I Keep Craving Craving Novels & Stories

The pain helps, just a little, just enough to keep my face still. He does not say anything else. He just stands there, waiting. I do not know what for. I focus on breathing. My chest rises and falls too fast. I cannot calm it. My lips still burn. My hands still tremble. My wolf is pacing inside my chest, restless and hungry, asking me why I do not look at him. I do not have an answer.

*** ~~~ CHANCÉ~~~ *** Since the last time River and I had sex, I’ve been thinking about that moment nonstop. I feel like a drug addict in withdrawal — conflicted, restless, and completely obsessed. Am I an addict? I don’t know, but if you can’t stay away from something and you obsess over it every second, then yeah… I guess I am. My drug is sex with River Dawson. I can’t stop craving it, so instead, I’m avoiding him.

Rufus pulled back just enough to look at me, his hand gripping my face. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want,” he said softly. “But I think you do. I think you’ve been craving more for a while now.” His fingers traced down my neck, over the necklace. “Tell me the truth, Bronte. Do you want to feel what it’s like to be completely taken?” I stood there shaking, in a position between terror and a dark aching need I couldn’t deny anymore. Down the hall, Chloe was waiting in my room, completely clueless.

The screen lit up, too bright in the darkness. Luke’s last message glowed back at me: Do you want me to come? My throat tightened. My thumb hovered again. My mind screamed at me—Don’t. Don’t do this. Don’t make it worse. But another voice whispered louder: He left you. At 2 a.m. Without a word. Who’s here for you now? The temptation to type something—anything—nearly consumed me. I typed: He’s gone. Then erased it. Typed again: I don’t know what to do.

“On what?” “Whether or not there’s popcorn involved.” “There is,” he said, smirking. “Well I have very specific needs.” He groaned. “Oh God. What now?” “Chocolate drizzle. And chopped pickles.” He stared at me like I’d grown a second head. “You… you want what?” “Don’t judge me.” “It’s not judgment. It’s concern. Are you pregnant?” I nearly choked. “Excuse me?” “That’s a pregnancy craving. That’s not a snack. That’s a food crime.”

his kisses full of a strange kind of hunger that's making me lose control. Why am I feeling this now? Does it means I have been secretly craving for this moment? His hands grabs my boobs and squeezes them softly...his fingers fondling with my nipples. My body is suddenly itching me to feel his touch...I'm having a kind of craving I thought I wouldn't have for anyone with his touch. He stops kissing me and stands up...I frown because I suddenly miss him...his touch. My boobs and body are all craving for his touch...I want him to touch me now!

The craving of the week. I heard stories from Merigold, Lilly and the brothers about cravings. Some of the odd combinations they wanted. Like Lilly had to have ketchup on mashed potatoes for two weeks straight. Merigold was fried chicken and orange juice with Jace and Jax. With the girls she craved waffles with peanut butter and strawberries with a side of garlic pickles. I would have gotten Speed anything she wanted no matter how weird it was. I promise, but I’m so glad that the only craving Speed has was for sweets. She would eat them once in a while before she got pregnant but now she was eating them everyday. The biggest thing was ice creams and Merigold’s cookies. But all of that broug

"Something bad is happening to me. Something really bad." And I'm starting to crave it too.