I Keep Craving Craving Novels & Stories

Your fingers are moving faster now, aren’t they? You can feel your walls clenching greedily around them, that desperate, fluttering need building deep inside. Your clit is throbbing under your touch, swollen and hypersensitive. Your breath is coming in short, quiet gasps so you don’t wake him. Your free hand might be gripping the sheets tightly, or pinching one of your sensitive nipples hard, sending sharp sparks straight down to your dripping core. You’re so close already. And deep down, you know the truth: No matter how good he is… part of you will always crave what I do to you.

It was my craving for the day. I crave different food almost everyday. Sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night to look for a specific food. Zandrey said I can call him anytime whenever I'm craving for something and he'll find ways to give it to me. I feel bad that it's such a hassle for him especially when he's at work. He has to drive from wherever he is to somewhere in order to find the food I'm craving then he has to also drive going here. He has such a limitless patience with me and I am grateful for that.

I was just about to head back to bed when it hit me. The craving. It was so sudden and strong, it nearly stopped me in my tracks. Ice cream. Not just a casual “oh, ice cream sounds nice” kind of craving. No. This was urgent. This was “if I don’t eat ice cream right now I might cry” kind of craving. I bit my bottom lip and looked toward the bedroom. Kai was still asleep, which meant he wouldn’t stop me from sneaking downstairs. Not that he ever did, but sometimes he worried when I wandered off alone, even inside the house.

“…little swan?” Heat rushes through me instantly, my fingers tighten around the box. Because this…this is exactly what I was trying to avoid. And exactly what I wanted at the same time. My lips part, but no words came out, because I already know I’m not going to say no. My heart's doing a crazy drum solo against my ribs, a mix of excitement and pure nerves. It feels like I'm about to step onto a super thin tightrope, with a massive drop below. But honestly, the urge is just too much to fight, that craving is too powerful. My breath catches as he leans in, his eyes locked on mine, and in that instant, everything else just disappears. It’s just this, this intense, electric feeling.

“You may sleep better…” Hmm, he seems vast. I’m surprised that this conversation is making me hungry… “I feel like eating kiwi with crackers,” I announce. Hunter opens his mouth and closes it again. “Don't tell me you're having cravings—” he picks up his cellphone and turns on the display— “at four o'clock in the morning!” “Please.” I push out my bottom lip. “No, no, no. No way.” He snorts. “Hunter,” I beg, thinning my voice.

When the last girl walks out, i bow my head between my shoulder blades and breath in through my mouth when a dark urge itches in my mouth and throat. I start to count down from ten like i have been trying to for weeks now but all i do it get worse. The harder i try to fight it, the stronger the urge. My breathing picks up, coming out rugged and harsh. Fight it. Fight. The urge, the crave for it. Fuck it.

Puffy eyes, coffee-stained shoes, and the expression of someone who had just been proposed to by a psychopath wearing her best friend’s face. I dropped into an empty seat near the window, clutching my boarding pass so tightly it crumpled in my fist. My heart was still racing, and my wolf wouldn’t stop pacing inside me, whining and howling inside my chest. Every step I took away from that corner felt heavier than the last, like invisible chains were trying to pull me back to him. ‘You slapped our mate.’ I clenched my jaw so hard it hurt. Shut up. I had barely managed to shut my wolf up when Mia’s voice crawled back into my head.

Something about his words ignited my ego—and I liked it. I leaned in and kissed him first, slowly moving my hips. There was no hesitation in me… even though I knew this was wrong. “Ah—” “Look at you,” he whispered. I shut my eyes tight.Because if I looked at him… I might admit it. I was starting to enjoy this. “You like it, Olivia?” he pressed against me, forcing a louder moan out of me. God… I couldn’t stop. Damn it. I’m addicted. Addicted… to my own brother-in-law.

Then he broke. "I can't stop thinking about you." His voice cracked. "Every night. Every morning. Every time I close my eyes, I see you on your knees, looking up at me. And I…." He pressed his palm against his forehead, like he was trying to press the thoughts out. "I've never wanted anyone like this. I've never needed anyone like this. And it terrifies me." I closed the distance between us. I reached up and touched his face, tracing the line of his jaw. He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch like a starving man.

One day, curiosity won. The place reeked. Rotting food, stale air—made me gag. And there she was, Cassandra, limp in bed, eyes dull, body unmoving. Not even a sip of water nearby. Then she saw me. Her eyes flickered—desperate. She tried to speak, to beg. Nothing came out. Leaning against the doorframe, I smiled. "I'm just here to return the key. Don't worry, Deke will be out in two days."