Lesbian Mating Press Novels & Stories

“What if that was connected to her depression in some way? She had discovered the actual guy of her dreams, but she was barred from having him. It is just unacceptable for three living male lupus garous to mistake her for one of their own at once. How could Larissa’s life have turned out to be so chaotic? Lelandi fought back tears as she closed her eyes. “I’m feeling tired from the medication.” Silva remained motionless for what seemed like an age before standing. I’m good, honey. You snooze a little. She walked briskly to the door and shut it behind her. Who else would have known if Larissa had a lover? How was Darien to be the victim of this? Trevor spoke softly to Silva in the hallway. “D

Lupus was meeting Xenus for their clothes, it only meant that Xenus knew they had already mated, completed the mating process. It wasn't like she was ashamed of Lupus or something but it was just so embarrassing. She just knew that now more than ever they'd push the Luna title on her. She could smell Lupus' scent on her and she loved it. But then again, there was one more thing to be embarrassed about. It was only natural that she got embarrassed, they were newly mated mates. Everyone would smell Lupus' scent on her now and she couldn't hide the bond they shared no more.

The books refer to his case as half-breed—an effect of an artificially inseminated human woman with werewolf’s seed. That was a hazardous procedure, and it is not without reason that it is forbidden in our world by the council. Only fated mates, no matter the species, can produce offspring. Our Goddess’s gift for those waiting for their mate for years. That’s why a lot of werewolves enjoy their unprotected sex with every woman. Not being able to impregnate another woman would never ruin your future relationship with a fated mate. And our increased sex drive required the use of tons of condoms—pleasure and saving in one.

In three swift moves, the wolf's shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his well-built chest that drew his mate like a magnet. In perfect synchronization, they formed an arc, never breaking eye contact. Their positions were reversed. Three steps back, one step forward. They kissed with more fervor, and Felicia clumsily removed her jacket and top. Jealous of their union, the sky rumbled, and thunder caused a blackout throughout the city. But that didn't stop them from continuing their sexual dance as they undressed. Yes! It was as if they were dancing. *** Three steps back, and Felicia fell onto the bed.

After being reborn, every time I met Sabrina, I habitually recorded our conversations. Along with her chats about finding someone to be a surrogate, I had enough evidence to crush her. I paid to have the video of Sabrina being beaten pinned on a news site. Then, I hired a marketing account to push a comparison post. "The Betrayed Wife Is Actually the Other Woman?" The buzz grew. The online community began to doubt Sabrina's act, suspecting that Harold and I were just playing our parts according to a script.

“Well, I feel like that’s a conversation that you two need to have. He should’ve had it with you already but I digress. From what I could see and smell, he was going to mate you.” “We already...mated, Havana.” Cheyenne said, confused. “Yes, you guys made love, that’s one of the steps. But when you are bitten by him you’ll go through the Alter. His hormones were going haywire when you guys got home.” “But why?” “The only way the mating or Altering hormones are triggered is if your mate thinks you’re dying or dead. So what happened before you guys got home?” Havana asked. Cheyenne sighed, sitting back against the seat.

I burst out laughing, wrapping my arm securely around her shoulders, pulling her into my heat as the Saturday evening settles around us. "Oh, you have no idea" I smile, ready to tell her everything. "Sebastian, my oldest brother, just got married to his mate, Ashton" I begin. "Ashton? He’s a guy?" Julie asks, her brow furrowing in surprise. "Yeah. As wolves, the gender of our mates doesn’t matter that much when it comes to the bond. It’s a bit complicated. Neither Sebastian nor Ashton are gay. They are just mates, and they only want each other. The soul connection overrides everything else.” I tell her.

“Why the hell would I do that when I know that I can handle you all by myself?” “You have no shame! After all the bad deeds that you have done were out and we know all the nonsense you were up to eight years ago. You still have the nerve to come to a party that is celebrating their mating party.” Stephanie said to Phoebe with a glare and Phoebe snickered loudly. “What mating party? They aren’t the first people to become mated to each other. There are thousands of people that accept their mate every day, which makes theirs better.” Phoebe asked.

I asked, because I could already hear the trap closing. The smoother voice answered. “The other topic of discussion is mating. You need a strong chosen mate, a Luna.” My stomach dropped, not with surprise, with fury. “No.” Voss’s expression didn’t change. “A sanctioned pairing with a powerful she-wolf would silence rumor. No doubts that you have claimed the witness. It would show control. It would put you back inside protocol.” “You want to leash me.” Maren’s lips pressed thin. “We want to keep you on the chair. Silas is telling anyone who will listen that you’re compromised by a human.”

“Since Darius seems to forget who he is because of you.” My stomach dropped. The wolfsbane was still hidden and tightly wrapped under my dress. “I am his mate,” I said softly. “It’s normal.” “Nonsense,” he snapped. “When you make me your Luna and keep me by your side, wouldn’t you burn the world to save me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “This is a transaction,” he said simply. “I’m making you my Luna to bear me an heir. Just one is enough. I don’t love you enough to burn the world for you.”