Male On Feral の小説・ストーリー

The whiff of their arousal lingers so high in the air as the Alpha male inhales the woman's neck, arms wrapping tightly around her hands, and pinning it above her. "This is fucking great! I guess they can have a human as their mate after all!" He exclaims as they watch the Alpha male pulls back; his cock hardened and throbbing before plunging back into the woman's similar wet core. "We did some tests on the woman, and there are some strange observations from her DNA." Doctor Shelly says, bringing Zion's attention from the mating before them, to him. Doctor Zion lifts his brows, crossing his arms against his chest, "There are special cells in her DNA, and it's not positively similar to Isberl

Madam Livia replied, but seeing the panic in Emeriel's widened eyes, she quickly added, "What I do know is that a feral beast does not differentiate between friend, foe, bondmate, or offspring. To them, everyone is either a threat, prey, or an enemy. A feral lacks the ability to recognize a Soulbond." Her words provided some measure of relief. "You were fortunate to be in heat during your first time. Otherwise, the beast would have caused significant harm when it entered you.” Madam Livia explained. “Heat sex is different from regular intercourse. With your syren gland and the changes it has brought to your body, your channel is now quite different from ours. It can stretch with enough elast

I can see them all now, four walls of muscle, four sets of eyes glowing with an unhinged, animal hunger. The Feral doesn't wait for permission. He is sick with the need to touch me. He lunges forward, his hands grabbing the back of my head. He forces his fingers into my mouth, stretching my lips until they hurt. "Taste me," he growls, his voice sounding more like a wolf than a man. "Taste how much I want to break you." I can’t even scream. I can only moan against his hand, my eyes rolling back as I feel the first real contact of the night.

Eldrick answers, “you’re gonna need to earn it.” Clay turns until his head is in profile, and if I did not see it myself, I would not think such a perfectly empty face could communicate such unmistakable contempt. Eldrick goes on, unaffected. “Last full moon, the Hunters trapped themselves a feral out by the bogs. We’ve been keeping him on ice for a special occasion. I figure if you can take him out, Killian Kelly should be no problem for you, eh?” No. No one goes against a feral alone. Even Hunters go after them as a pack, and they take nets and knives and iron pipes. Ferals are infected, stuck between man and wolf, stronger than both, driven by madness and rage at Fate.

Alec mused. I stopped walking and turned around slowly. When he put it that way, it sounded ridiculous. “What does feral mean to you?” “We’re rejects or runaways from other packs,” Malcom explained. “What did you think feral meant?”

I could tell that my wolf is slightly feisty and I could not wait to see what she looked like when we first shifted. Pierce sears my lips with a deep kiss as our mate bond seals, and we are now bound together. “I really need to go back to my pack soon though. There are a few things I left behind that I need to gather up.” I know that it is customary for the female to follow the male to his pack, but I refused to leave the picture of my parents behind. I have so little of them left now, and I cannot bear to lose one more thing. “That will not be a problem. There are a few loose ends I need to tie up concerning your pack.” I noticed that his eyes have once again shifted to almost black, and th

I hadn’t even noticed him come in. “You’re not doing this,” he said. “I have to.” “You don’t. He’s not your responsibility. He’s nothing to you.” “He’s dying,” I said flatly. Steve stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You mark him, and it’s for life. You think your father will approve? You think his pack will? He’s an omega. His own father tossed him out. What do you think that means?” I held his stare. “I think it means I’m the only one who won’t.”

“So when they go feral… they act more like an animal than human?” “In the long run, yes, but it usually starts with them being angry all the time and being unreasonable. So, some shifters who never found their fated mates would go for chosen mates or produce an heir. Even if they don’t meet their mates, as long as their genes are passed on, the part of being feral lessened or eventually wiped out.” “So he just needs sex…” “Sex from his fated mate. Or produce an heir. And an heir could be from anyone. And we don’t want him to have an heir that is not from our Luna, right?”

she said. “What the hell are you talking about?” I questioned, as Will moved closer wanting to understand what she was talking about. “I mean the male wolves who don’t find their mates – this research has the potential to save those males from going feral,” she summarized. “Males have not been known to go feral in decades,” I said, feeling like she was lying right now,

Rafe quipped, playfully kicking Malachi, who remained comfortably sprawled in the grass as if it were his bed. "Nature is my spirit animal!" the second Beta, Malachi, retorted, as if quoting poetry, shooting Rafe a disdainful look. He was the only one among them who was mated, and any opportunity to stay away from his mate and pups was embraced wholeheartedly. Exhausted from being a new father to quadruplets, he rarely felt eager to return home. 'Those pups are absolute monsters!' he often lamented to Rafe and Tricc.