Nick Wilde X Reader Novels & Stories

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains breeding/impregnation fantasies, rough sex, dominance/submission dynamics, group sex (MMF), and werewolf erotica themes. Reader discretion advised—triggers for size difference, intense power play, and heat-induced frenzy. CHAPTER ONE "I fucking need it," Selene was begging as she flailed around on the floor, touching herself intimately. "I fucking need a cock now," she demanded. She looked crazed with lust as her eyes devoured the two wolves, licking her lips as she continued to paw roughly at her own flesh. In fact, just moments before, she had spread her thighs wide open to give them a show as she jammed several fingers up inside herself and mewled with

It takes him a moment to read the room. All four of the guys are standing with one of my books in their hands. I know what each one is by glancing briefly at the covers. All of them are erotica, werewolf, and absolutely filthy. I have had to read most of them one handed and almost always fantasised about Phoenix and I as the main characters. “What the hell is going on? Why is Rose embarrassed?” Phoenix glares at his brothers as he steps in front of me. How did he know I’m embarrassed? He’s right, I’m absolutely mortified.

Rose looked so excited, I had to chuckle. “You know you’re obsessed,” I told her. “Obsessed with what?” Nate asked. “Rose here reads and writes werewolf porn,” Kimi answered. I snorted at her description of Rose’s reading preferences. “It is not porn,” she tried to defend herself. “Yes, some of them have very steamy sex scenes, but the storyline is more about finding love, and fighting rogues.” “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Nate said with a shake of his head.

This was normal life now. Later that afternoon, I lay on a wide silk cushion under a flowering tree, reading one of the community’s ancient erotic scrolls. The illustrations were filthy and beautiful — women tangled in endless pleasure. My fingers idly stroked my own clit as I read, lost in the words. A woman with golden hair and a thick strap-on appeared beside me. She didn’t speak. She simply spread my legs, positioned the fat head of her cock at my entrance, and pushed inside me in one smooth thrust.

Yet this sex tape could wreck and destroy my entire world with one click. I could not even start to imagine. My brain could not even get over the shock of this text. I was going into panic, and my entire body was trembling so bad, I could collapse any second now. I am being blackmailed. Just like that, my happy, sunny life had been switched to the dark again. My secret had not even died with Tina, because even in death, she continued to haunt me through other ways. This is the end… The door to the royalty sized bathroom abruptly opened behind me, and I heard Neil’s voice, “Baby-” He went quiet, and I could feel his eyes roaming my naked body. When he spoke again, his voice had gone intimate,

Stopping in my tracks, looking up at him, biting my lips, I roll my eyes, my hands stroking down his wet body. “Shower first, then play.” Jackson moves. I am looking at him. I pout my lips before I walk towards the shower. Stripping, I stand in the shower and get cleaned as fast as possible. I watch as his body dries slowly. Finishing up, I step out of the shower. Jackson is still standing there naked and wet. Walking towards him, my hand strokes along his chest, his mouth kissing my lips, moaning against them, his arms wrapping around me. “What do you want, Alena?” Looking at him, my mind throws everything at me. I want the chair again, the whip, the clamps, everything, and more. I do know

He pulled out his phone and showed me the video of me on my knees in the library basement, moaning while he fucked me from behind. “Strip, Lila. Or this goes out tonight along with the first video.” God! What have I gotten myself into? Will this ever end? Tears burned my eyes as I started unbuttoning my shirt. The stranger watched every move. And when I was completely naked, he pointed at the desk. “Bend over.” I leaned over Elias’s desk, breasts pressed against the wood, ass out. He moved behind me and kicked my legs apart. “Such a beautiful traitor,” he whispered. “Now tell me… does Voss know you stole his most private journal for me?”

(19). The Billionaire’s Bodyguard . By Pink-Butterfly . Chapter 19: . Wilder stepped into the van thinking about the conversation he had with Veronica. 'She can't hurt him, I'm with him 24/7 does she know I'm here in Orlando? Nah I hope not... never mind everyone knows we're here in Orlando' Wilder sighed buckling himself in. “Guess what" Asher nudged him, Wilder hummed listening. "I think Nikolai likes you, he kept talking about your hands" Asher said making Wilder choke on his spit and Malik snapping his head towards them.

I whispered, almost to myself. Lila nodded, her smile fading into a knowing look. "It's designed to feel that way. It's a taste of the werewolf world." She stepped closer, her hand brushing against my cheek. "But don't worry, you'll be alright in a few hours." Then, with a wink, she turned and headed back downstairs to the bookstore, leaving me alone with my swirling thoughts. I stared at the closed door for a long moment. I had to know the truth. I had to talk to Alex, to find out if any of it was real.

"But I know you. I know you hate my kind. You think we're monsters, glitches in your perfect logical world. And since I’m both a witch and a wolf... well, that makes me the ultimate target, doesn't it?" His eyes narrowed and a flicker of genuine surprise crossed his face but he quickly buried it. "You think you can read my mind?" "I don't need to read your mind, darling," I laughed, the sound echoing in the high-ceilinged room. "It’s easy to read a man when you’re fucking him. Your body tells the truth even when your mouth is lying. You were thinking about my throat, wondering if you could build a collar tight enough to snap it." I stood up and walked toward him.