Craig X Wildernessa Novels & Stories

She replied as she felt herself chasing for something she had never known, "Please... please... take me with you..." she almost cried her plea. A request Boaz was too eager to fulfill. As a wild Stallion, he pounded on her. Aiming to bring her with him to the paradise of pleasure that they have never known and... "Ahhhhh..." Nina moaned. "Ninnaaaa," while Boaz groaned her name as they both reach their peaks. They waited for both their souls to return as they felt they have left, and they shared a pure joy that binds them invisibly.

Grumbling, he slumped down on to the sofa and flicked on the TV. Clare made her living as an artist. Her boyfriend Daniel was an artist as well — probably a better one than she, but about as commercial as an electric blanket in Death Valley. They had met at art school, getting together almost as soon as they started their course, and had been together ever since. Clare had been captivated by Daniel’s brilliance, his originality, his imagination, which was as evident in him as it was in his pictures. And he also had a great body, well-muscled and lithe, usually clothed in black; he had dark, wildly curling hair and pale grey-blue eyes like those of a timber wolf . .. She sometimes thought tha

Craig offered, drawing Antoine’s attention to himself. "Who the fuck are you?" Antoine demanded, going on defense. "I’m Craig Hamilton." Craig began, holding up his hands in an I’m innocent gesture. "I don’t give a damn about what your name is." Antoine snapped, stepping between Craig and me. I want to know what the hell you are!" "I’m a hunter." Craig responded slowly. "Hunter?" Antoine repeated. "I thought hunters were all disbanded a long time ago." "They were." Craig agreed. "However, I’m not from your time."

They were going to sell me and do horrible things to me, but the rogue alpha stopped them. Alpha Craig, or the rogue Alpha as he is now known by, stopped my captors. They had brought me to him to show off how they could snatch pretty she-wolves from packs to help the rogue males have pups. They wanted me to be a breeder, but Creig stopped them. He took me under his wing and took care of me.

But Irvine was already surrendering and she was already giving in to whatever and whoever this was. The stranger kissed her more hungrily this time grabbing one of her breasts whilst at it, he kissed her as though he had been starving and she was the only thing that could fill him up. His lips moved against hers with such urgency, and she let out a sound half gasp, that was sign to him that she had let down her guards so he took the hand grabbing her face down to her behind and did a small grab. He smiled subtly against her mouth when she moaned again, it was a knowing smile, then he deepened the kiss. Her fingers twisted the fabric of his shirt, she was desperate for balance because now her

Lexie’s eyes widened as she read Ram’s last message, swallowing hard as she bit her lip. Lexie, I swear to God, when I find out where you are, I am going to f*ck you so hard, and you are going to beg for me to give you an orgasm. P.S. – I am not playing around. In fact, I got you a new GIFT. “Oh God…” Lexie whispered, then later giggled like a teenage girl, catching Claire’s attention. “What happened?” “Nothing, just Ram being naughty, that’s all…” She whispered, wrinkling her nose. Claire rolled her eyes at her.

However, he stayed silent and continued to watch—in boredom—as Xena continued to brag about returning with Sean and owning him for life. He still doesn't know what ran through that woman's mind, nor did he want to know. After a few minutes of watching her display, he scoffed and strode toward Sean, not bothering to give her an answer. He shouldn't have listened to her! Not at all! He should have stuck by Sean's side rather than spending time listening to Xena's nonsense talk. Craig had been repeatedly assured by Sean, so he wasn't worried. Craig wasn't worried about them not coming over to Grail anymore because there were Zenos and Hayden; he was sure that Zenos wouldn't dump Hayden.

Then, he waved to a waiter and ordered some food for us. Jared quietened down after the orders were taken and stared at me with his eyes glazed over, looking a little lost. I knew he had taken too big a sip of whiskey earlier and was struggling to stay clear-headed. Just as I wondered if I should take the opportunity to bring up my resignation and have him approve it while he was in a daze, I realized that he was burning a hole in my head with that blatant, fiery gaze of his. I felt my goosebumps rising.

He nipped his way up my neck until he reached my ear and whispered, “You’re bad, Brenda. You’re bad and I fucking love it.” “I prefer wild,” I breathed out, finishing on a moan. “You’re bad and you’re wild.” He picked up his pace. “You’re my wild, tempting bitch. Don’t go soft on me.” I laughed, my fists clenching above my head. “Never.” And when I cummed, it was hard and it was wild.

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.