Hacer El Amor Salvaje Novels & Stories

She closes her eyes and lightly scratches her nails at his back. "I want it hard… I want it to be aggressive and wild." It stirs him up. He caresses her cheeks down to her chest and his hand reaches her down there. She was ready and what was he waiting for? He haul on her and make love to her in such an aggressive and wild way as she wanted. The bed remains creaking until the legs of the bed breaks but he kept going until she got her release and he got his. He laughed and kissed her. He sat up and looked down at her flushed face.

That thankfully had never happened to me since I always manage to find my way back home before morning. “We should go for a run—in our wolf forms,” I suggested. “That does sound like fun, but right now, the only thing I wanna do is have sex,” She said and then headed in the direction of an extremely attractive man who’d been staring her way. Well I guess she and Liam really did mean it when they said it was all sex, nothing more. Leaving her behind, I headed out of the pack house. I looked away from the couples openly having sex right beneath a tree. I was quite sure the embarrassment would kick in by morning—

I go still, trembling with the effort to not fuck her senseless. “Look at me.” Amber eyes blaze lupine-bright through lowered lashes. “Make me.” I answer by folding her leg back, angling deeper. Her cry scatters birds from the trees. Each snap of my hips now is a vow—to raze temples, salt earth, rewrite destiny itself if it keeps this wildfire in my arms. She shatters first, back bowing as she claws runnels through the moss. I follow, spilling inside her while her lips milk my throat.

He quickly pushes his fingers back inside me, scooping it up before dragging my pants back into place. He sighs and pulls me to my feet, turning me to face him. He brushes dirt and leaves from my front with surprising gentleness. “I hate you,” I hiss. Ethan raises an eyebrow, smirking. “You hate me… or you hate how much you enjoyed that?” He yanks me against his chest and claims my mouth in a rough kiss, tangling his fingers in my hair to hold me in place. His other hand slips into my panties, cupping my soaked pussy as his palm grinds against my swollen clit. “You’re so wet and needy. I bet I can make you come with just a few strokes.”

‘Yeah, you didn’t even work this hard to keep me from going feral. ‘That is not true. This is just a lot more fun than trying to keep you from going feral,” I say, thinking about last night when I made my mate come so hard she couldn’t hold back her cries of pleasure, even knowing her family was all around us. If I have to hear her family going at it like fucking rabbits, they can bloody well hear my mate screaming her pleasure.

“More…Please Wilder…more” He knew exactly what he needed. He sat up on his knees, never pulling all the way out of me, his hands trailing down over my legs, hooking them on my calves and placing both my legs on his shoulders. He leaned forward, thrusting into me harder. “So fucking good, tight, wet just perfection.” He reached up with his right hand and began to play with my hardened nipple. The orgasm blasted through me and I felt my canines extend as I bit into my lip before screaming out my mates name. My mate, the one I never thought I would fully have. “That’s it love cum all over this cock.” I love his dirty words. I felt his thrusts become more intense and another release rushed thro

“Absolutely. I need to know what you two are saying.” He stops moving his hand and points to my length in his hand. “Rabo.” “Rabo,” she repeats. Hakeem moves his hand up and down me in the same rough and fast motions he was using before. “Hacerse una paja.” “Hacerse una paja,” she repeats, fisting her hand around my length. I groan at the new feeling of her sparks added to Hakeem’s. “Good, Merry. Make your fist tight and move quickly.”

Could hear it from the howl that ripped through the trees, as the force of it hit Candy. She pulled back with a gasp as Stolas sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist as he kept up his relentless pace. Her lips moved to his, her fingernails scratching into his back as he moved his hand between them to circle her clit and take her over the edge again. Her body milked his, the feeling pulling him over. As he tangled his hand in her hair, pulling her face closer to his so he could press his lips to hers as he panted her name.

Elara responded with equal desperation, her fingers digging into his shoulders as the victory and betrayal fueled their connection into something primal and consuming. He entered her against the tree with powerful thrusts, the rough bark pressing into her back as he claimed her with unyielding intensity. Their bodies moved together with raw need, each deep stroke a declaration of ownership amid the chaos surrounding them. Elara’s cries echoed through the trees, mixing with the distant sounds of the forest as pleasure built to overwhelming heights. Jax’s movements were urgent, almost punishing, as he poured all his rage and love into their union, marking her as his in the heart of the wildern

Julius's assumption was wrong. When Zachary put his fluffy tail in my hand and flirted with me that night, it felt so soft that I couldn't stop myself from squeezing it. He groaned. Burying his face in my neck, he whined and said, "Queenie, tell me if you feel uncomfortable. I'll be gentle. I won't hurt you." He was very gentle indeed. However, Liam Ashford, a lycan and the candidate for my next trial marriage, was anything but. I had heard that lycans had great core strength, but when I experienced it for myself, I was overwhelmed.