Novels by Teowrits

Steve had never fucked a dragon before. Until now. He knew that Long was so old that she had even once or twice fucked his own father too. Somehow, that notion only made him more aroused. Long’s pussy was not what expected.“Shit,” Steve grunted with gritted teeth as he felt Long’s unusually hot cunt swallow his cock. “Hot,” he breathed out as he grabbed her ass.“Dragon pussy,” Long muttered as she eased herself slowly on the Alpha’s cock. The dragon planted her hands firmly on Steve’s chest for and began to slam her ancient cunt unto his cock.The clapping of skin meeting skin echoed through the room and down the hall.“You have been waiting a long time for this, haven’t you?” Steve said as he received hard slams that gripped his cock.“Oh, you have no idea, Alpha,” Long grunted hungrily as her cunt devoured Steve’s shaft.Emma on the other was thoroughly enjoying herself. It had been a secret fantasy of hers to watch Steve in action with another woman. But not any woman though, a w

.The Succubus watched as Priscillia gently placed Adam on his back. The former god was unconscious and spent. Priscillia placed a gentle kiss on Adam’s forehead before she got up from the bed. A red shiny robe materialized on her shoulders as she headed for the door.“He is all yours, Terra, my work here is done,” Priscillia said and left the room. Now Adam was soul bonded to this woman. She did not know how to feel but she was relieved that her master was alright.She silently walked to the bed and saw that Adam was breathing slowly. She wanted to leave him there to rest but she knew that it would not be possible.The Succubus was horny too and she had been fantasizing about Adam’s cock when he had been fucking Priscillia all night.His cock was still hard and dripping with seed as she gently sat down beside him. He was in sweat and sex musk; his long shiny charcoal hair was wet with pussy cum and he was bone tired.Priscillia

Steve stood rooted the spot Emma ordered him to stay. His cock was throbbing and he was trying to keep still. He was ravenous with lust and savage desire for Emma who had taken a seat on a leather chair across from him.She was teasing him by playing with her pussy with her legs sensually spread, inviting him to watch but not to touch. It was a mental torture Steve had not seen coming.He was fighting the urge to lung at this werewolf and shove his dick straight into her pussy. He could do it but then he would have to live with the consequences of disappointing Emma. He knew that he could not live with that.His mouth was salivating as she watched her finger herself. It was even worse for him as he heard her moan his name as she rubbed her clit. So close and yet so far away.“Do you want to fuck me, Alpha?” Emma purred.“More than anything in this world,” Steve replied huskily. He so badly wanted to go to her but he had to obey.Emma began to increase her self-stimulation. “Oh, Steve

“The way you are pacing is making me dizzy and worried,” Steve told Emma.“I am so restless and I have no idea what to do,” Emma replied as she kept pacing. There were so many things on her mind and one of them included her not so dead father. “I just have this feeling that he could be plotting his comeback,” Emma muttered.“If he shows up here, we will deal with it,” Steve assured her even though he was not so sure himself. Grimkeeper was one tough son of a bitch with unlimited powers. Steve knew that Emma won only because her father was a divinely arrogant bastard. He was not so sure Grimkeeper would make the same mistake twice.Despite his fears, he was confident in Emma’s new found powers. She had black fire magic and he was relieved to know that she was the only werewolf in the world that had that kind of ability.Emma sighed and shook her head to clear her mind. “Maybe you should sit down and try to relax,” Steve offered.Emma

“Pound me harder!” Priscillia screamed in utmost pleasure. With each thrust of his hips, Adam ploughed his Mistress with his aching shaft. He was sweating profusely as he grunted in weariness. His knees were already aching because he was resting on them while he bucked back and forth in between Priscillia’s curvy legs.She grabbed his collar and pulled him in for a sensual kiss. Adam’s mind was long gone at this point as he fucked away. “You seem tired,” Priscillia whispered after she broke the kiss. “I don’t car, keep fucking me like your life depends on it!”Adam’s thigh was burning with exertion. He had no idea how long he was going to be able to keep this up. It was so sensually strange to him. He should have exploded in her by now but he just felt like he was on the verge of coming but when he was actually going to come, he had no idea.“Priscillia,” he begged. He was burnt out. He had lost all sense of time and he had no idea how long he had been fucking this powerful sorceress.

