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I can’t have my family fall apart or I will be gossiped like the others are. “Name your fucking price!” I texted again, growing impatient, biting my lips and pacing around. “Five million dollars,” the strange number finally answered. I laughed at the unbelievable amount, “You must be mad to think that I will throw away five million dollars to you,” “I am not the one who would have her family’s ass to the public, I will get my bit of fame when this gets revealed, and while you will have a miserable life, make sure to reply to me when you are ready, I am giving you just 24 hours,” The strange number sent.

I couldn’t leave my room that day. Not after the close call. I stayed curled under the covers, body still throbbing from Mason’s tongue, mind replaying every filthy word and the dangerous hunger in his eyes. The ache between my legs refused to fade. I wanted him. Needed him. The forbidden pull had become unbearable. By morning, the craving consumed me completely. I slipped downstairs in nothing but a tiny pair of shorts that barely covered my ass, the fabric riding up with every step. The house was quiet. I poured myself a hot cup of coffee, the steam rising like my own restless heat.

"General Xue, welcome. I heard you have defeated those barbarians. What do you want from this old man to grant you? Eighty gold pieces? Women? Name anything." "This servant sees it better if you would grant me a house of my own, your majesty." Xue Han replied as he bowed to the man who was now laughing at his loyal subject. The general had long wanted a house of his own. He was getting tired of changing cities each and every time he was sent on missions. Every time he had to find an inn where there would be a lot of noise from the other people. He hated loud places the most. So this was a chance given to rob this stupid emperor of his riches after all he sacrificed his life too many times.

I walked to fridge and got the leche flan on the tub. Since it's my rest day, I decided to just watch N*****x with my flan. I even got some snack from the pantry. Good thing Venus left some for mine. I was on the most interesting part of the episode when I received a message from Atty. Salliente. My brow rose up when I read his message. From: Atty. Salliente Can I invite you for a dinner later? I inhaled a large breath before I typed a reply on my phone.

And it was a very explicit erotic romance - not something many men would ever admit to reading. He chuckled. "I'm not technologically challenged even if I am an antique. I don't have an e-reader - yet - but I do have a laptop. I downloaded it Saturday morning after I brought you home. It was," he waggled his eyebrows, "very educational." "Uhh...wow." I didn't say anything else, but my mind was whirling. He leaned over the counter and clinked my glass with his, and I had just enough presence of mind left to sip the crisp, fruity wine. I hadn't tried this variety before and the tiny bubbles - much softer than champagne - tickled the inside of my mouth.

Crysta makes a small, choked sound. And I can’t fucking breathe.

I wanted him in a way that was, oh so tempting. Want and crave are different. Want is safe. You can be on a diet and want a chocolate bar, but it doesn’t mean you’ll give in. If you’re on that diet and you crave a chocolate bar, you can bet your ass you’ll have that chocolate. And when you crave, you’ll rationalize it. You’ll give yourself a thousand good reasons why it’s okay to have that one little chocolate bar. It won’t hurt. It’s just one. My body tingled with the very thought of having Ivan inside me once more. All it will take for the want to turn to a craving is perhaps something as simple as a single touch from him. Then I could have him, have his body, just one more time.

I wanted a taste. I was suddenly hit with an intense thirst that can be quenched only by having a taste. Fuck, my canines were aching so bad. But I also knew exactly what that meant. I've found a new obsession. But this time it's so strong and powerful. That's how it has been over the past years. If I crave blood that isn't that of my mate's, I will continue to crave different people's blood until I meet my mate, whose blood will put an end to these cravings, since her blood will be the only blood I will forever crave.

He shifts back; putting a seat between us and truly looking horrified. Bibah simply shakes her head at our childish shenanigans and takes a sip of her iced latte, metal straw clinking in the Hydro Flask. “The Awoo Book Club’s pick for this week is H.P Lovecraft.” She pats the voluminous book atop the pile and I notice it’s the library copy of H.P Lovecraft’s Omnibus 3. “I’m so excited to roast his ass.”

Again. "I– Uh... I..." Thankfully, Alexander saves me from the embarrassment and grabs the back of my head as he closes his lips over mine, giving me something else for my heart to skip over. I hum to the familiar sweet taste of him and open my mouth for him to slide his tongue in as his leg brushes against mine, asking for permission. I immediately take the hint and spread my legs, letting him sip his through. I lift my hands to his shoulders, slowly sneaking my way to the end of his curls as his tongue wrestles with me, lips softening against mine and every contact sends sparks of pleasure through me. Not enough. It's never enough. I just want more. Crave more. Need more.