Nick Wilde Hot Novels & Stories

Viktor leaned in as if reading my mind, his voice a sinister whisper. "You're going to get close to Axel Yakov, little doll. Real close. You'll worm your way into his life, gain his trust, and report every dirty little secret back to me." "But- how do I know if Nilo is still alive?" A malevolent grin spread across Viktor's face. It was clear he'd anticipated my question. He snapped his fingers, and one of his men dialed a number on his phone, connecting us to a video call. At first, I couldn't make out the person on the other side of the video, but then I heard a mumble, and my heart lurched. It was Nilo, my brother. He was stick-thin, a shadow of his former self.

“You call dragging me out of my home protection? You call ignoring me the entire ride here protection? I’m terrified of you, Nikolai. Of what you are. Of what your world will do to me.” He didn’t answer. He didn’t reach for her. He just watched her, every muscle in his body tight with restraint. Before she could say anything else, his phone rang. Nikolai pulled it out, glanced at the screen, and answered without taking his eyes off her. “Matteo.” His brother’s voice came through, clipped and urgent. “We have a lead on Giselle. The Velvet Room. Get here now. Bring whatever men you can spare, this could turn ugly fast.”

“You just need to get laid, SV, it’s been 3 weeks,” Wilder said. “Yeah, probably.” I wasn’t going to argue, perhaps he was right. I had work to do and not a lot of time to cast my net. Nothing was going to stop me from asserting my dominance over the people in this county. Briarwood was mine. My phone buzzed in my hand and Wilder sniggered. I opened our group chat and grinned. Wilder: Ellie! Get your hand off Nikki’s dick! I need to tell you something!

"Thank you, brother." Nikolai scoops me into his arms. I snuggle my face into his left chest, my tongue salivating to lick his nipple. I close my eyes. They are rolled to the back. It's as though I'm high on alcohol. "You're burning from your heat, Grey," Nikolai tells me. Even his voice to me is fruity. Weakly, my grasp pulls his shirt closer to my nostrils. Briefly, I catch a glimpse of my environment. Nikolai's running us away. Marcellan's tearing the hem of his shirt to make a mask to cover his face. And in this chaos, I'm in heat, one that's overwhelming me by the second. Until when won't I be able to resist anymore?

~Lilian~ Nikolai was determined to ruin me. I was massaging my p*ssy to the show playing out on my phone, my fingers drenched in come. Watching him stroke himself hard with strong fingers, I was barely holding back from plunging my fingers into my hole and taking myself head on. He wants me to come over to the hotel. I could actually go. Then, the strong c*ck on my screen, tall and glistening with pre will not just be something I could only see.

“Crime? I didn’t commit a crime, it was just a misunderstanding. You stormed off before I had a chance to explain.” I decide to fish around in my purse and grab my keys. I have a tiny bottle of pepper spray on the keyring… just in case. “What’s to explain? Watching someone undress, without their knowledge is a crime. In fact, I should report you.” He closes his eyes and sighs. I can’t help but notice the musky scent of his cologne saturating the air. I’m trying to focus, but he smells so damn good. “Listen, let’s start over. I’ve been waiting for you all day to clear up this issue between us.”

The woman sitting here was something new: Damien Voss’s eager, submissive slut, ready to embrace every dark desire he had awakened in me. The future stretched ahead, no longer professional and controlled, but wild, dangerous, and utterly thrilling. And I couldn’t wait to begin it.

Only her. The world seemed to narrow instantly. Cami followed Ariana’s gaze. “Oh my God,” she shouted over the music. “What?” Ariana asked quickly, trying to stay calm. “That guy!” Ariana’s stomach flipped. Cami leaned closer. “He is ridiculously hot.” Of course she noticed. Anyone would. Cami kept staring. “Look at him,” she continued, half laughing. “He looks like he walked into the wrong building.” Ariana swallowed. Mateo hadn’t moved.

CALL #3 – Nalia to the Phoenix Watchers “Kensavion. Yeah, hi. It’s Nalia. I need you to alert the perimeter watchers in the southern hemisphere. Australia, Argentina, South Africa—any place wild and open. We’re looking for... no, not runaways. Horse shifters.” She listened, nodding. “No, I don’t know if they sparkle or burst into flames. If they do, I’ll send you a postcard.” Another pause. “No jokes. If you find anything out of place—unusual hoofprints, old tribal markers, magic anomalies—you send it up the chain. Direct to me.” CALL #4 – Isolde to the Vampiric Archives “Ah, Gustav,” Isolde said sweetly. “Still pretending to be relevant in the twenty-first century, I see.”

Madam Yvonne continued, unperturbed. "Duh. No one comes here first." Nadine replied. "You'd be surprised. They tell me that you have the hots for the detective in charge of the case." Nadine said, smiling conspiringly. Nadine gulped. The night before, she'd had an insanely erotic dream in which Nick Law had played a starring role as the lead male. Nadine still wasn't convinced. Maybe some detective had noticed her reaction to Nick; a reaction she thought she hid well.