Best Werewolf Erotica Novels & Stories

"Now, my love, let me show you how an Alpha pleases his Luna." He picked up a small, leather-bound book from the chest, its pages yellowed with age. "This is a collection of ancient erotic rituals, passed down through generations of werewolves." Flipping through the pages, he found the one he sought. "This ritual, 'The Moon's Embrace,' is said to bring the Luna to heights of ecstasy like no other." Isla's curiosity grew as she watched him read, her eyes fixed on his intense concentration.

And the displays could use plenty of work. Iron bars created cages. The werewolves inside were cuffed and collared. Jackson paused in front of a particularly crowded cage. It was packed full of women werewolves. Revulsion choked him as he read the sign - breeding stock. He squeezed through the crowd as quick as he could to put as much distance between him and that cage as possible.

Somehow the desire and need still hadn’t left his eyes. I signed, turning back to the now drained mojito. Apparently I’d finished it and not even noticed. This shouldn’t have happened. With humans, yes, it was possible that one bite could lead to desire and in extreme cases, obsession. Con of being a succubus. But it had never happened with another werewolf before. Is it possible what he felt was genuine? Maybe. Who really knew? It’s not like there were loads of other wolf-succubuses around to talk to. In my 300 years, I’d met one other, and she met an unfortunate end thanks to a couple vampire hunters and a stake in the 1870s.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

Before she knew it he was right there beside her as she felt a gush of wind. "I do." he whispered in her ears "But a vampire can have as many wives as he wants" "It is not the same for a werewolf." Nina returned back to him sharply "My mate cannot have another wife." Damon stared at her quietly for a while then he suddenly flashed a smile at her. "Watch your little mouth,Luna." his eyes turned red "I can rip your throat out any second.So go on...choose a dress." Nina didn't like any of them.

“Been wanting this ass since you joined the team. Secret omega hiding under all that fake alpha attitude. Now you’re mine.” He started pounding me mercilessly, hips slamming forward, powerful and deep. Each thrust dragged his thick, veiny cock right over my prostate, making me leak all over the floor. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with my desperate moans filled the small room. Anyone could walk in any second, hear me getting bred by the team captain, but the heat made me not care. I pushed back onto him, taking every inch like a slut. “Harder, Jax,” I begged, voice breaking. “Please knot me.”

The air became heavy as his dick pounded into me,and the only sounds I could hear were his heavy breathing, my soggy vahina taking his dick, my clapping boobs as he thrusted and the faint sounds of werewolves in the wild. “Hmmmm.” The first squirt came out pouring all over but he continued fucking me.

Almost half of the people in the party were drunk and the other half were chatting, mostly with their date. But here I was. All alone. I regretted not running after Zayla, but Bethany’s words swirled around my head. I did like it when she kissed me, or precisely, my wolf liked it when she kissed me. The pleasure was far above the one I had when I kissed Zayla, but that was not love. It was crave for pleasure, not love. I loved Zayla, and I don’t know about my wolf, but my heart wanted her.

Next day **************** It was sunday and today it was full moon day. Every full moon day, alpha Jack and Elena used to organize a party for their packs at a resort which was 14 km away from the city in the midst of a dense forest. A loner wolf used to find mate in the party. They used to howl together after the party around 1 o'clock. " Carol, get ready a nice dress for today's party." her mom said while picking up a dress for herself.

I was being an asshole and an idiot. Everything is fine between as when we are having sex. We click sexually unbeliavalbe well, almsot sacarily well. We click so well sexually that it almost doesn’t feel real. I’ve wanted someone for so long who enjoyed what I enjoyed in the bedroom. My kink is rough and you woudl think most she wolves were into rough sex, but most of them are basic as fuck. At least that’s what I've experienced. Amara is the perfect secret dirty girl. I mean it that she wolf gives meaning to the phrase it’s the quiet ones you have to look out for.