I Keep Craving Craving Novels & Stories

He squeezes my hand gently, reassuringly. ~*~ That evening I'm laying in bed between two overgrown men, reading a book, but I can't concentrate. There's a craving I've been having since 2:30 this afternoon and I can't seem to get over it. I can't figure out what I want. It's driving me nuts. Everything else makes me vomit. I throw the book at the wall and grumble to myself. Kaden chuckles and Kol sighs. "Cravings?" "No shit!" I retort.

I barely even liked sweets, but suddenly I was mixing peanut butter with pickles at midnight. But the real kicker? I couldn’t hide it anymore. My stomach had begun to round, small but visible, and the cravings weren’t just weird; they were fierce. They arrived with heat in my skin, tightness in my chest, and a sense of yearning that felt like an animal.

But my night-time reminded me. The evenings, alone and comfy in bed. They reminded me. Because that’s when the cravings start. The desire, raw desire to be taken over and over until I was too weak to move a muscle. That craving. Talking to Axel on call didn’t help. I mean, it did free my mind for a bit. A few laughs and bumble talk, but when it was over, we bid each other goodnight and I was alone again? The cravings came again. Just resuming from where they stopped and bombarding my mind with images. Graphic pictures and memories of how the last session felt.

“Time is fine. But do not wait too long. Your body is already begging.” Later that night I lay in my bedroom, pretending to sleep. My mind would not stop. I kept seeing Julian’s confident smile and Marcus’s intense eyes. I wanted both of them. One rough and strong, the other smooth and commanding. Together. The thought made me press my thighs together under the sheets. Just a little longer. I cannot give in yet. But deep down I knew the truth. I was already falling. And the secrets in this house might destroy everything. The aches between my legs became too much. I slipped my hand under my nightdress and between my legs. I was soaking wet. My fingers found my swollen clit and started rubbing

I barked again and this time he fell over to the floor. “Not fair, you should be scared of me." “Do it again, I promise I'll be scared." I squinted my eyes and side eyed him. “Please baby, please." “No." “Please." “Nope." “I'll get you more goodies." “Are you trying to bribe me." “No, I'm trying to bribe our baby so the cravings kick in. Hot chocolate, strawberry flavoured anything, vanilla flavoured sweet, imagine the taste Cristela. "

she even made a figure in the air, insinuating what she just said. I bit my lower lip and sighed. Am I... really? These days, I noticed that I eat a lot, like a lot. And I constantly crave for foods. Sometimes, I crave before going to bed. I even wakes up Logan sometimes just to get the food that I am craving so bad, and I Kno that it isn't normal anymore. But I am hoping that it was.

I felt drained and craving to experience that again. "Fuck!!!" I moaned from the aftertaste. What have I gotten myself into? This was never what Ace asked me to do. He asked to have my release and not to get addicted to that mysterious sweetness inside her. I can feel my craving for it increasing "Fuck..." I felt frustrated and confused at the same time. How do I explain myself to Ace? Telling him that I lost myself along the way and discovered something irresistible? Something addicting that almost blew my mind away? How can I even get myself to tell him that?

Mom, one day is not enough," I say. "One day, or get out of the house!" she yells, walking away. I sit on the floor next to the door, weeping. I'm broke; where am I going to get $500 from? I owed Amber almost $1000 US dollars; no matter how wealthy her parents are, knowing her, she will never loan me any more cash until I've paid her back. Still, I was not going to give up. I call her. "What do you want?" she answers the phone.

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.

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.