Temporary Mates Permanent Cravings Novels & Stories

He must have noticed my daze because he leaned in closer, his breath warm at the shell of my ear, voice a lazy dangerous purr, “Thinking about biting me, Vee? You can. I might even let you, if you beg nicely.” I rolled my eyes, trying to cover the way my body shivered, but he saw it and grinned. “Relax, little trouble,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose into my hair, “it’s normal for mates to crave each other. Especially after a blood exchange, I cure you with my blood and, well...” his palm slid across my shoulder, slow, possessive, “after that little taste I had last time, my body’s been humming for you.” Gods, why did he have to say it like that?

So when she grabs my arm to literally pull me back to bed, I follow, "Bite me again." "You want another mark?" I ask, licking my lips in anticipation, my spent dick twitching back to life. Sky's wolf nods, "Whatever you want, precious." The first mark I gave her is the real deal. It's still fresh and alive and dripping blood. It's going to stay like that for a couple more days. Then, it's going to heal very slowly, but it's never going to go away completely. Never. This other mark my mate is asking for will be temporary, only a horny bite. And I'm more than willing to give it to her.

~ Jayden ~ I can still taste her shock on my tongue. I almost can’t believe Bryan’s wife is underneath me right now. I had suspected he wasn’t the one texting me but honestly? I wanted to meet her too. She’s trembling, torn between fury and something darker. They all are at first… horny wives who meet up pretending they want answers, not touch. But the moment I lean in close enough for them to smell the gloss, the perfume, the sweat… the moment they see what their husbands have been craving, they go quiet.

The panties slipped off, leaving me completely bare beneath his hungry gaze. Nicanor paused for a moment, his eyes raking over me with unrestrained desire. His breath was heavy, and I could see the tension in his body, the way his muscles flexed as he fought for control. He wanted to devour me, to claim me, but he was holding back, making me wait—making me crave him even more.

My legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper as he filled me completely with every thrust. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as he drove into me with increasing intensity. My nails scraped down his back, holding onto him as if my entire life depended on it. For a long while, nothing else mattered. My mind went blank of all my problems, worries, and stress. I could only think about him—us—and the way we felt right now. How could I make this last forever with all the odds seemingly against us? ______ •Dominic• The morning sun poured through the dining room windows, casting a warm glow over the breakfast table where I sat with Sofia, Cara, Craig, and Greta.

Every scar, every secret and every buried longing poured from one soul to the other until there was no separation left. A blinding golden light erupted from their joined bodies. It wasn’t soft or warm, it was extremely hot and it flooded the room until shadows burned away. The windows rattled, and the air itself seemed to hum with power. Naelis’s eyes snapped open, pure molten gold swirling with thin, blazing rings of crimson. While Zoran’s eyes burned the opposite, deep crimson red with shimmering gold. They were fully mated, permanently bound, and nothing in the world could reverse it.

“Why? You know we are going to be just great.” He shook his head. “You are going to be great. I am not. I know I shouldn’t be negative, and I even talked to Theo about it and got words of advice from him, but I just can’t overlook the changes and how it’s only affecting you.” He is so adorable, and I love him so much. “Alessandro, did you know that some months from now, I will start having crazy cravings? I am not going to hate food forever. It’s temporary. The pregnancy is also temporary, but do you know what will be permanent?”

Alpha Marcus and Luna Catherine stood on the platform with their advisors. More than fifty unmated women filled the chairs. I found Sasha. She grabbed my hand and looked worried. “You okay?” she whispered. I said nothing. Alpha Marcus stepped to the microphone. The room fell silent. “Alpha Cameron of Silver Creek has agreed to an alliance with us,” he said. “In return, they require a temporary arrangement with an unmated female.” Whispers spread. “His mate cannot bear children. He needs an heir. He is requesting a one-year contract.”

But there was one truth I tried to bury… a craving I didn’t want to name. It wasn’t only one cock I craved for. Deep down... I wanted more. To be used, stuffed, filled until I couldn’t breathe, like the woman in that video. The thought alone shamed me even as it made me ache. But no, I would never cross that line. One cock is where I stop.

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