Kim Wolfe Nude Novels & Stories

I had been almost everywhere else so far. “Well don’t worry. The King will let us choose from the lot of you as a companion for the night. I’m pretty sure no one will want the wolfless girl.” He raised his head to look down at me, pleasure curling his lips at the fear that sparked in my eyes. “No one but me that is. Perhaps we’ll continue our little experiment later tonight. Though I don’t have all my equipment here so I might have to be a little… crude.” His eyes flashed dangerously, a deep-seated anger burning within them that held promises of my demise. I was trembling from head to toe and even though I could see how much he enjoyed it, I couldn’t get myself to stop showing such terror. H

These inhumane beings didn't just go around stealing food and property, they also raped mated she wolves in the presence of their mated partners, and most humans were put through terror. This has not only scarred them physically but also emotionally. "If we do get back early, you can still drop by and give her a flower right?" Owen had gone on a killing spree earlier, he was so livid, I was too but Owen had seemed like a mad wolf. He was angry that Sophia's special day was interrupted because of this. Killing some of them, and injuring most of them had been satisfying. I can't imagine them infiltrating into our homes and hurting my Sophia.

“Ivory’s back in the city full-time. She has resources. A new partner. Name’s Alaric Wolfe.” I froze. “Wolfe?” He nodded. “Ex-intel. Blacklisted. The kind of man who doesn’t work with governments. He owns them.” Sophia exhaled slowly. “And he’s working with her?” “Seems so,” Andre said. “But that’s not the worst of it.” He laid another folder on the table. Inside—footage. The warehouse. Not from earlier. New. Fresh. The child from the video. This time, she was speaking.

“I drew you because I already loved you.” He grabbed her nipples and twisted. Spit on her back. Bit her shoulder. When she came again, he pulled out of her pussy and pushed all the way into her ass. She lost it. Screaming. Crying. Gushing all over his thighs. He pulled her hair back. And came deep inside her ass. She collapsed on his chest, twitching, lips open. But Wolfe wasn’t done. “Get on your knees.” She slid down. Mouth open. He stroked his cock in front of her face—and came again.

That way, people would focus on my outfit being the problem and not my body. But right now, as my eyes rolled to the back of my head in pleasure, I felt gratified, like I was some sort of goddess, getting the worship of a Greek god. Xavier Wolfe had standards, high standards and that's why I loved in secret, thinking he would never see me that way, yet here he was kneeling down to trail kisses all over my body. My nipples were hard as he nicked and suckled on them. The sensation was out of this world and it had me grabbing his dark brown hair in my fists just to keep him in place.

His face turns red right before my eyes as he takes us in. I’m almost naked--save for my bra and shirt which are around my waist--while Wolfe is still fully dressed, but it’s crystal clear that his fly is open and our position leaves no room for doubt that he’s fucking me. With a hand at the middle of my back, Wolfe guides me back down and when I try to face away from my phone, he turns my head back and keeps it there so that I have no choice but to hold my husband’s betrayed eyes. “Wentworth,” Wolfe drawls Josh’s last name and I can hear the smirk in his voice. “Fancy seeing you this way.”

“I…I felt this energy and it wanted out. So I let it out and then the thing was gone. I don’t know how I did it or where the thing went. I don’t know if it’s even alive. There was no destination in my mind. He could be stuck in the dark somewhere! Oh god…I think I’m going to be sick.” She takes a step back and leans down to rest her hands on her knees. “Are you alright?” The new wolf asks. He’s shifted back and is completely nude. Nudity isn’t weird for our kind but some have mastered being able to shift either still wearing clothes or removing them before they shift. It isn’t easy but this guy doesn’t seem bothered by his state of undress out in the open as we are now.

It’s meant to represent bridging the gap between humans and werewolves, baring ourselves in our most primal states—humans in the nude, werewolves in their wolf forms. The star piece, which comes up on the second to last slide, portrays a nude human woman embracing a wolf pup. The pup is cradled in her arms like a baby, and is suckling from her breast. It elicits a few gasps and murmurs, which makes me smile. This is the reaction to this piece that I was intending; shock, intrigue, and maybe even a hint of disgust. “Perhaps some of you are offended by this piece, titled ‘Wet Nurse’,” I say as I pace the small stage.

“Oli... Can you undress in public?” “Only if I’m planning to shift. Nudity is necessary if I don't want to destroy my clothes," I announce, and when I'm naked I connect my eyes with his, "My wolf has never hurt a person. She’s not dangerous. You don't have to be scared.”

And right there Kael stands, dead center of the room with a very tall, thin brunette she-wolf locked right onto his large arm. Not just any random brunette from the territory. When his heavy shoulder moves so my pupils can see her face, my brain realizes her identity is Virelle Knox, a supermodel she-wolf famous enough across the packs to go by one single name. Beautiful enough to make any tiny ounce of beauty my own face has ever possessed seem like everyday plain mud.