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I am screwed! He popped it open like soda, took a swig, then shoved it toward me. “Your turn.” “I’ve never drunk before,” I admitted. “Then tonight’s your first. Let's pop that cherry, Dumpster Boy.” I took a sip. Fire clawed down my throat. I coughed, grimaced. He laughed, full and rich, and it made me want to try again. So I did. Then again, and again. The burn softened into a warmth that spread through my chest, loosening everything I’d been holding too tight.

I sipped coffee, hot, bitter, crunching toast, packed bag, water bottle, granola bar, José on my mind, his laughter, his worry, Friday's phone call, sixty minutes, comfort, my craving, undeniable, Victor's office, his dick, my cries, my guilt, surging, my desire, ablaze, wrong I strolled, apartment dark, windows glowing, city waking, my leggings constricting, tank soothing, my body restless, the pain entrenched, José's voice, deep, steady, my moan, incessant, my craving wild, Victor, José, my truth, changing. I glanced at my phone, no messages, my fingers scorched, no message to José, not yet, my heart soaring, the hike, 9:00 a.m., quad, my heartbeat slamming, my fire, my truth, alive.

Why was I suddenly craving him? "Craving him?" I laughed hard at my thoughts. I was craving someone I had just met hours earlier? This must be madness. I continued preparing the Takoyaki to get my mind off him. It worked for a while but after, I couldn't resist it. The Takoyaki was finally done, and my mouth watered. The cravings I had initially came crawling back. The cravings that woke me up from bed, the cravings that made me skip work and go to the store to get the ingredients. The cravings that made me meet Zac.

he said before leaving, and she could only stare at his back in a daze. When she looked down at her palm, she realized it was chocolate. Her eyes widened immediately, a blush coming to rest on her cheeks. Rael Morgan had actually gotten her a chocolate to ease her cramps!

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.

“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.”

Francesca's presence faded into the background, her shocked gasp barely registering as Zoraya's hands slid up to my shoulders, her fingers tangling in my hair. I kissed her more fiercely, my grip tightening around her waist as if I feared she might slip away. The taste of champagne on her lips mixed with a sweetness that was entirely her own, and I couldn't get enough. The years apart melted away, replaced by a raw, urgent need to make up for lost time. I craved her like a drug. I was an addict, and she was cocaine.

“So that is why you got me coffee,” I remarked with a grin at Seth’s statement that the weather has been cold today. “Is it still... oh, it is already cold,” I said, feeling the coffee in my hand. “I could get you another one; I didn’t even know the type of coffee you liked, so I got the one I preferred,” Seth said. “So which did you prefer?” “Caffe latte; it is written on the body with your name on it, Mrs. Thatcher." Seth rolled out my name with a teasing smile. I was shocked that we both liked the same coffee, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.

“Mmm, yes… just like that. Lick my clit, Avery. Show me how hungry you are.” Axel’s fingers never stopped their cruel rhythm – thrusting deep, curling, then slowing to almost nothing, his thumb teasing my clit with light flicks that kept me right on the edge. Every time my thighs began to tremble and my moans vibrated against Zara’s pussy, he pulled back just enough to let the orgasm slip away, leaving me whimpering and desperate beneath her.

Yara said, "see, your cravings don't have to be disgusting." Damien walked in our suite and said, "How's my beautiful mate?" I said, "Having it out with her wolf, at the moment." He chuckled and said, "I heard. She told Zolten that I should come and rescue you from yourself." I laughed and said, "I'm having one of my weird cravings again and she refuses to let it stay down, when I try to eat it." He said, "Do I want to know what this craving is?" I cringed and said, "pickles and peanut butter." He shuttered and said, "I don't blame her." I said, "I told her the pups must be needing salt and protein, so she told me to eat some jerky. I did and that helped." He said, "Much better idea."