Jenna Wolfe Nude Novels & Stories

**** I caught up with Jenna just outside the packhouse. “Jenna, look, I’m sorry ----” “Don’t be,” she responded. Wait… what? “Huh?” “I am the one that should be sorry for storming out. You had a life before me. I get that.” “You do?” “Yes. I mean, it bothers me that you lied to get a she-wolf in bed.” She wrinkled her adorable nose. “Correction, it bothers me that you lied to get TWO she-wolves in bed. And it’s a little… man-whorey, to be honest. But I have a career based on males lying about sex and doing sketchy things when it comes to members of the opposite sex, so I should be used to it.”

A single incubator sat in the center. But standing in front of it was not a doctor. It was a holographic projection of Eleanor Wolfe. She looked as she had in her sixties—regal, terrifying, and utterly composed. She wasn't a ghost; she was a digital consciousness, a "protocol" that had finally shed the weakness of aging flesh.

I rustled through my desk drawers next to my bed, found my sketchbook and pencils, and sat down in my office chair. “Let me call you back, “I said to David. “Take your time,” he said with another big yawn before letting me go. I set down my phone and I began my drawing of the wolfen goddess I’d been with, looking over her shoulder at me like she had the night before when I’d taken her from behind.

The night after Ryker had cornered Jenna, she couldn’t stop replaying the feel of his finger brushing her lips. Her wolf had betrayed her, shivering and thrashing under the unwanted touch, even as she had tried to shove him away. By the time she stumbled back to her house, Mina and Celeste were waiting, their eyes wide, their questions so many. Jenna dodged them, brushing off the gossip, but sleep refused to come. Her wolf prowled inside her, restless and torn, clawing at her chest like it wanted to escape.

There are too many for the cab, so I place them in the bed of the pickup just as a rogue wolf who made it through the warriors, launches himself at the people in back. Jenna, without a second’s hesitation, steps up between the littles and the wolf. He takes a swipe at her, cutting into her bicep. Jenna screams as she punches the wolf in the snout with her free hand, then she collapses backward into the truck bed. “Everyone hold on.” I yell behind me, as I get into the driver’s seat.

The room filled with murmurs. " I thought the alpha said she was packless." " How could she even pass down a grim wolf mark when she's born without a wolf." Kristina stepped forward, smiling evily like my child just helped her win a lottery. Kristina. The woman Jaxon had chosen as his chosen mate just before he found me. The woman the pack loved. The woman who hated me with quiet smiles just because I was wolfless. “If that were true,” she said calmly, “then where is your mark, Laura?”

“Get yourself naked and straddle me.” She pulled her tights down and stepped out of her underwear. Jake’s hand was on her waist, helping to lift her onto his lap. He nudged her entrance and pulled her down hard, bottoming out on the first thrust. Jenna closed her eyes as his hands cupped her breasts and squeezed. She started grinding down on him as he pulled her shirt over her head. His mouth latched onto her nipple, his other hand going to her ass. “Jake … move.”

He placed a withered hand on my forehead. "Alpha Alex," the Hunter’s voice was like grinding stones. "Under the gaze of the Moon Goddess, who are you? Did you lay hands on this woman with intent to harm or claim her?" "I did not," I gasped, my voice sounding like it belonged to a stranger. "I have never touched her. I have no seed to give her." "Because I am not a man. I am a she-wolf." The pulse of the staff exploded into a shockwave of silver light that knocked the executioner back. The Truth-Revealer pulled his hand away as if burned.

Arriving at Aron's place, I exited the car and entered the home. Not much has changed. I see a few of my things lying around. I get to thinking maybe he was being truthful about the blackmail, but at this moment, all I can think about is how good he looks and how I haven't had sex in months. He was my first and last time. I didn't realize how much I missed it until I saw him. I need this man inside me right now. We can talk about all of this later. I turn to look at Arron. Before I can say anything, he kisses me with so much passion it brings me to the floor. His eyes open, and I can see his wolf. It brings my Wolf out, and without thought, I'm now pulling clothes off of him inch by inch, ex

“Thanks. Later that afternoon,as the class emptied out,Elara had just taken a sip from her boxed juice when a dramatic sob erupted from across the room. The fake cry startled her, and she nearly dropped the drink. “Oh my God!” a student at the back gasped,eyes wide, phone in hand. “What happened?” her friend leaned over, concern in her voice. “Wolfe Adrian is married?” the girl half-asked, still scrolling. Another student across the row tilted her head. “Wait, are you serious?” She opened her own phone. “It’s true. It’s all over the internet .But… no name.who’s the wife?”