Black Swan Novels & Stories

alpha Rowan says, he looked ruffed up, he had a big bite over his neck, and my eyes kept going back to that point on his neck. The two alphas sat next to each other on one side and I sat on the opposite one, I kept avoiding their eyes, worried that I won't be in trouble now. "Have you ever heard about white wolves?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no. "Verbal answers please," alpha Rowan order me. "Okay, haven't heard," I say in a mumbling voice. "White wolves are the rarest wolves out there, some people don't believe they exist, do you know how many there are out in the world?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no.

She asked him. "What do you want to show me, Aella?" He asked, amusement still on his face. She was so full of surprises, this woman, he thought. Slowly she began to morph in his sight, so that between one step and the other, she shifted from a woman to her wolf self. The amusement on his face melted to amazement as he watched her transformation. Black hair turning to white, small limbs stretching to strong wolf ones. And soon before him stood a great big White Wolf with amber eyes, the same height as he was.

Slake was now mounted over her, his thick, engorged rod plunging into her tight slit until her juices splashed out. "Ooh... grip me like that again! Snap your walls around me! Sss... so good!" "I-I'm... going! I'm erupting! ARGHHHH!" THUD! THUD! THUD! Slake hammered into her white buttocks, climaxing with a massive surge. He pumped his white nectar deep into her womb—an ecstasy beyond words. As he withdrew his rod from her tight hole, the white cream overflowed, leaking down her thighs. Snow White arched her hips, barely having time to catch her breath before Draven mounted her next.

"Astraea, it's still an opportunity. Maybe you should agree." Tears mixed with cold sweat as they slid down my face. I bit my lower lip and tasted blood. With a single, brutal kick, the heavy oak door flew off its hinges. It slammed against the wall, splinters spraying everywhere. A voice thundered through the room—cold, furious, like a clap of lightning, wrapped in an implacable chill. "Who has the nerve to lay a hand on my Swan Queen?!"