Diego X Shira Novels & Stories

Though they aren't cubs they aren't experienced fighters either . -* "Shira Diego ?.But the initials given were E.G ,Why would someone lie their name ?"Somehow after hours of searching we finally found the she –wolf that took 12 000$ as loan from the bank. She isn't a part of the either of the departments in the pack

Kelly’s POV I couldn’t get the image out of my mind, Shirley dancing with Ivan, so close, so effortlessly. My chest ached with jealousy, and I tried really hard to control it. I had been interested in Ivan for months, and seeing him with her felt like a betrayal. How could she? She did not even know how to dance properly, and yet he held her hand and taught her, looked at her like she was special. “I’m ready to go, Kelly,” Shirley said. Her eyes sparkled, confidence shining through like a new light.

"He's crazy! I'm crazy! What was I thinking?!" Shira said with a loud groan then buried her head on the table. "Oh come on Shira, stop over thinking it" Damien said, forcing her head up. They were at a cafe close to Da Smith bar. It was a Wednesday, Shira's day off but she had come to see Damien during the lunch break. Her thoughts were completely jumbled up and she needed someone to talk to. "It isn't as bad as you're making it out to be, you know." Damien said, taking a bite of his muffin. He got a glare from Shira in return.

Something about him just made her senses go out the window till she was nothing but a bundle of needs and desires. “That’s not true,” she said. He laughed darkly, “Don’t worry, Estella. I’ll get back at you for this little trick you just played on me.” She waited till she heard his footsteps fade away till she slid down the door to the ground and buried her face in her hands, wondering what the hell she was going to do about Diego. She couldn’t continue like this with him. Meanwhile, Diego marched to his room, angry about Estella rejecting him. He needed to find a way to break through the defenses she was trying to set up and get her needy and achy for him again like she had been the previou

**Celine's POV** Diego, was on the bed, but he wasn’t alone. Bianca, my best friend was straddling him completely naked, her dark hair falling over her bare shoulders and brushing against her full breasts. Her hips moved slowly against him in a steady rhythm, grinding down as she rode him. Diego’s hands gripped her waist tightly, fingers digging into her smooth skin, pulling her closer with every thrust. Her head was tilted back, lips parted in pleasure, while his mouth moved hungrily over her neck and chest, sucking and biting at her skin.

“Liar.” Jesse laughed, pulling his best friend into a fierce hug. “It's good to see you, man.” “You too.” Diego patted his back before pulling away to scan Jesse’s face. “You look terrible, by the way.” “I was about to say the exact same thing to you.” Diego chuckled, but his humor faded the moment his eyes landed on Margherita. “Hey, Mama Margherita,” he whispered softly, even though she couldn't hear him. Jesse watched him. Diego wasn't blood, but he had been there for them through everything. Jesse sometimes wondered if that distinction even mattered anymore

Another of them, the one who had first seen her ignored them, and started walking towards her, his hand on his zipper. Shira twisted her face away as she finally felt tears fill her eyes. She was going to die out here after being used for pleasure by these filthy males, if she did not die in the process. She was never going to meet her mate, never going to know for certain what he looked like.

she links. Easier access. Just hike up that skirt you’ve got on, pull my pants down slightly, and I can fuck you against the wall. I send her a mental picture of me pressing the front of her body against the partially finished mural, my cock driving deep into her soaking wet pussy. And the scent of her arousal increases dramatically as she fists my cock and starts to move her hand on me. Diego looks over at us and clears his throat, an amused grin on his face. “I think that we might need to let some of our friends go. We’ve got some new mates that are having a bit of trouble keeping their hands to themselves.”

Diego air quotes as he leans against his car and lights a cigarette. "D, shut up." She hisses at him. "Who?" I look back and forth between them. "Tristan, was it?" Diego speaks when she doesn't, I raise my eyebrows, urging her to explain herself. "He's my best friend and he's going through something." She defends. "Yeah, right," Diego calls bullshit, "You know, if you guys don't want to be together then just break up and stop hurting each other's feelings like this." He places the cigarette between his lips and exhales through his nose.

Jameson took a step forward, locking eyes with him. The man reached for his mask and pulled it down, revealing his face... Diego! Phoenix gasped in excitement, her hand flying to her lips. Without wasting a moment, she ran to hug Diego tightly, tears streaming down her face. "Gawd! You're alive!" she exclaimed, breaking the hug to look at his face. Diego smiled, ruffling her short hair. "Short hair suits you better," he stated and returned his gaze to Jameson. "Aren't you going to hug me?" Diego asked. Jameson burst into tears. Diego sighed and went to him instead. He drew his brother close and hugged him.