Garou Body Novels & Stories

Chapter 7: Let me GO. Morana’s point of view He stood there in his glory, the door slightly opened with half of his body popping out and glaring at us. My eyes racked his body over, narrowing up from the strong vein lining from his below at both sides to his hard toned torso to the well carved abs that set up so well and around his belly button with no button; it was pushed inside and small, then to his large chest that parted his male breast were hot pointed stone-hard nipples I wish my tongue could flick against and feel them between my teeth. Sick sick sick Morana, so sick.

I warned him, knowing he’d need a moment to process what was coming. Just then, Garcie appeared, dressed in nothing but a black leather lingerie set, with a collar around her neck attached to a chain. One of the brothers led her out of the SUV on all fours like a dog. She crawled out, and without hesitation, began to please the men, moving between them, performing with disgusting eagerness. The scene was vile.

I turned around and pressed on my elbow, watching as Giovanni threw his pants on, not going for his shirt. My gaze wandered over his physique, chiseled like a masterpiece sculpture. His chest was a work of art, rock-hard and adorned with intricate tattoos that danced across his skin, extending onto his broad back. The stunning canvas of colors and patterns only enhanced his rugged beauty, leaving me breathless. My eyes feasted on the sight of him, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to his body, and it made my mouth watered. Giovanni, that bastard. He flexed his muscles, he knew I was feasting on his body and he was enjoying it.

The initial two were standing a distance from the latter, since he had already said to leave it to him. However, that was for dealing with Gary. With Gus present, the situation had changed drastically. “Oho! This looks like an amazing find! The craftsmanship… the Magic Energy… this is… I’ve never seen anything like it before!” As Gus gleamed in delight, his overweight body danced in joy. He was thick from head to toe, so other than his flabby cheeks and slightly malleable neck, the rest of his body was dense. As a result, even though he jumped in excitement, his body didn’t jiggle all over the place.

After Carlo removed his shirt, there were no further strange actions—he simply took a few steps forward and sat down beside Lyla on the sofa. This was the first time Lyla had seen his bare upper body. His physique was powerful and well-defined, his bronze skin glowing healthily under the soft light, and his six-pack abs looked chiseled, every inch seemingly brimming with raw strength.

When he stepped away a little, Harlow’s eyes immediately looked down at his crotch, which was bulging and straining against his sweat pants. Gore gave her a large wolfish grin. “Like what you see?" His eyes flashed, a sign that the beast was close to the surface. "You need to put that away, or something." Harlow point down. Gore's smile widened. “There is only one place I would like to put it, In Y-O-U." Gore advanced on her again. His tongue invaded her mouth. When they broke apart, Harlow was left panting, and her mind reeling.

Garin answered. “Do you think they make me more appealing to you?” She moved closer to him very slowly while caressing her skin. “They really do,” “…and what about my clothes? Do you prefer them on me or off?” Hannah asked as she disrobed and was left naked in front of Garin. “I like them off,” He replied. “Do you love my body, Garin?” She asked and ran her hand underneath her breasts and grazed them ever so slightly. “More than the devil loves chaos,” He answered.

Bile rose in my throat thinking it was probably the fur of a spirit animal he wore and wondered how he could be so vile as a shifter himself to wear it. “Oh, little miss Swift.” The vile werebear chuckles showing me his mouthful of rotting teeth. “It seems you stole from the wrong Bear this time.” He glares right at me, his skin a pale pink with darker pink swirls peeking out from under his clothes and trailing up his neck to the base of his skull behind his ears. Much like the marks on Jonda and of the headless body at Miko’s. I didn’t know Garrison personally, but I knew of him, and it seems he knew of me too.

Daniel and Jai were suddenly very intrigued. "Did you do this?" Daniel asked, gesturing to the bodies. "Zosak helped," Cain said. "How do you know they were human?" Jai asked, walking up to examine the bodies himself. Cain pointed inside the open chest cavity. "Look at the decaying organs." Jai and Daniel each leaned in and saw that the organs were indeed shriveled and dead. "You don't think that it's because they've been dead for nearly a month?" Daniel asked, pulling the collar of his t-shirt to cover his nose.

The air was thick with the scent of dried hay and the musky heat of their shared desire. Alessandro’s hands were everywhere, frantic yet reverent, as he stripped away the barriers of their clothes. When his skin finally met hers, a gasp escaped Caro’s throat—a sound of pure, unadulterated release. He was a solid, thrumming weight above her, his body etched with the cost of the last five years. He moved between her thighs, his gaze locked onto hers, dark and possessive.