Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off Novels & Stories

"Keep уоur hands bеhіnd уоur back Puppy or I wіll ѕраnk уоu for dіѕоbеуіng me I аgаіn tuggеd оn hеr pigtails. "Yоu ѕtіll hаvе реrmіѕѕіоn to speak Puрру." "Jumр іn аt аnу time." Clarette соntіnuеd, ѕоbbіng, afraid tо move hеr hаndѕ аnd wіре her face.

My legs shook violently, unable to support my weight. Before I could collapse, the beast caught me with one massive hand. He shoved two thick, hairy fingers deep into my cum-filled pussy, curling them possessively while his other huge paw gripped my left breast, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to leave marks. He thrust those fingers in and out twice, slow and deliberate, as if marking me one last time. A low, satisfied grunt rumbled from his chest. Then he released me. The handlers quickly stepped in, guiding the beast toward the open door with more gentle pats and murmured praise. “That is it. Good fighter. Your pussy will be waiting, nice and sloppy for you.”

He teases me mercilessly, running his paws along my slick folds without delving deeper. "Please, Zander," I moan, my hips bucking against his paws. "I need you inside me." Zander growls again, his claws gently parting my folds. He runs a single digit along my wet heat, gathering my arousal before bringing it to his mouth for a taste. He licks his paw clean, his eyes glinting with hunger.

* Darko growls. Their movements are clumsy in the darkness, heavy with arrogance, and that is the mistake they make. “Fucking bastards!” I growl low, throat vibrating, ears pinned back. Teeth flash. My claws dig into the ground, launching me forward in a single, fluid motion. The first rogue never sees me until I crash into him, body smashing into his chest, knocking the air from his lungs. His hands twitch uselessly toward a weapon, but I strike again, claws raking, teeth snapping. His scream cuts short as I twist, driving him into the dirt, immobile.

With the sharp tip of my smallest claw, I slit a line in my left palm and squeezed it tightly so the blood would drip into the bucket of water. "They are coming!" Chase suddenly exclaimed. I carried the bucket of water and grunted when I felt that ache in my shoulder again, "Move out of the way!" I yelled and splashed the water on the three beasts charging at us. Instantly, they stopped, covering their liquid-black eyes with their claws. They seemed dazed for a second or two and suddenly, they began to howl and squeal in agony. I heaved a sigh of relief, the tension in my heart loosening as I watched them crumble to the ground and shed the fur of their beasts. The other beast came dashing fo

An acknowledgment of my unexpected enthusiasm. I swung around, paws digging into the earth for assistance, and lunged again. This time, my teeth found fur, clamping down on the flesh of his flank. I tasted blood, and for a moment, the bitterness mixed with a sense of grim satisfaction. But then his body twisted, his legs kicking out in a powerful sweep that knocked me off balance. I skidded across the sandy ground, hot, stinging sensations shooting up from my paws. Rising, I shook off the discomfort, refocusing on Clay. He was panting now, his fur matted in places.

A loud and eerie growl resonated in the entire place – causing the celebration to slightly stop a bit. However, they shrugged it all off and continued their drinking spree. It walked towards a huge and familiar wolf… no, it was a beast… A beast that it longed to see again. “Finally, you are awakened…”

BJ tells me. Listen to what BJ said, I stop fighting the beast and try to relax. I feel the beast push forward and I don't fight it back. I feel my teeth and claws elongate the way BJ teeth and claws are elongated right now. "Better?" He asks. "Yeah," I say, looking down at my black claws. Now that I've allowed the beast to come forward, I no longer have to fight to keep it back every second I'm feeling this sudden rush that seems to last longer now.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

"Refrain from ever executing a stunt like that again on the ice. If your claws ever hold onto another woman like that again for the remainder of our winters, then your hands are never touching my skin ever again." Ada wraps his heavy, muscular arm securely around my waist line and swears a sacred pack oath, "My alpha beast absolutely won't."