like strangers when I’m vulnerable!” I snapped, crossing my arms. “Just… get me something to eat. I’m starving.” “You said you were seeing stars." “From hunger!”

Star blinked at her, almost like a child caught in something small and harmless. Mom exhaled slowly. “This can’t keep happening.” I moved closer, the wooden chair beside him scraping softly as I pulled it out and sat down. “Star,” I said, keeping my voice low. “Why are you touching this? Why aren’t you in bed?” He shrugged …a small, almost innocent shrug. “I wanted to taste it.” His words were light, like he was talking about candy. “But it’s not cooked,” I said. “It’s raw. You can get sick.”

Ace seems to enjoy the sparks erupting at our touch as much as his wolf and I wait just until the sparks start stinging to move my hand back away. “Maybe we can try to breed the first offspring without you touching me. I seem to be able to touch you,” I offer, getting him to crack up. “You are insane. Do you want to torture me? How do you expect me to fuck you without touching you? I wouldn’t stand the chance as my fingers are itching to touch you now, imagine if I am inside you.” He leans closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. “It’s unbearable if I can’t grab you to hold you firmly to be connected with you as much as possible. I want you all over me, every inch of our skins should be touc