Novel & Cerita Erotic Werewolf Books

Immortal Desire - vampire, werewolf, witch - a fantasy-based story with dark romance and erotica (you can take a peek at this if it suits your genre taste) - completed 2. Midnight Feast -werewolf - this is a little dark. I don't know how to say it. See for yourself (I like this so much) -new book/on-going 3. The Deserted Wife -TDB book 2 -Romance/drama -new book/on-going

"I just want this to stop. I don't want to want you. I don't want this bond. I don't want.." But my body betrays me again, pressing back against Alvaro chest, seeking his warmth, his scent, his touch. My wolf is clawing at the inside of my skull, snarling one word over and over. Claim them. Claim them. Claim them. "I don't want this," I sob, even as my body trembles violently, even as heat coils tighter in my abdomen, even as every instinct I have screams the opposite. "Please..." But deep inside, underneath the fear and the trauma and the desperation, my wolf whispers with absolute certainty: Claim them.

Of Trent and the other wolf, there was no sign. Did they still follow? Had Roderick's pets caught them? As twilight gave way to night, she trembled as she wondered how long they had until the vampire himself found them. I don't want to think about Roderick. Not when escape finally seemed a possibility. She focused instead on the man carrying her. While he didn't inspire the same kind of tingle Darren and Trent had, she still felt something, a little shock more along the lines of that she'd experienced with David. It was totally weird. In the past, her boyfriends had never given her electric shocks when they touched. Could the odd sensation have to do with their wolf status? A weird kind of p

Like the earth itself taking form between her legs. She arched, gasped, met him stroke for stroke, her body trembling from the sheer intimacy of it. The fire. The fury. The oneness. And when he sank his teeth into the spot beneath her neck—not to hurt, but to seal the bond—she cried out in ecstasy and completion. A blinding flash exploded around them. The earth shook. Wolves howled louder. And the bond snapped fully into place. Not just mating. Melding. Her mind opened to his. Her pain became his. Her lust surged through his veins. And then—

I immediately ran back to the apartment to find that the black hounds had surrounded Richard. I felt my body tense up as the black hounds emerged, their eyes filled with rage. They were trained werewolf assassins, and they outnumbered us two to five. My husband and I fought hard, but it wasn't enough. Richard mind-talked to me, telling me to take our daughter Daciana and run. I refused at first, continuing to fight alongside him. But one of the hounds pounced on him, pushing him aside and dashing toward the back door where the car was parked. I ran after him, fighting with all my might, but I was already severely injured and getting weaker.

I’m writhing underneath him, craving for him to make me his. He scrapes his teeth over my collarbone again, moving down, down, down. His face is nestled between my breasts. From there, he looks up, his eyes boring into me. I see the wolf inside him so clearly. It sends a fresh thunderbolt of desire right down to my core. The tight nub hidden between the folds of my sex is throbbing in earnest, begging for his touch. But Aldrich is taking his time. I want to urge him to hurry up. Something tells me he will not heed my words.

My wolf was no longer asking — it was demanding I claim what was ours. I tried to fight it. I really did, but the pull was becoming unbearable. I found her in the library late that afternoon. She was standing on a small stepladder, reaching up to organize books on a high shelf. Her modest black uniform had ridden up slightly, revealing the smooth, pale skin of her thighs. The sight made my cock thicken instantly in my trousers. I stepped inside quietly and closed the heavy door behind me gently.

We were predator and prey, locked in a dance that was as old as the moon itself Our bodies moved in a sensual ballet, each touch and caress speaking of the passion that simmered just beneath the surface. Alex's hands slid over my curves, his fingers tracing the lines of my body with a possessive hunger that made me ache for more. I could feel the werewolf in him, the beast that longed to claim me fully, to make me his in every sense of the word.

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 stared up into his dark green eyes that were now filled with lust and he smiles at me right before he brings his lips to mine. His lips move in perfect alignment with mine, and his tongue moves confidently and without hesitation. My head tells me to stop this opportunity because we will never have a future together because he is a werewolf and I am a shadow hunter, and we both know that neither of our types will tolerate this relationship. But my heart was beating so fast and my body was so hot that I couldn’t think straight so I just let my body do what it wanted.