Emma hated to use this part of her powers. The part of her powers that involved the dead. Her father had been ii charge of lost souls, dead people that did not move on. After she had defeated her father, the power to rule over them had been passed down to her.Steve had filled her in about the dead body he saw. Emma had felt bad about the newly widowed werewolf and her daughters.“How is the public taking it?” Emma asked. The last thing Sterling Creek needed was a civil unrest.“Nothing but the woman has been highly compensated for now,” Steve replied. “Even though all she wants is for the killer to be brought to justice.”“It’s rather strange if you ask me,” Sarah mused thoughtfully.“That a werewolf was killed in a fight?” Steve asked her.“No, that you people are not talking about the scent left behind,” Sarah replied.No one spoke a word at first. “To be honest,” Steve said. “I did not think of that.”“

The pack's fighting circle was carved into the earth beneath the full moon, its boundaries marked by ancient stones that had witnessed countless challenges over the centuries. Tonight, they would witness another,one that would determine not just the pack's leadership, but my fate as well.I sat in the place of honor beside the empty Alpha throne, surrounded by wolves whose loyalty was as sharp as their teeth. Every eye in the circle was on me, measuring, judging, waiting to see if I would be their Luna or their next victim.Larry stood at the center of the circle, having stripped down to just his dark jeans. In the moonlight, his body was a work of art,all lean muscle and controlled power, marked with scars that told the story of his rise to leadership. But it was his eyes that held my attention, silver fire that promised death to anyone who threatened what was his.Even if what was his happened to be the daughter of his greatest enemies.Across from him, Jackson Reid was a mountain o

Three days into my new life as Larry's mate, I learned that luxury could be its own form of torture.The silk sheets were softer than anything I'd ever touched, but they might as well have been made of thorns when I lay awake each night, hyper-aware of Larry's presence in the bed beside me. He kept to his side with rigid discipline, but through the mate bond, I could feel his wolf's desperate need to claim me completely.The beautiful clothes filled a closet larger than my old quarters, but each elegant dress felt like armor I wore into battle. Because every day brought new psychological warfare, new tests of will between two people who were meant to love each other but had been trained to hate."Eat," Larry commanded, not looking up from his breakfast as I entered the dining room.The table was set with fine china and crystal, laden with more food than I'd seen in months. My stomach cramped with hunger, but I'd learned to be cautious of his gifts. Nothing came without a price."What'

Larry's private quarters were a study in controlled power,dark wood, leather furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the pack's territory. It was beautiful, luxurious, and felt exactly like the prison it was meant to be.I stood in the center of his living room, still wearing my mother's too-large dress, while he circled me like a predator deciding where to strike first. The mate bond hummed between us, a constant reminder of the cosmic joke that had bound us together."Shower," he commanded, pointing toward a door I assumed led to his bathroom. "You smell like blood and defeat."The casual cruelty in his voice should have stung, but I was learning to read the emotions flowing through our bond. Beneath his cold exterior, Larry was fighting a war with himself,his wolf's desperate need to care for me battling against eight years of carefully cultivated hatred."And then what?" I asked, not moving toward the bathroom.His eyes flashed with silver fire. "Then you learn wha

The pack's ceremonial grounds buzzed with an energy that made my skin crawl. Wolves gathered in clusters, their voices a low hum of anticipation mixed with something darker,bloodlust, perhaps, or the collective satisfaction of watching the condemned meet their fate.I stood at the edge of the clearing, wrapped in the only clean dress I owned,a simple brown thing that had been my mother's. It was too big for my frame, hanging loose where it should have curved, but it was the closest thing to dignity I could manage."Well, well," a familiar voice purred behind me. "Look what crawled out of the servants' quarters."I turned to face Zara Nightingale, the pack's golden girl and Larry's former lover. Her auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders like liquid fire, and her emerald dress hugged curves that had never known hunger or hardship."Zara," I acknowledged with a slight nod, refusing to rise to her bait."I heard about your little performance today," she said, stepping closer with predat

The wolfsbane-laced whip cracked across my back for the third time today, and I bit down on my tongue hard enough to taste copper. Blood was better than the scream that wanted to tear from my throat,screams only encouraged them."Nineteen years of breathing our air, Fenris," Beta Marcus snarled, his breath hot against my ear as I remained bent over the wooden post in the center of the pack's training ground. "Nineteen years of taking food that should go to loyal wolves."The morning sun beat down mercilessly, but the heat was nothing compared to the fire spreading across my shredded back. Around us, pack members had gathered to watch, some with satisfaction, others with the casual indifference of those who'd grown bored of my daily punishments. No one intervened. No one ever did."Your parents' betrayal cost us everything," Marcus continued, raising the whip again. "Women, children, our Alpha,all dead because of Fenris treachery."I kept my eyes fixed on the dirt beneath my knees, wat