Vere Touch Starved Novels & Stories

Creature sits under the table waiting for food to drop. Occassionally Kellan messes with me and getting a dab of sauce on my face. When I'm finished, he tries to get me to lick the sauce from his fingers. I cringe hard and try to avoid. All I can think of is how these are the fingers that have touched rotting corpses and butchered people. He pops the offending things inside my mouth and I fight hard not to wretch. My eyes water with the force of my struggle. He pinches skin around my ribs in warning, and I suckle the disgusting fingers. "Good girl. Now, shall we lay down together?"

She removed her shirt and whispered in my ear. “I want to, “her eyes full of lust. “Are you sure? There is no going back if we do this?” “I want to, and I want to be with you in every way.” those words alone want me to take her right now. I touch her. Fuck touching her in this way sent a shock wave through my body. I never thought that touching someone can do this. What if I hurt her? “Em, we can’t,” I said to her while kissing her breast and her mouth and touching her, my hands sliding over her back.

"Please, Alpha. Make it fast. We just... we just wanted the scraps." I look at the man pinned beneath my arm. He is missing two fingers on his left hand from frostbite. His cheekbones are sharp enough to cut glass, and his clothes are little more than frozen rags. He broke in expecting to steal food, and now he is staring at me, fully expecting to be executed. I look back at Liora, who has walked up quietly behind me. She looks at the starving men shivering on the floor, her hazel eyes completely void of anger, filled only with that fierce, unwavering Luna compassion.

He brought his long fingers down, gently tracing slow circles directly over her swollen clit, drawing a series of high-pitched, breathless whimpers from her parted lips, her hips instinctively jerking upward against his touch. From above, Valerius leaned down, completely captivated by her reaction. He reached out and took a handful of her soft breast in his hand, squeezing the flesh with a firm, bruising pressure. His thumb rolled over the tip, forcing her already hard nipple to pull out and swell even more beneath his touch, driving Aurea completely over the edge of sanity once again.

The storm in Dax's gaze had subsided, replaced by a deep concern and a longing to comfort. As Vivi's trembles began to subside, her mates sensed the shift in her, their touches evolving from comfort to something more. It was a silent understanding, a recognition that sometimes, the deepest wounds required more than just solace—they required connection, intimacy, and the reassurance of love.

“The Hunger Weaver. And you, Jessica, are my feast.” Kade’s claws extended, his roar fierce. “Try it, and you’ll choke.” Vorath’s eyes gleamed, and the loom pulsed, the violet threads weaving a vision: a nexus of endless void, Jessica’s companions consumed, their essence fueling a tapestry of eternal hunger. “You cannot fight need,” it said. “Join me, Jessica, and feed the void. Your hollowness is already mine.”

All of them crammed into spaces so small they could barely move, let alone shift. Each and every one of them was stripped of dignity, reduced to something less than human—or animal. Emaciated bodies huddled against the bars, their frames trembling from cold, starvation, or both. Their fur—those who still had the strength to partially shift—was patchy and matted, and their skin bore the unmistakable marks of abuse. Deep gashes, faded bruises, and jagged scars marred every inch of exposed flesh. The few who dared meet my gaze had hollow eyes, the light in them extinguished long ago.

“Oh!” I chuckled. “Baby, I haven’t even touched that pucker yet, you think you can hold on?” I ground out. “Because here goes.” And with gentle hands, I slipped a finger to that dark star, gently stroking it, feeling the soft pleats tense under my hand before relaxing, the hole so tight, so arousing, begging me to touch more, to sample. “Fuck, you’re so small,” I ground out. “Fuck.” Teresa just mewled beneath me, eyes closed, big boobs pendulous and huge as they swung beneath her torso.

Enjoying the hunt. I stumbled faster, breathing raggedly, my vision swimming. “Vera, honey,” Vido called, oily and coaxing. “Very soon the heat waves will come. Jolan told me how violent yours can be. You need to be lying down for it, love.” A hand settled on my shoulder. I flinched violently away. The place he touched burned. Bad touch. Wrong. Unsafe. Painful. “Why are you making such a fuss about it?” The voice laughed low. “Just let us have fun. Not as if you will remember much come morning, and your body will repair nicely—back to the way it used to be, like it was never roughly used.”

“Hmm…you’re getting better day by day, I shall reward you, don’t you think?” Xerxes cupped my breasts over the T-shirt with his warm palms and coarsely pinched and massaged them, his forefinger and thumb tracing the nipples. “I have been starving, Katarina.” He murmured seductively, whilst nibbling on my ear lobe. Leisurely gliding his palm on my hips a moan left my mouth. “You don’t know how hard it is for me to see you every day and yet not able to feed on you. It drives me crazy.” I closed my eyes limping in his arms, his moist lips gliding down to my neck and then his hands slowly getting under the clothes as I gasped at the touch of his fiery palm on my flesh. I whimper at his merciless