Novel & Cerita Real Cougar Stories

He nodded and continued, "Yes. The cougar does have that urge—not half as much as its urge to kill, but it's there somewhere. When we make love, the wolf participates but the cougar does not. Afterward, the wolf feels peaceful while it becomes very restless and cranky. Sometimes, after we make love, I have to go out for a run or go hunting before it gets sated enough to settle inside me." "Oh... So, with sex—" she began. "Whatever you are going to say, don't even say it. I am not going to allow it to happen." He was going to stop there, but seeing her face fall, he added, "You will die even before you get your message of offering yourself like a sexual, sacrificial lamb, across to the cougar

Of all the things Stu and Ricky expected to find when they showed up at the remote cabin, which he'd found only after some fancy-and, ahem, illegal-searches of online databases, it wasn't to see his beloved cougar racing at him with a pack of wolves at her thrashing tail.

One fella’s dealing out cards while another holds court, telling some dramatic story about being stalked along the trails by a mountain lion. I’ve heard that story before. We all have. Not much happens in Starlight Ridge, and sometimes folks need to recycle their tall tales. No one cares once the drinks are flowing, and usually that gets under my skin, makes me all cranky and irritated, wondering why it’s so wrong for people to just fall quiet for a change—but tonight that same old story is a comfort. Teeth gritted, I strain to hear every word, focusing every ounce of my attention on the dramatic tale of the cougar on the trail, until finally—thank fuck—the pressure eases in my jeans and I c

I call to them. I can’t move. If I take my hand off Bernard he bleeds out, so I'm giving orders to a wall of muscular men from my knees. "Please stand in front of that tape behind me and don’t let anyone slip past you. The cougar is probably long gone, but we can’t take any chances, and there’s always someone who wants to play hero." That's several lies. The cougar is a redcap and he’s dead, but my mate’s somewhere in there, naked and worse for wear.

Setting my cup down, I said, "I'm sure Ms. Sherwood must've revealed some of my intentions to you. Although nothing is spelled out yet, you're a smart man, Mr. Lawson. I'm sure you know what I want." Hugo studied me carefully before commenting, "Everyone says that you and your husband are an extremely loving couple." Then, with a mocking chuckle, he continued, "I guess rumors will always be rumors—empty words without any evidence." I placed the information I brought with me on the table, but Hugo eyed me suspiciously and didn't move. I was in no rush, however. In the end, Hugo took the document. The more he read it, the brighter the gleam in his eyes became.

Unfortunately, her little teeth did not phase the creature. “Anya,” Derek screamed. He had managed to use her gifts enough to get him in a position to see what was going on. As he began to rise, he watched her eyes slowly close. The cougar was huge and feared he got her with his paws in an artery or vein. He had to work fast, his gift coming to life as he worked them quickly. He didn’t care if his wounds opened. All he cared about was the women in danger, her puppy doing all it can to get the large cat off her.