Twisted Cravings Novels & Stories

“Marcus told me Clara is acting strange. Should we be worried?” I shook my head slowly. “No. Keep doing what you are doing. Make her feel desired. Make her dependent. The closer she gets to both of you, the easier it will be when the time comes.” Julian smiled. “She is already addicted. She tries to fight it, but her body betrays her every time.” I laughed softly. “Good. Keep her addicted. Keep her confused. And if she starts asking questions about the past… distract her. Use her body against her. She is weak when she is desperate.”

She came closer to me slowly, swaying her hips from one side to another, I wondered why she walked that way, she was always rigid with her movement, she bit her lower lip, while I stood frozen before her, she leaned in until her breath tickled my ear. “Marcella Solis… I want you,” she whispered. She pulled back just enough for me to see her face, though she remained dangerously close. From behind her back, she brought out a strawberry she hid behind her. She took a slow, deliberate bite. There was something consuming about the way she bit the strawberry, taking every bite slowly while I could hear the crunchy sound, it made me want some but not from the one she held in her hand, from where I

“No one in recorded history has ever rejected a blood-bond before.” He gave me a long, pointed stare that screamed: See? You are an absolute idiot. I huffed. “I am sure it has happened. It just was not documented.” “Right. Keep telling yourself that,” he said dryly. “But mark my words, these cravings will only get worse the longer you refuse to seal it. Eventually, it will become unbearable.” I bit the inside of my cheek. He did not know the hunger was already getting worse.

Yara said, "see, your cravings don't have to be disgusting." Damien walked in our suite and said, "How's my beautiful mate?" I said, "Having it out with her wolf, at the moment." He chuckled and said, "I heard. She told Zolten that I should come and rescue you from yourself." I laughed and said, "I'm having one of my weird cravings again and she refuses to let it stay down, when I try to eat it." He said, "Do I want to know what this craving is?" I cringed and said, "pickles and peanut butter." He shuttered and said, "I don't blame her." I said, "I told her the pups must be needing salt and protein, so she told me to eat some jerky. I did and that helped." He said, "Much better idea."

like someone poking at a hive of bees. Sensations buzzed through my flesh, sending flaming-hot darts of longing to sizzle in my core,hot prickles of want and cascading shivers of delight. I welcomed each stroke and glide of his tongue, relishing the way his breathing quickened and his hold tightened. Somewhere in a not so tangled part of my brain,I was worried that one kiss could do this to me,turn me into a breathless,limbless wanton with zero willpower. His body stiffened when I linked my arms around his neck and leaned into him.

But my night-time reminded me. The evenings, alone and comfy in bed. They reminded me. Because that’s when the cravings start. The desire, raw desire to be taken over and over until I was too weak to move a muscle. That craving. Talking to Axel on call didn’t help. I mean, it did free my mind for a bit. A few laughs and bumble talk, but when it was over, we bid each other goodnight and I was alone again? The cravings came again. Just resuming from where they stopped and bombarding my mind with images. Graphic pictures and memories of how the last session felt.

“Like what? Didn’t Reagan get you a bunch of beef jerky and all sorts of dried meat this morning?” “Yeah, but that’s not the only cravings I have.” “What other cravings do you freaking want?” “Oh, you know, like pleasures and desires. Orgasms and climaxes, if you want to know specifics… things that I can’t get from any of you alpha heirs. Well, unless, you want to finally have a taste of me. It’s about time anyway, right? I promise you a good time.” A glint of mischievous smile appears on her lips and eyes.

Every moan, every shudder only makes me crave her more, like she’s a drug I’ll never shake, a hunger that grows sharper with every taste. Her pleasure peaks, a shuddering moan escaping her as her body clenches around me, dragging me over the edge with her. The intensity should leave me sated, but it doesn’t. My hand tightens on her hip, my fingers digging into her skin as a gnawing hunger twists in my gut. Something’s wrong, seriously wrong. Why am I still burning for her, still craving her like I haven’t just had her? She’s barely conscious, her body limp against the sheets, her breaths shallow and uneven, yet the need to keep going claws at me, relentless.

I barked again and this time he fell over to the floor. “Not fair, you should be scared of me." “Do it again, I promise I'll be scared." I squinted my eyes and side eyed him. “Please baby, please." “No." “Please." “Nope." “I'll get you more goodies." “Are you trying to bribe me." “No, I'm trying to bribe our baby so the cravings kick in. Hot chocolate, strawberry flavoured anything, vanilla flavoured sweet, imagine the taste Cristela. "

Twisted the top. Empty. Fuck. I tossed it across the seat, hard enough to dent the interior panel. The hunger clawed up my spine. My vision blurred red at the edges. My hands gripped the wheel tighter. The leather groaned under the pressure of my claws. It wasn’t just thirst. It was something worse. A pull. A violent, vicious craving that rolled through my chest like thunder. I tried to breathe. To focus. To think of Raymond. His voice. His heartbeat. The way his blood sang when I got close.