Wanting Novels & Stories

He looked up at me, completely stunned that she had actually answered him. I sat rigidly on the sofa, my fingers tightening around my glass of water. I listened closely, my heart skipping a beat. "What do you want to do then, little princess?" Jovan asked quickly, keeping his voice gentle so he wouldn't scare her away. "I want to see the lady," Elowen whispered. She stood up, her tiny fists clenching at her sides. "The lady from daddy's big building on the water. I want her to come here."

Wrecked… And wanting more.

Not rational desire—instinct, uncontrollable, possessive. "Do you want this?" My voice came out so low and raw I barely recognized it.

Specific. "That I wanted you," he said. "Not needed. Wanted. The specific, unjustifiable, entirely personal kind of wanting that has no framework to hide behind if it doesn't work out." He held my gaze. "Need can be managed. Need has a logic. Want is just exposure. It is standing in an open field with nothing around you and hoping the thing you are hoping for arrives." I looked at him.

My wolf was trying to take over and make him give us what we wanted. "Gwen, tell me," he said. The pleasure was building and crashing, and I wanted it badly. I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't know when the words escaped my mouth. "Eat me, Marcus, please; I want you to eat me," I said, and he shook his head. "Be more specific, Gwen," And I was crazy. Leah and I held his hands and looked him straight in the eyes; his wolf's eyes flashed. "Eat my pussy,"

I want her pregnant with my child. I want her anger. I want her laughter. I want her smiles. I want her tears. I want her selflessness. I want her kindness. I want her generosity. I want her body. I want her mind. I want her soul. I want her heart. I want. Want. Want.

"I told you I don't want to move in with you right now. Why don't you get that?" "Because I want you damn it." He shouted in annoyance. "I want my days and nights with you Indy. Now, you're my world. I don't want to live a single moment of my life without you." His voice came as a whisper "I.. I want to mark you as Mine.!!" A shudder ran down my spine from hearing his words. A happy tingling shudder. I moved towards him slowly and put my hands on his cheeks. His eyes were desperately searching for my answer. He leaned in my touch and kissed my palm softly.

I wanted him in a way that was, oh so tempting. Want and crave are different. Want is safe. You can be on a diet and want a chocolate bar, but it doesn’t mean you’ll give in. If you’re on that diet and you crave a chocolate bar, you can bet your ass you’ll have that chocolate. And when you crave, you’ll rationalize it. You’ll give yourself a thousand good reasons why it’s okay to have that one little chocolate bar. It won’t hurt. It’s just one. My body tingled with the very thought of having Ivan inside me once more. All it will take for the want to turn to a craving is perhaps something as simple as a single touch from him. Then I could have him, have his body, just one more time.

I wanted to be the thing the walls had said was coming. The thing my mother had known I was. The thing the flame in the tower had been leaning toward for three hundred years. I wanted to be that — fully, completely, without apology for what it cost anyone who had decided it was more convenient for me to be nothing. The wanting arrived all at once and it was enormous and it frightened me with its size and I held it anyway. Drex was watching me.

“We might not have been good at saying it. Our kind generally aren’t, we don’t communicate in that way… and we were f-king eighteen, all c-ck no brains.” She drew in a breath. “I believe that you believe that you cared for me, and still do, but there is a dig difference between caring for someone and wanting to possess them. I don’t want to be owned. I want to belong. I want to be loved for who I am, not for what someone else wants me to be.