Dangerous Thirst Novels & Stories

Giulia says as she looks back at me, and my eyebrows furrow. "Really. I thought they were obsessed with blood," I reply, and she shrugs. "They track using a prey's blood, but we have researched them. Since we heal fast and we know they can't kill us with just their bites, we have run experiments. We force a thirsty one to go without food for a few days, and then we put our arms through the bars. The thirsty ones always bite, and we have found that they suck everything out. They have venom in their mouths that liquify most tissues. So they literally suck their prey completely dry. We have dissected squirrels that they have caught, and the theory has been confirmed every time. Our blood kills

“My body jerks like it's attempting to save itself, but I continue pushing and that triggers something and my brain goes foggy. My throat swallows, and it goes further. That is the point at which the astonishing frenzy thing occurs when I can't relax. My body heaves to save itself, yet I push it more profound and my throat gets generally delicious, similar to as having a climax. Then there's no restriction, I can take every last bit of it, and it gets me so energized I nearly get off. You ought to attempt it.” He gazed at her in dismay. “No,” he said, “I shouldn't. Is there something wrong with you?” “I have to strongly disagree if something is wrong,” she said. “For what reason do you need

She wasn’t going to completely trust this man not to do anything sneaky. She stayed awake the entire drive. Hours went by and it didn’t seem like the mercenary was stopping for anything, not even to take a piss. Her mouth had gone dry. She’d already been thirsty back at the caravan and she was now parched. Her lips were peeling with how dry they were. She was to the point she thought she might do anything for a drop of water. Thirst was the first thing she found that made her desperate. The hours passed much slower than when she was riding in the back of the caravan. So slow that she was starting to lose her mind. All she could focus on was the touch of the mercenaries hand on her stomach an

He writhed in agony as lava consumed him through his veins, the pain originating from the bite mark on his pale wrist. His gums ached and his throat burned as if scorched by the desert sand. God, he was so thirsty. It was a thirst unlike any other he had ever experienced in his short conniving life, and it tore through his pain.

I gave her a quick look and when she looked at me, we both abruptly turned away. Her scent was strong and I loved it, I couldn’t get enough of it. Having her this close for two hours would probably kill me. Or her, if my devil got his way. This … was … why … I … didn’t … date. The amount of blood I took from that elk would normally be enough to hold me over for days, but at this rate my thirst would return with a vengeance soon. If that happened, animal blood wouldn’t be enough to put out the fire.

I hate that it still feels like home, I try to hold onto the anger. I try to remember my sister. My brother. My mother. But my body betrays me, my resistance weakens and my movements slow. The fight in my wrists turns into trembling instead of pushing. His kiss softens slightly. Not possession now or dominance, but something rawer, something breaking. My breathing shifts. And despite everything — Despite the war, the lies, the blood, the threat — I melt. Just a little. Because I still love him. And that is the most dangerous thing of all.

I confirmed. " Don't worry Mamma! We just dealt with them. But we can't leave without Braze. He is somewhere here. We need to get to him. But...." She adjusted her collar as if she was having difficulty breathing. " But I am so thirsty Mamma. It's like my organ are drying up. I need something... I need something to drink. " I saw the veins on her body slithering as she tried scratching it. I knew this thirst. I understood what she was craving. It was a bequest from her damned father. A curse running in her vein.

In that empty space, from the deepest bottom of her parched womb—a thirst for that ferocious and raw male. Wanting to mercilessly receive and fiercely swallow the beast's devastating thick length, a thirst she was experiencing for the first time in her life, began to blaze roaringly like a flame.

She went to the bedside table and picked up the glass of water, and when she pressed the cold glass rim against her parched, cracked lips, she felt even thirstier. She savored a drop of water that traced its way into her mouth. Thick saliva streaked the inside of her mouth, instantly sapping any moisture that may have entered. Yet her thirst wasn't quenched. The feeling of needing to drink something more was normally just her brain's way of warning her that she'd been dehydrated. It was a burn that didn't go away but instead grew stronger than ever. How could she still be so thirsty after a glass of water? Somehow, it felt like she wanted more.

"I've brought you some broth to help you along." Heat builds inside me. It's a slow burn that starts in the pit of my stomach and moves up until I can barely contain it in my throat. I'm miserable and dangerous-not a good combination. I don't need anything from her or anyone else. "Get the fuck out." I barely move my lips because if I open my mouth, she will be a pile of ash.