Primal Attraction Novels & Stories

“Get back.” He smiled and whispered to her ear, “Don’t fight it, I know you want it.” She was immobile in his control, he was a powerful Immortal after all, and yet something tells her it’s something else, that deep down she has this twisted attraction to him too. Damn her Immortal genes. They have always been sensual creatures and having an insanely attracted Immortal like Ezra standing too close to her is making her defenses crumble.

In Blaze’ mansion, Tresh emerged from the bedroom with one of the many models his friend keeps around. His usual choice was not around that day, with the tension he felt he had to settle for the one around. He was not surprised to find out that she knew exactly what he liked in bed because his sex life was general knowledge amongst his fans and models. He made a mental note never to pick her again, she was just too eager for his liking. Her screams and moans were a complete turn off to him, something that had never happened before. He started wondering if that was not Amaya’s influence on him.

"Yeah, it's nice." "Trisha got into the publishing company," Storm bragged and Trisha blushed. "Really where?" I faked my happiness. And please don't be where I think it is... "Manhattan Publishing Company. I got the interview yesterday, and they immediately liked me." Trisha smiled widely as Storm stared at her adoringly. I sighed irritatedly under my breath. "That's great! I'm happy for you." I forced a smile, and I noticed Storm looking at me warily. “So, what can I get you guys?"

Something primal stirred beneath her practiced restraint. ‎It wasn’t just attraction, it was desire, heat, hunger. Her knees trembled, and she leaned slightly back against the wall for support, her fingers curling at her sides, aching to reach for him, to pull him in and find out exactly how far this tension could go before it snapped. ‎

In truth, the sight of him filled her with heat composed of equal parts primal attraction and rage. Attraction, because … well, one has to only look at him to explain that visceral phenomenon. It's also not hard to determine while contemplating what he looks like under his clothes, the thought of seeing him naked triggered an elusive warmth deep inside of me.. Men of his calibre and type, makes Aurora go mad for desire and they just seem to push her anger button!

How could the taste of a single woman do such a thing? “There have been reports of humans who have particular blood types that attract our kind,” he begins, grabbing a book that sits on his desk and then passing it to me. “It’s all in here. They’re called attrahere, and they are meant to be by the ones who crave them.” Eyes widening, I take in what I’m being told, but I can’t seem to believe it. How could a single human possibly be worthy of being by my side? She was only good enough to play with until I’d had my fill; that was it.

My body craved their touch, their mouths on my skin, their seed coating my womb. What was happening to me? All I could think about was sex. The urge to fuck and to be fucked. Grayson let his towel drop to the floor. Mason and Lucas peeled their clothes from their sculpted bodies. They were all drawn to me, to my alluring scent, like they were under a magical spell. It was out of their control just as much as it was out of mine. Our primal desires had robbed us of all sense and reason, leaving behind one impulse that needed to be sated. A raging desire and propensity to breed.

he asked, and lifted an eyebrow, "You are really going to keep calling me that? I can understand that you probably put up the act for the benefit of your father, but we are alone now... There's no need for that" This damn attraction. It was the reason why she had made such a total fool of herself. She had been blinded by the physical attraction so powerful and shattering that it transcended her common sense. For a moment she stood, frozen into stillness by the strength of his presence. There was something intensely sexual about him. Something raw and untamed. Something primitively male. She had sensed it from the first moment she met him and now she was feeling it again as she stood, trapped

"You are perfect! Everyone says you are perfect wife, perfect daughter-in-law, perfect woman... but to me... you are just PERFECTLY BORING! You never make mistakes, you never speak loudly, you never disagree, you never show anger or temper... you are like a programmed robot doing everything exactly how people expected you to do! There is absolutely nothing exciting, special, or surprising about you anymore! Everything is always predictable and safe! How do you expect me to be attracted or interested in you forever when you are like this?" "So being perfect and good to you is actually my mistake?" I whispered in shock and disbelief, feeling like every word he said was tearing my soul apart pi

His hand abandoning that sensitive spot below my chin. Weak, my body still sensitized, I swayed. "Logan…. " I started. I sucked in a breath, my hands curling into fists as I felt his mouth on me, his tongue wet and hot, stroking me through the silk of my panties. It was erotic and decadent. It was wonderful and wicked. It wasn't enough. I wanted more. I wanted him. " Layla." My name was a desperate plea on his lips a he lifted his head and pushed to his feet.