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"I have cravings for meat ." "Are you saying that you are pregnant?* "No I am not pregnant. I only crave meat." "Do you want one now?" "Yes,but a raw one. A full turkey or chicken." Alex eyed the Queen for a while. "Please Alex ." Alex went to the kitchen and made his request. Mrs Jones gave him a full turkey. Alex paid 30 coins. Carmen did not wait long, she grabbed the turkey and began to eat. She licked any blood that covered parts of her mouth. And licked every finger with blood on it.

Shadows of bookshelves surrounded us, silent witnesses to our heat, our pleasure, our unrestrained craving. He brushed damp hair from my face, lips curling in a dark, knowing smirk. “This… is only the beginning,” he murmured. “Next time, we’ll go even further.” I pressed against him, gasping, sticky, trembling. My body would never be the same. Desire pulsed through me, insatiable, unrelenting. I wanted more. I needed more. Even as the library returned to silence, even as the shadows settled, I knew one thing: some pleasures could never be contained. Some encounters would haunt you, consume you, and leave you trembling, desperate, craving the next forbidden moment.

When I reached her hips, I hooked my fingers in her underwear and pulled it off slowly, revealing her completely. She was glistening, already so ready for me. But I wanted to taste her first, wanted to make her fall apart before I took her. I settled between her legs and looked up at her. Her eyes were hazy with alcohol and need, her lips parted, her chest heaving with anticipation. “Watch me,” I commanded, and lowered my mouth to her. The first taste of her made my wolf howl. She was sweet and tangy and absolutely perfect. I explored her with my tongue, learning what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her hips buck against my face.

“Marcus told me Clara is acting strange. Should we be worried?” I shook my head slowly. “No. Keep doing what you are doing. Make her feel desired. Make her dependent. The closer she gets to both of you, the easier it will be when the time comes.” Julian smiled. “She is already addicted. She tries to fight it, but her body betrays her every time.” I laughed softly. “Good. Keep her addicted. Keep her confused. And if she starts asking questions about the past… distract her. Use her body against her. She is weak when she is desperate.”

Just past seven, and I'd been awake for twenty minutes. I was exhausted, but my mind was restless, and I couldn't sleep. I fucked her yesterday as I'd set out to do from the moment, I'd seen her picture on the Craving Sugar site. Took her body as a beast would mounting his mate. Against the wall. On the floor of my living room when I couldn't wait to reach my room. In the shower when she asked to wash off the night's activities. And then again, just around three a.m. when I followed her into the kitchen for a drink of water. For her, I'd become insatiable. Spent the night perpetually hard each time the slip of a girl so much as blinked my way.

"I want to kneel between your legs, taste every drop of you… your juices coating my tongue… feel your hands in my hair, dragging me closer… pushing me down, forcing me to swallow you… until I’m soaked and drunk from your juices." Her fingers fisted in my chest, nails biting, and she breathed, "Isn’t that… wrong? Isn’t it… disgusting? It's an abomination for an alpha." "It is," I admitted, a low chuckle vibrating from my chest. "And I don’t give a damn. You’ve driven me insane, Talia. I’d do anything. Kneel, suck, lick… even start at your toes if you told me to. I’d drink it all, taste it all, fuck every inch of you."

(THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT, IT'S NOT ADVISABLE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) Craving 3 (Desires) Seeing a devious smirk on her face, I walked away, even though I knew there was no getting out of this one. When it comes to the mistress, I like her talking since she discloses too much and keeps me prepared for what is to come, but when she remains silent, I can't foresee her.

He took my hand and began caressing it before putting my head on his shoulder and whispering into my ear, "Stay." That was my last straw, which I couldn’t ignore. It would be impossible if I pretended like I was clueless, not knowing he was trying to seduce me, which I find myself loving. I crave him. Michael has never made me feel this way without having to touch me. Seth clearly saw me that day and didn’t care for the world what I was doing, screaming his name in that manner. He knows I wanted him, and he is clearly tempting me. Seth's warm hands fondled the back of my neck repeatedly, while his lips grazed the side of my neck. “Should I go ahead?” His warm breath oozed from his mouth to m

He nodded, but his eyes held a spark of something dangerous—maybe he'd want more, become a complication. As I slipped back home later, cum trickling down my thighs under my dress, I smiled to myself. Richard and Jake would be home soon, none the wiser. But the risk, the betrayal—it fueled my fire. Next, perhaps I'd invite Harlan over when they were out, or tease them into another family session while hiding this secret. My cravings never ended; they only grew.

Every moan, every shudder only makes me crave her more, like she’s a drug I’ll never shake, a hunger that grows sharper with every taste. Her pleasure peaks, a shuddering moan escaping her as her body clenches around me, dragging me over the edge with her. The intensity should leave me sated, but it doesn’t. My hand tightens on her hip, my fingers digging into her skin as a gnawing hunger twists in my gut. Something’s wrong, seriously wrong. Why am I still burning for her, still craving her like I haven’t just had her? She’s barely conscious, her body limp against the sheets, her breaths shallow and uneven, yet the need to keep going claws at me, relentless.