Novel & Cerita Erotica Werewolf

She said as she bowed in apology. “Humph.” I said as I turned my back to her. “That is too be expected,” I replied. “No one comes close to my intellect after all.” “Would you mind imparting your wisdom into me by telling me what you found interesting?” She asked “I am a very gracious individual so of course I can do this much.” I replied. “Thank you alpha.” She said with another bow. “Not a problem.” I replied. “Basically, I have known Alpha Tristan as an extremely rudeless werewolf. He has always been the kind of person to kill first and ask questions later.” I began.

His broad shoulders and muscular build testified to his strength and agility, while his chiseled features and piercing blue eyes exuded an air of authority and power. The lycan king's thick, shaggy hair cascaded down his back in wild, untamed waves, framing his rugged face and adding to his fierce, animalistic appearance. His skin was weathered and tanned from years spent in the harsh wilderness, and his hands were calloused and scarred from countless battles. " Dirty werewolf vermin! How dare you seduce Asher?" He asked in a deep and imposing voice. Skylar felt a surge of anger. "I didn't seduce Asher," she said firmly. "We fell in love. We didn't mean to betray you."

It just breaks my heart to see her like this. "Well, I am a Lycan, Chris and Nate are also Lycans as well. We are like you, but a little bigger.You, my little mate are what is called a werewolf shifter. To my knowledge, you are what we believe to be the very last of your kind." I hook my finger under her chin so I can look into her eyes, and slowlybrought my lips to hers. She gasped as soon as our lips touched with an explosion of sparks between us.

Her eyes narrowed, and she immediately said: "Three o'clock!" Everyone ran in that direction and saw a towering figure in the wheat field. It was a werewolf over 3 meters tall, covered in dark fur. The werewolf's eyes were a striking yellow, robust. At this moment, he stood under the full moon, crazily howling with his head thrown back. The muscles in his arms and shoulders tensed, revealing how difficult it was for him to suppress his murderous instincts. A werewolf behind Shani exclaimed in horror: "How has our leader become like this? He's always been the best at controlling himself among us!"

I don't reply, just look down, not knowing what to do. "I'm talking to you weirdo." She says pulling me up from my chair, from her scent I can tell that she's a werewolf. "P-Please l-let g-go-" "Why should I freak? Get out of here, no one wants you around." I see Eric and the rest glare up at her but I just shake my head, silently telling them to leave it. They look reluctant but still watch what's happening. "Leave her alone Emma. Theo won't like you bothering her-"

He barely touched it. Wren whined. A high-pitched whine straight from his throat. As soon as Jackson lifted his hand, the whine stopped. Jackson repeated the motion, even slower this time. The whine repeated. Jackson sighed. “Wren,” he muttered. “It’s ok if you’re not ready for this. You’ve been through a lot and need to heal at your own speed.” It’d help if therapists would take on werewolf patients. He truly hated his country with every fiber of his being.

"Or else, I wouldn't be able to hold myself back. All I and Ryker want to do is claim you in every way possible, but I've been holding myself back not to scare you. But, if you don't stop doing that, the mating ceremony will happen here on this table." Each word he spoke sent a strange kind of shiver through my spine, and instantly, warmth spread through my body and I could feel myself getting wet with arousal. A low deep growl echoed in his chest and my whole face turned beet red as I remembered one detailed fact about Werewolves men. They could smell when they're female is aroused. I noticed his eyes change colours from deep to light blue, indicating his wolf wanted control.

Strangely, the scent led me toward my mansion. My wolf burst through the grounds, straight to the servants’ quarters. I shifted back to human form mid-stride, naked and feral, and kicked open the door to her room. The sight that greeted me nearly brought me to my knees. Winter lay on her bed, completely naked. Her long dark wavy hair was spread across the pillow. Her legs were spread wide, one hand desperately working her pink clit, fingers slick as she whimpered and moaned. Her clothes were ripped and scattered on the floor. Her body was flushed, nipples hard, hips bucking into her own hand.

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.

She understood it was not the time to speak. He ran a finger down her nightgown and divided it in half. She gasped. Having his claws out added to the pleasure. It was the most erotic thing she’d imagine a werewolf could do during sex. His fingers caressed her exposed skin and cupped her breast. A moan escaped her lips and the other hand joined in massaging her nipples. ‘Lick me.’ She thought and after a few seconds, he drew a nipple into his wet mouth Marina couldn’t stop from raising her hips.