Unfulfilled Desires Novels & Stories

“She wanted a daughter-in-law who would know our dark side, who would see our ugly past and still… accept it. Accept me.” I tightened my hold on his hands, letting him know I was here, listening, that I wasn’t going anywhere. “But her wish never came true,” he finished quietly, his voice barely audible. The ache in his words seeped into me, making my heart clench. He had dreamed of fulfilling that wish, of giving his mother a life she’d never known, yet fate had taken that chance from him. I squeezed his hands gently, letting him feel my presence beside him. “Grayson… you’ve built something beautiful here. You’ve created the life she wanted for you, even if she never got to see it.”

This is so not how I pictured any of this going. I'm not sure if it's the presence of the mate bond or the fact that I haven't had sex in almost a year, but these…. sinful desires, these lustful cravings they need to stop. No matter how pent up I am, I can't reduce Jas to an object of my sexually frustrated desires especially when she deserves so much more. She deserves love and attention, a lot more than I'm currently able to give. I need to find a way to solve this problem. The thought of Jaselyn and recalling the lascivious dreams I've had of her stirs something within me. I can't possibly let myself pop a boner here, I'd rather bury myself underground.

The mere thought brings a wistful smile to my face. However, the bitter truth soon eclipses these fleeting fantasies. I sigh, acknowledging the futility of yearning for something that may never be. The invisible ties between Kylie and Arnold, the unbreakable mate bond, render my desires inconsequential. No matter how much I long for her, I understand the limitations fate has imposed.

Someone who wanted me for me without wanting anything in return. I didn’t care for riches. I’d seen what that was like while living with Jin and it was nothing to write home about. The constant pretense and stifling mannerisms were like a noose around my neck which has been gradually strangling me all these years. It was saddening and also gratifying that Rowan’s home felt like the a breath of fresh, undiluted air I so desperately needed.

Begging him to touch her. He’d wake up in the oppressive darkness, sweat slicking his body. Sometimes, he’d be hard, the physical manifestation of his unfulfilled desire. Sometimes, a furious, burning anger would consume him. Always, without fail, he woke up profoundly, achingly unsatisfied. The dreams fed the obsession, intensifying the hunger for something far beyond carnal pleasure.

"If you want me to forgive you, then wait three years." He lit up, then faltered. "Why three years?" "I'm going overseas to study. It might take longer. If you don't want to wait—" "I'll wait," he cut in, almost tripping over the words. "If it means you'll forgive me, I'll wait for as long as it takes..." He kept talking, piling promise after promise. However, I didn't listen to any of them. All I heard was him saying, again and again, that he would wait.

"Then what do you want? You said there was a price." He turned around, and the gold in his eyes was cold, like frozen coins. "You didn't just call a lover, Claire. You called a shadow. From now on, I am the hunger you can't satisfy. You will go about your life. You will go to your job, you will talk to your friends, you will eat and sleep. But every time a man touches your hand, you will feel my teeth on your neck. Every time you try to find pleasure without me, you will feel nothing but ash in your mouth." The weight of it hit me. It wasn't death; it was a haunting.

I lifted my hand slightly, calming him even as my own heart thundered. “You’re asking me to choose,” I said slowly. “Yes.” Mary’s voice softened. “They want to see which desire you value enough to anchor reality to.” “And the others?” I asked. “They will not be erased,” the second said. “But they will be… released.” The word felt hollow. I turned away from Elliot, forcing myself to breathe. All this time, desire had been danger because it was uncontrolled. Forbidden because it disrupted order. Now they wanted to use it.

He’d taught her not to hide, forced her to face the fact it was impossible to build happiness on a lie. And the truth was, of all her wicked midnight fantasies, the idea of two men taking her, at once, had been the most explosive. And yes, she might be able to renounce it now, for a while. But how long before denying her desire caught up with them? “I—I wish I could just make it go away. But I’m afraid I’ll never feel truly…settled and satisfied until I have it, at least once.” He frowned, nodded, turned, and paced to the other side of the room.

The yearning was palpable, a visceral ache that echoed within me. Oh, how I wished it were as simple as surrendering to this desire. But I understood that fate was at play here, orchestrating a complex dance that extended beyond our immediate desires. Being fated didn't guarantee an effortless path; it simply meant that our destinies were intertwined. The journey ahead would require effort, understanding, and perhaps even compromise.