Male On Feral Novels & Stories

she whispered, lips grazing his jawline, breath hot, shivering, every ounce of restraint gone in the shared heat of battle. A massive Feral, corrupted beyond recognition, tore through the ground, its eyes glowing with red malevolence. Thalen intercepted, body pressing hers into the curve of a tree, golden claws flashing. His lips brushed her temple as they moved, fleeting but charged with raw, feral desire. “Even in chaos… I need you. Now. Always.”

I want to know and he must tell me! I can see from his facial expression that he's hurt by my behavior. His cold eyes that are boring into mine are full of regret. He's already regretting opening up to me but I don't care. Being feral is a serious sickness. It destroys a shifter's rational human side, leaving the cruel, unrestrained animal side to take over. This is why there's a need for balance for us to be able to relate with others in a society that doesn't only belong to the shifters.

Leo the eldest of the brothers responded in haste. Back to Cloe and Cath, A couple of strong male pack were attracted to their scent. And they weren't friendly. They were in rut and very horny pack. Slobering and dripping in feral saliva. They were Feral Alpha type in which they attack females abuse and eat them when they filled their naught. Cath was somewhat tipsy with what that Calvin guy urged her to eat. He spiked the food that Cath ate. And Chloe had dismissed the fact that he was a bad only to know of hus intentions were as low and shallow like his values.

His Adam's apple bobbed ever so slightly before they found my face. “I would have given you as many concubines as you wished,” he started calmly. “But we cannot risk the Feywin bearing a child that does not belong to the Alpha. You may experiment with as many women as you like, however. I am not your husband and you are not my wife. We are both free to do as we please.” My eyebrows lifted despite myself. That was… not what I expected to hear. I could experiment with women? A small temptation to ask if Iris was up for the offer but I knew that he wouldn’t take the bait. It could even lessen my chances at seeing Iris again if anything.

One of the identical men growls, crossing his arms over his chest but widening his stance as he prepares to fight. My wolf is feral, a red haze coloring his vision. Yet these two men smirk like they’re not about to have their throats ripped out. Desperate to get to our mate, to remove their scent from her body, he crouches low, but before he can go in for the kill, he’s pinned to the ground.

Malcom studied her face for a moment, like he was looking to see if she could take it. “Please?” She whimpered, “I need it hard, daddy.” She watched something snap in his eyes and the pupils took over, like any control he had was gone. Then his eyes flashed gold and she knew she was seeing the feral side of him. Poppy wasn’t so sure this was a good idea anymore. “Ye want it hard, lass?” His voice was rough, animalistic, “Ye want rough? Fine.” He drew himself out almost completely, before slamming back in so hard she slid back a little on the bed.

I shall battle your feral animals and show your traditionalist council that the woman selected by the Alpha King does not require his protection to fight your evil. Dominic’s hand clamped around her waist from behind, bringing her spine flush into the rumble of his chest. A low, tortured growl ripped from him. He feared for her life, but the pure, uncontrolled pride and raw, sensual joy of watching his mate claim her true, regal power made his inner beast need her with a fury that was tearing him apart. Elder Sharon looked at her for a long, agonising period, then a vicious, twisted smile bloomed on his wrinkled face.

The tension in the room was so thick I could barely breathe, and I felt like I was being put on trial for something that wasn't even my fault. My father asked me again, his voice harder this time and filled with authority that he clearly expected me to obey without question. "Sera, answer the question honestly. Are you truly mated to four different alphas at the same time?" "Yes." I said clearly, refusing to back down or apologize for something I had no control over. "I am mated to four alphas. Knox, Axel, Jaxon, and Ryder. All four of them are my mates and I can feel the bond with each of them just as strongly as if I only had one."

He said sounding upset. "So he is suddenly not a man because his mate happens to be a man, don't be ridiculous. Don't mind him son, nothing is wrong with Raphael and the fact that his mate is a man doesn't make him a different guy, he is still the same guy you grew up with and I will love and accept whoever your mate turns out to be, male or not." She assured me and I really needed to hear that, I have been so stressed out about the issue. "Hell no Maddie, my son can't have a male mate. If your mate happens to be a guy, you have to reject him immediately, is that clear?"

“What about other werewolves? They never loose control?” “Some might, but not all turn feral. There's only one feral wolf for each full moon. Every full moon, the only inevitable phenomenon that happens to the rest of the werewolves is shifting to our wolf and staying in our wolf form throughout the full moon. Then our senses are amplified, emotions heightened. But for the feral wolf, the effects are tripled, making him…. Feral.” He explained, patiently, his voice firm. “Well, can it be avoided?” She asked another question.