Lust Awakening Novels & Stories

Chapter 27 Third POV Elara awoke to a faint sliver of light filtering through the darkened cave, its soft glow reflecting off the still pond. She blinked, adjusting her eyes to the gentle shimmer as she slowly sat up, confusion momentarily clouding her thoughts. The last thing she remembered was collapsing into sleep, her body aching and sore from the torment of hunger and exhaustion. But now, as she stretched her limbs, she felt nothing but strength, as though the fatigue and pain had been swept away by some unseen force.

He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss directly to my forehead. "Lyssandra wants the authority, and she's not done pulling out her cards," he murmured, his lips moving against my skin before sliding down to press a hot, velvet kiss onto my cheekbone. "The guilds want the throne." He shifted, trailing his mouth across my face to press a light, agonizingly slow kiss right to the tip of my nose. "But none of them understand what happens when your blood fully wakes up," he whispered, his hands sliding up to frame my jaw, his thumb brushing my bottom lip.

He has the hardest erection ever. Just the sight of it makes me want to go over and climb on it. He has me worked up, and it’s getting worse by the second. “You know…. I read once that the night before Awakening, your wolf gets super hormonal, especially if you already have a mate. Apparently, that makes it worse. The sex craving can be as bad as the haze. I don’t think I can sleep in the same room as you if you're not going to give me some relief… You wind me up being here.” It’s not entirely true, although there have been recorded cases of being horny all day before their first turn, and this is not like an unbearable urge. Just annoying. Not that he will know.

I sat in the waiting room of the Silver Ridge Pack clinic, hands resting on my eight-month pregnant belly. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. A poster on the wall showed a happy she-wolf holding a newborn pup under a full moon. Today was supposed to be routine, the final big ultrasound before the birth. Every appointment before this had ended the same way: "Everything looks perfect, Luna Ava." My phone vibrated on the vinyl seat next to me. Rowan: Don't wait for me anymore. Something came up. Take care of yourself.

I slammed the screen off and turned. Liam stood in the doorway of the bathroom, his hair still dripping, his robe loosely tied. His Alpha pheromones hit me, the scent of cedar, a scent that once captivated me. "Why did you take my phone?" "Couldn't sleep, wanted to check the financial reports. Grabbed it by mistake in a rush." I put the phone back on the nightstand. "Remembered a couple of accounts didn't match up."

Blood Awakening Chapter 14: Sweet spot Morning came in just a snap of fingers. Maridelle woke up with a pair of warm arms around her waist. She checked who it was just to find Lachlan cuddling her. Immediately, she checked if he got some clothes on. Maridelle cannot bear the thought of him sleeping beside her naked. For a moment, hot blood pooled on her cheeks. Slowly, with courage, she took peek under the blanket. It's a relief to see that he is wearing clothes. The landlady must have left it outside their room for him.

Not fully awake, but listening, growing closer to the surface. Lyra awoke to the first pale light of dawn, her body humming with new awareness. The world was too vivid: the city’s distant horn blasts, the taste of coffee bitter on her tongue, the feel of her sweater against skin. And ever-present, the echo of his hands at her waist, the heat of his voice. She stood at her kitchen window, mug in hand, and watched Boston stretch awake beneath gray skies. Nineteen. Seven hundred and thirty days until her life would transform completely.

Elara The awakening is cold, precise. No trace of the usual grogginess, only an immediate clarity, as if someone has flipped a switch in my brain. His command from the previous evening had worked with disquieting efficiency; my sleep was deep, dreamless, a plunge into the prescribed, restorative void. I get up, my body strangely light, my mind razor-sharp.

Sanctuary in Betrayal and the Weight of a Stolen Crown . The first hints of the Basti dawn, a pale, dusty yellow, were just beginning to stain the edges of the horizon when Lara stirred. She was a woman who always woke with the immediate, crystalline clarity of a corporate vice president. Still, this morning, the clarity was clouded by the heavy, satisfying weight of the man beside her. Rahul. The name, which had been a strategic objective just hours ago, was now a private, throbbing secret nestled in her core.

It started with lust and I couldn't believe that this lust would lead us to something more than having sex on his bed. i didn't know that Lazarus set an alarm, and I didn't even wake up.maybe it's because I slept so well, I slept last night without carrying a weight on my chest and without worrying that Zon might be crying because his cold is blocking his small and piercing nose again, making it difficult to breathe. I slept well all night and Lazarus used to wake me up with the way he kissed my neck. Just this morning, there are some red spots on the hidden part of my neck.