Mature Novels & Stories

he proclaimed. “Psst,” Hope hissed. “What’s ‘matronly’ mean?” She lowered her voice to a whisper so as not to interrupt the ceremony. Not struggling at all to cover up the fact that the phrase really meant the mare had no purpose but breeding, Rebel whispered back, “It means she’s a…mature woman.” Hope shot him a glare. “Er, a mature mare,” he corrected. This time, at the sight of a wolf like the Rebel kowtowing to the will of a five-year-old, Lily couldn’t suppress a bark of laughter.

"That woman should be ashamed of herself!" Miss Marcie said, a perpetual grimace ever present on her wrinkled brown face. Juicy wrapped the stiff piece of hair around the curling iron, expertly pumping the handle until there was a smooth curl bouncing beneath her fingertips. "What did that heffa do now?" Juicy asked, barely listening to the old woman's idle gossip. It was hard for her to focus when she had so much shit cluttering her head. Is that how Troy felt; head wanting to explode?

I asked. “It’s not something I like to talk about and I’m sure you have better things to do than sit around, listening to a middle-aged woman whine about her life,” she said. I stretched my hand over the kitchen counter to grab her hand. “Don’t say that about yourself, Alice. You’re a beautiful woman and I take offence at the use of middle-aged. The proper term would be mature,” I said. “You’re a woman that has lived to a certain extent and has seen things I could never begin to imagine, seeing that I’ve been in this world barely two decades.”

18+ Mature content ahead Aarav's Pov: I gritted my teeth while pounding inside this slut under me as she screamed in pure ecstacy. My hands are on either side of her clutching the sheets hard as I grunted, her pussy walls are gripping tightly around my cock.

I didn't tell him because I wanted to give him a surprise visit. That's romantic, right? The cool breeze and bright sky also attest to that, as they made my skin tingle. Words can't explain how happy I am now. I'm heading to meet Alpha Hudson, my boyfriend, or I should say my mate, since it's just a few days away. Yes! I'm going to fully turn 18 in two days, finally emitting my pleasant and alluring mate scent, which would confirm that we are mates even though none of us has any doubt about it.

He prefers to be alone in his limited free time, exploring the dense forests and returning home a couple of days later. The Claro de Luna pack is one of the oldest and largest packs in Europe, spread throughout the continent. They stand out for developing special abilities when they turn 25 years old and they meet their wolf at 16 years old, although from an early age, they can hear and feel them without fully transforming yet.

Grateful for the ability to cover up insecurity, he righted his shoulders and walked down the hall of the school, waving and greeting everyone as if everything was fine. Kari being in his face the last few days had shaken up desire in him again, and honestly, he didn't know what to do with it. The old him would have already pinned her to a wall and kissed his way to her heart, but that was then. He'd matured some and had more than his share of shitty relationships. They seem so new and shiny in the beginning, and then one day you woke up and found out that perhaps you were the only one being faithful.

He used his tongue, his mouth, his fingers to get her there and when she arrived it was the sweetest fucking thing he had ever tasted in his entire life. Her cum was like nectar, it was perfect, perfect in every sense of the word. AJ needed more, he needed so much more, it wasn’t enough, this was drug to him, a fucking drug and he was hanging for so much more. Her body began to shake uncontrollably now and he knew she was done, her body in overload. AJ reluctantly pulled away and stood up looking down at her shocked flustered face. He licked his lips needing to savour her taste.

"I get it. You're jealous. Still pissed I gave the Arctic Fox fur to Lena, huh? Using Cayce to get back at me?" I didn't flinch. "You shouldn't say that. I'm forming a mate bond with Cayce." "You can't! You're mine!" Kain snarled—and lunged. His hand barely twitched before Cayce's grip snapped around his arm. Crack. Kain grunted, breath catching, sweat slick on his brow. Cayce's glare was lethal. Wolves near us flinched back without thinking. "She's my mate," he said, voice like ice cracking. "You think you can touch her?"