Always For Men Novels & Stories

"Hmm... because they have a life to live." "What?" His laughter became annoying at that point. "Women were created for men's pleasure. At the end of it all, all they have to offer is their bodies, so we men must take advantage of that and enjoy ourselves to the fullest."

They do. Wait… "They throw themselves at you or they do go wild over guys with tattoos?" He laughs harder. "Both." "So what's the problem?" I ask, really not getting his point here. He takes a deep breath and the air shifts in the car. “Well, the biggest problem for them is that I’m attracted to men. And the biggest problem for me is that men typically don’t throw themselves at me like women do.” I sit up straighter and plant my hand on the console, whipping my head toward him.

Most of them are men with only three women among them. This does not look good.

There are no clothes for men in the house, and toiletries are all for one person. well.

The only one who doubted me was him. Father shook his head. “No. No, you can’t. Men are biologically gifted with more muscle mass and strength than women. An alpha male will always best you. Why do you think men and women do not play on the same sports team or compete against each other? Nic, all it takes is one loss to lose everything I’ve built, just one.”

When he sat beside me, my entire system went into overdrive. "I’d say I’m surprised to see you here, but I’ve learned not to expect anything remotely ladylike from you." "Wow," I said, raising a brow. "Sexist and predictable. Double homicide. Congrats." Justin chuckled, surprising me. He wasn’t being an asshole for once. "Is there some universal rule that bans females from enjoying sports?" He paused, studying me. "No. But even if you want to enjoy sports, you shouldn’t be here alone. Most of these men are hormonally crazed. They could roughen you up."

“Where are all the women? Surely, if wolves survived the war, they would have produced males and females? Can I talk to one of the women?” “There are no women. Only men,” he answers vaguely, with an air of awkwardness. “No women? But how? And that’s another thing…why do all the men have such strong auras? I’ve read about wolves, and it’s usually only the leaders, the Alphas, that have—” “You ask too many questions,” he interrupts for the last time, giving me a glare that causes me to drop the subject altogether. If I’m going to be here for the long haul, I guess I’ll just have to figure out the answers on my own.

Mom firmly believed that men were no good. Yet, as humans, everyone had desires. That was why our éclairs were not just a treat—they could also satisfy those urges and even had some cosmetic benefits. With these éclairs, no evil man could go around hurting women anymore. However, there was one strict rule—men could never eat our éclairs. If a man consumed one, it would react with his blood, causing an intense heat to spread through his body. While women would experience a similar warmth, it worked differently for men—it clashed with their energy, unlike the balance it brought to women.

“I mean, if I were horny and I was sitting next to me, I’d be all over myself too.” “I acted completely inappropriately. I wasn’t any better than those men you told me about who can’t control themselves when they sense a woman in heat.” “It’s different for men, though.” “What do you mean?” He smirked and said, “Well, unmated straight men will literally want to screw any woman in heat, no matter who she is or what she looks like. They don’t discriminate. Frankly, not much different than men in general, but I digress. Women, on the other hand. . .” He paused, holding my gaze.

Although I always had. My father’s jaw clenched, his expression hardening but there was a flicker in his eyes. Regret, maybe. Or something dangerously close to it. “Because it’s tradition,” he said, quieter at first, then louder as if he needed the conviction to hold. “Only men can lead a pack. That is the law. Women…were born to follow. To obey. Not to rule.” He looked away for the briefest second, then snapped his gaze back to mine. “This law has guided our kind for generations, and it will remain so. Tradition is not up for debate.”