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He had been waiting a lifetime for his mate, and the longer he waited, the more he withered inside. His wolf, Zodiak, had gone silent years ago, retreating deep within him, refusing to speak. Cole could still feel him there, a dormant presence buried beneath layers of resignation. But neither of them had the strength or hope to search anymore. Sure, he had dated women, but nothing ever panned out, nothing ever felt right. The longer Cole stood, leaning over the railing, the stronger the scent became, the wind brought to him a rich, sweet, almost sinful, like vanilla warmed by honey smell. It invaded his senses, igniting something primal in him.

Something about his words ignited my ego—and I liked it. I leaned in and kissed him first, slowly moving my hips. There was no hesitation in me… even though I knew this was wrong. “Ah—” “Look at you,” he whispered. I shut my eyes tight.Because if I looked at him… I might admit it. I was starting to enjoy this. “You like it, Olivia?” he pressed against me, forcing a louder moan out of me. God… I couldn’t stop. Damn it. I’m addicted. Addicted… to my own brother-in-law.

Valerie standing frozen in the background, face pale. My grip tightened. The tablet case cracked under my fingers. I hurled it across the room, and it hit the wall with a satisfying crunch. “Eight years without an Alpha,” I snarled, voice rising. “And he’s been playing golden boy the whole time? Businessman of the year? $12 million a month? While I scraped by on blood and contracts?” I paced, boots thudding against the hardwood. My wolf clawed at the inside of my skin, snarling.

“Answer my question, baby girl. Anything I.. your favourite husband could do to make you feel better?” Claudine found herself stammering, caught off guard by his persistence, especially with her current irritability. “W-well, I suppose... a large pepperoni pizza, perhaps? And a really, really thick knitted blanket would be lovely. And maybe... some chocolate. Dark, seventy percent cocoa, ideally.” She looked away, shy, hating that she’d been vulnerable enough to list actual cravings. He smiled. A slow, chilling smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “You’re right,” he said, his voice a low, mocking drawl. “I’m not a sweet man. So I’m not getting you any of that.”

The external validation I got made it seem like I would become a top author the very second my book was up, and now… A frustrated sigh left my lips and I went to get myself another cup of coffee. “You've had nothing to eat all day, ma’am.” Laura, the housekeeper stated and I forced myself to smile. “I'm not exactly hungry, Laura. I just need more coffee.” She looked at the remaining coffee, then she shook her head. “No more for you, ma’am, you've had enough. Unless of course you're willing to eat something.” “I cannot have another cup of coffee?”

“Is this some kind of BDSM shit?” He shook his head sideways as a scoff rolled out of his mouth. “Unfortunately, this isn’t.” He chuckled before folding the hand of the doctor coat as he winked at me. “This? This is PRESCRIPTION FOR PLEASURE. Open your mouth for me, Selene.” He purred with a blissful, seductive voice. The phrase “Prescription for Pleasure” made heat flood my entire core, and I felt my pussy grow wetter. I opened my mouth, and Doctor Charles shoved his coat inside my mouth so that I wouldn’t be able to speak anymore.

Her hands obeyed before her mind caught up, peeling her blouse open, unzipping her skirt, until she stood in lace and trembling skin. Dominic circled her slowly, a predator savoring his prey. He trailed a finger down her spine, making her arch despite herself. “Look at you,” he murmured. “Ashamed of what? That you need me? That you crave me even when you tell yourself it’s wrong?” She bit her lip, trembling harder. “Say it,” he demanded, coming to stand before her again. “Say you crave me.” Her voice cracked. “I crave you.” “Louder.”

I stood there, feeling like a failure. “I feel everything for you, and I know you do, too. There’s a hunger I feel for you. I missed you… your touch.” She used the back of her fingers to trace a line down my arm, eventually taking my hand in hers. “But I need you to say it. Even if you don’t love me, tell me, do you feel the spark, Lucille Parker? Do you hunger for me? Do you crave me?” Fuck yes, I crave you, Ella. I’m starving for you. I wanted to scream it, but the words felt so much easier to say in my head than with my lips.

“I want to moan in a way I have never moaned before, I want to choke on my breath and choke on your cum. “Fill me and fuck me until I can’t take it anymore. Mr. Criminal! “ She whispered right in his ears.

“No one in recorded history has ever rejected a blood-bond before.” He gave me a long, pointed stare that screamed: See? You are an absolute idiot. I huffed. “I am sure it has happened. It just was not documented.” “Right. Keep telling yourself that,” he said dryly. “But mark my words, these cravings will only get worse the longer you refuse to seal it. Eventually, it will become unbearable.” I bit the inside of my cheek. He did not know the hunger was already getting worse.