Primal Attraction Novels & Stories

“You know you can tell me anything. Just say it.” “Okay.” My voice shook. “I’ve never been satisfied with normal sex. Vanilla stuff… it doesn’t work for me. I need something rougher. Primal. I like being chased. Hunted. I get off on the fear, the loss of control, being treated like prey and fucked hard. That’s why all my relationships fell apart after a month. No one could give me what I really wanted.” Micah’s eyebrows rose, but he stayed quiet, listening. “I found this underground club called the Provocative Playground. It’s a primal play space with a maze. You choose to be prey or predator. I always chose prey… and I always chose sex. I’ve been going there for months to get what I need.”

He turns at my approach, and the glass he holds freezes halfway to his lips. His gaze is a physical shock. It travels over every centimeter of my body, from my loose hair to the tips of my bare toes in their heeled sandals. The black pupils of his blue eyes dilate, swallowing the iris in an instant. I see the movement of his Adam's apple bobbing, with difficulty. Desire, raw, primal, lights up his face like lightning in the night. It's more than lust. It's a hunger. A recognition. The beast scenting another beast, its equal in artifice and instinct.

It’s under the asexual spectrum, a rather broad term, covering everything from those who seek no sexual touch ever to people who engage in casual sex sometimes and those who may not express sensual feelings until a deeper relationship is established first. The more I read, the more the label seems to fit me. The article last night talked of primary versus secondary sexual attraction. Apparently, primary attraction happens at first sight. You can look at a person, even a stranger on the street, and feel attracted to them. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt that before. Aesthetically, I may look at someone and admire their beauty. But I admire them with the same feeling of joy or excitement as seeing

Ever since she awakened her Primordial Innate constitution, the Drakell technique stirred as a reminder that, no matter what, he had to claim the woman with the Primordial Innate constitution. Now that he'd reached the semi-divine realm, the Primordial Innate constitution became all the more tempting to him. He was like a hot-blooded youth who had a naked bombshell standing in front of him.

Her wardrobe was a chaotic shrine to shredded denim and skirts that looked like they'd been cut from scarves. “I barely know him,” I murmured, and it was true. I only knew his name and that he had weird friends. Very different from how normal connections work, where you actually talk to someone before they spawn into your life at random. “But you can’t deny the attraction you feel for him,” she said, flashing a suggestive grin before going back to dig through her closet. I said nothing because deep down she was right. It was like being shoved onto a roller coaster you never agreed to ride, only to realise halfway through the drop that you weren’t even strapped in.

"As far as I know, no one wants to be harassed. We are all s*xual in nature, yes, but we’ve come a long way from still giving in to primal and barbaric instincts. We can’t use that as an excuse to do something wrong. What’s wrong is wrong. No one has the right to touch you, no matter who they are, not even a strand of your hair or the tip of your finger, without your permission, even if you were completely n*ked when you got on that jeep." That’s right, because if Noah were the type to act indecently, he would’ve already made a move on this woman. He could’ve used his position in RTA—or h*ll, even just his good looks—as leverage. He could try to seduce her to ease his s*xual frustration. But

Raja entered his room, but what he found was Tales, shirtless and without any undergarments, standing in front of his bed. His forehead creased as he looked at him. He couldn’t believe it, knowing that Tales was always repulsed by the thought of showing his body to him, let alone having sxx. But the Tales standing before him now was in a trance-like state. His eyes were dazed, devoid of liveliness, and he had a grin on his face, as if being pleasured by something.

“He is nothing. You endangered your pack. You endangered every pack.” And then the real voice came. The one that had been waiting. Low. Careful. “And let’s not pretend we don’t know what you are.” My stomach turned. My heart slammed once, hard, like it knew what was coming. “You’re an omega. A male omega.” The air shifted. All eyes were on me now. Like I’d grown a second head. Or like I was something to be put down. “You go into heat,” the man said slowly. “You attract attention. You form bonds with anything that breathes. You’re unstable. You’re vulnerable.”

“ I needed a shower bef..'' his words were abruptly cut off as he found himself pressed against the door, the forceful impact stealing away his chance to finish the sentence. Prius's assertive body language spoke of a primal desire as he gazed into Luke's eyes. Locked in Prius's gaze, Luke felt the magnetic pull of their connection intensify. "You have no idea how tempting you are right now, mate," Prius' gravelly voice, infused with the resonance of his bear, sent shivers down Luke's spine. A daring promise hung in the air as Prius concluded by sensually licking the side of Luke's neck, awakening a primal desire.

She sucked in a breath and threw her head back, shoving his face harder against her. Delicious shivers spread in the wake of his mouth as it traveled to the tender juncture of her neck and shoulder. Sparks of heat cascaded across her skin. The scrape of his stubble and teeth were like a whip, driving her closer to the release she needed. His big hands slid up from her hips to cup her breasts, lifting and pushing them together for easier access. Arching her back, Khalia offered herself to him, head falling back when his hot, moist mouth closed over one aching center and sucked. A high, thin cry broke from her throat.