Erotica Werewolf Novels & Stories

Werewolves are known to be savage beings, after all. Still, she found herself staring, completely transfixed, as the brown-haired werewolf dug the other's face to the dirt, her gaze on his smirk. No matter how much Proserpina was joked and teased to be an ‘asexual plant’ courtesy of William, she was still capable of acknowledging attractive beings especially when she sees one… and that particular werewolf does have a pleasant face in a roguish, boyish kind of way that somehow made her think of Eros in the height of his work, especially during June weddings. Or around his beloved Psyche–whichever works.

Accalia held him close as she couldn't clasp her legs together, because she felt the heat in her middle region. Slowly, Ethan ran his hands beneath him,in search of where her wetness resided. Accalia gasped when his hands rubbed at the entrance of her clit, before he pushed a finger in. Accalia screamed and he added another finger,then another until he gave her,her first orgasm. A werewolf when sexually excited could go for more than three rounds at a go and not get tired,so after her first orgasm, Ethan brought out his hardened genitalia and pounded into Accalia until she jerked violently and he came

“What the fuck do you mean by that? We had sex once-” “Now she has you by the balls,” I chuckle, watching as he clenches his jaw and grinds his teeth. “And from what I’ve heard, she’s got it pretty bad, too.” He simply sighs when I say this, then shakes his head. “I know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work, Vega,” he grumbles, white-knuckling the steering wheel. “She’s a fucking werewolf, anyway.” “Half-wolf, half-succubus, and last I checked, Succubi worship the same Goddess as Vampires,” I add, having learned that from Luna Caterina.

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a

"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.

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.

God, what wouldn't I say to keep him naked a little longer. Tor reached up and pushed a wild red curl out of her eyes. He caught the unmistakable scent of arousal. With his wolf already close to the surface he couldn't stop the golden swirl shifting his eyes or the response of his body. Leaning down he pressed his nose into her hair and breathed deeply. A soft growl rolled through Natalie. She never would have imagined something like that could be so erotic. Okay now you're getting turned on by a naked werewolf in the middle of an abandoned farm field in the middle of the night. You really are insane aren't you, she asked herself, as she stood there.

With a determined expression, he led Emily forward, their footsteps echoing in the quiet stillness. As they approached the altar, a figure emerged from the shadows, its form shifting from that of a human to a majestic, silver-furred werewolf. The creature's eyes gleamed with a mix of wisdom and ancient knowledge, a testament to its age and authority. It was the Alpha, the leader of the werewolf pack. The Alpha's voice carried a deep resonance, commanding attention as it spoke. "Welcome, Emily Harper and Adam Brentwood. You have ventured far, guided by your desire to uncover the truth. But be warned, for the truth can be a double-edged sword, revealing both light and darkness."

I licked his hand, which made me almost melt into his actions. "The werewolves are very romantic—they are so warm and good in sex." He winked at her. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped—I was not expecting such an answer from him. "They are so romantic in their sexual lives!" The way words rolled in his eyes almost made my pants wet. He reached out his hand before sliding my hair from my face and interlocking it behind my ear. I closed my eyes in pleasure for a second before sharing a look with him—he was looking while rolling his fingers on my cheek.

the glowing and fun loving aunt was gone. “Why do you say that?” I asked politely. “Oh dear don’t you know the prophecy?” Hannah’s mom approached me and caressed my back. “What prophecy?” “A Lycan and a werewolf can never have a happy ending. Only misery, pain and blood will follow. The weak one always ends up losing their life in the marriage. And we all know that between a Lycan and a werewolf whose wolf does not obey her, who is the weak one.” “I know that prophecy.” I stated.