My Sweetest Obsession Novels & Stories

I replied lightly. He finally smiled. "You're smart. I guess I should read more books now." I chuckled, then asked. "What do you think about it? Love and obsession." He leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table. "I think obsession is a darker form of love. It's more intense than whatever you think love is. It is raw and messy. It doesn't lie the way love does." I stayed quiet, trying to understand him. Well, he had his own perspective just like I had mine.

Even Caramel finishes his food easily, though he is the last of us. As soon as that happens, we all look at Doctor Sweet. She is beautiful, the gentle look on her face able to make the weird thing in my chest loosen a bit. Even when she smiles, her eyes light up and makes the tension around us reduce by a thousandfold as she says "How are you?" There is silence at first but Strawberry breaks it by scoffing "That's a very fucked up question, isn't it Sweet?" She doesn't remind him of the no cussing on the table rule, her eyes rather are on Caramel "Love?"

If anything he obsessed over her, worshipped the ground that she walked on. But her smell, the sweet fucking smell of sunshine, drove me insane. Smelling her aroused on the training field, it took everything in me to not take her then and there. To feel my cock in her sweet, went cunt. To grip her long brown hair as I stared into those deep, brown eyes. I was literally losing my mind over her. Since then Creed has been sending images of her sweet pussy to me, begging me to take her. Begging me to fuck her. He was convinced she was his mate and he wanted to take what was his. Fair enough I guess.

I wanted to feel her submit, to hear her scream my name while I buried myself deep inside her. Would she be shy? Or wild? I bet she was a screamer—the type to claw at a man's back until he bled. The images flashing through my mind were so vivid that they caused actual physical pain. For a second, I hesitated. What if I give in? Just once. A taste to satisfy the craving. They say forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest; maybe if I had her once, this obsession would vanish. But I was a fool. I knew that the moment my skin touched hers, I would be an addict. I would never want to let go.

Exhaustion took over her and she fell into a deep slumber despite all the regret weighing down on her fragile heart. He didn't tell her when he was going to leave because he himself wasn't sure. Before he just wanted a taste of her and now that he had a taste of her, all he wanted was to overdose on her. Each night, each fucking time. She was soft like silk and tasted like honey. His shaft had started to rise as he recalled her taste. He "My Sweet, Sweet Bella," he murmured and placed a kiss on the top of her hair before pulling her body flushed into him, she moaned faintly in protest in her sleep but he paid no heed and closed his eyes while relishing her soft delicate skin against his.

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Not one bit. “‘All great and precious things are lonely,’” I murmur, the words slipping out. “John Steinbeck.” His face stills, and he gives me a long, lingering look, the air between us thicker, intimate. “Is that…is that a compliment from the girl who hates me? Are you saying I’m precious?” Uh… “You do hate me, right?” His eyes hold mine, those baby blues that make me weak, and even though I don’t want to feel desire for him anymore, it rears its head, my senses lighting up at his smell, at our close proximity—

I almost dropped the tray of the pies. Finally the pack meeting ended. All the other omega females went outside to clean the dishes and to cut the ingredients. Since I was going through a tough situation the oracle had ordered them to give me less tasks for a few days. So I was just sitting at the kitchen, wiping out the extra water from the cleaned dishes that were coming from outside time to time. Suddenly I got that familiar fragrance again. It was a beautiful enchanted fragrance like a lotus flower. Sweet and fruity. I quickly turned back and came face to face with the soon to be alpha who was standing there right in front of me. He was calm and composed just like earlier.