Roxanne Wolf X Male Reader Novels & Stories

“When I take you, there will be no other man’s hands between us.” The words should have enraged me. They did. But they also sent a violent shiver down my spine. Ronan felt it, and his smile turned slow and dark and terribly satisfied. “You think that proves something?” I demanded. “I think your wolf understands me better than you do.” “My wolf wants to tear out your throat.” He leaned in until his lips nearly brushed mine. “So do you.” His breath was warm, and my body ached with wanting and hating. “I’ve been looking forward to watching you try,” he whispered.

That represents the real question, the singular one pleading to be answered by his jaw. “My wolf...” His large paw grabs tight around my arm. “Come on, Rowan. My internal wolf needs your presence.” Those represent complete magic words where my she-wolf is concerned. Usually. His alpha wolf needs my body? Then your heart better believe my boots are present for his chest. Substitute any single male name from my dark past for that he/him pronoun, and the text would represent a true statement about my weakness.

His wolf stirred restlessly inside him, growling for release, like it was clawing at his skin, ready to break free. She’s ours. Claim her, now! “No, not yet. This ain't the right time.” He silenced his wolf. He met Lena’s gaze, fire and fury dancing behind her lashes. She smirked. “Still think I’m not worthy?” Ronan didn’t answer. His pride wouldn’t let him. But deep down, something inside him whispered the truth that she wasn’t just worthy but also dangerous. And he was already falling.

“What is that?” “Who was that wolf?” Alpha Angus asked me, blinking as he kept wallowing in a state of unease and confusion. “If I consult the Moon Goddess about it, she might question me about what I've done concerning her pleas.” “Wait.” I beckoned him, aiming to make him think deeply. “Have you really seen our wolves change according to the Moon Goddess's commands? Did they have mates already?” “Ronan has Mary. The Gammas are all joined to their female wolf mates.” Alpha Angus stated, his voice raised louder than I expected to hear. “I am with you, my obsessed mate.”

My sacred parts pulse for him, making me impatient. The wolf looks down at where I am open, curiously. “She's beautiful,” he murmurs reverently. Aren't cannis females like that? I suddenly remember that he's never seen them so close up. I shamelessly lift my hips, offering myself. He lets out his breath. That red eye glows as it stares at me, as if accepting what I'm giving it, then goes lower, closer, closer. The next caress is hot as fire, yet soft and insistent.

As soon as she held her breath I knew she was there, and I held onto her body tightly as she let her high consume her. I honestly didn't anticipate what happened next as I felt the burning sensual pain of her fangs sinking into my neck. I sucked in the sides of my cheeks and bit down hard, using the pain to prevent myself from getting off. Fucking wolves anyway. As Roxanne removed her fangs from my neck she covered her mouth with one hand and made a horrible attempt to push herself away from me with the other. But my fiery beauty had no chance at going anywhere as I refused to let her go while I touched the little crescent marks she left on the base of my neck.

By asking for his help. I thought of the wolves I’d seen in the meeting room, their body moving against one another. The vigor of the male werewolf’s hips, the roughness of his hands. Of the sounds of their breath and the glaze of ecstasy written on their faces. I imagined Alpha Xavier moving that way. I imagined him naked and rough, fingers biting into skin and hips driving forward. A heated, animal look in his eyes. It was only for a second. Only for a second, I imagined it. A trill moved down my core. Chills scattered over my skin. I flushed, but I didn’t look away from him.

he added right after and I flushed. But I had to agree that he was right. Ronan’s voice was enough to get me aroused on a typical day but now, his voice and words had me squirming and needy anytime another wave of heat came. Just a touch from him would have me dripping and despite his size, since he got back, Ronan hadn’t had much resistance from my cunt. It was almost like it was made for him. “Sometimes, I feel my wolf trying to take over like he wants to give his knot to you by itself,” Ronan confessed and my mind blanked at the thought of it.

As if that wasn't enough to satisfy his arrogance. My body swayed. My head throbbed. But my wolf inside was struggling, demanding deeper, rougher pleasure. "Mister... mister... ungh," I sobbed out, my voice completely broken. I let my head loll back against his shoulder. Ronan immediately capitalized on the surrender, tilting his head to capture my lips in a ravenous, bruising kiss. His tongue thrust into my mouth, perfectly mimicking the brutal, relentless rhythm of his hips below.

"Your blood... it's calling to my wolf. Mmm... you're stretching around me so perfectly." I don’t understand what this is doing to me, but I can feel it’s triggers something dangerous inside me. My body begins to radiate an intoxicating, thick blend of honey and wild orchard pheromones so potent it drives Ronan entirely mad with lust. He lets out a loud roar against my shoulder, his hips hammering into mine without a single shred of his legendary control. He loses all pretense of being a guardian, or my father's friend. He is just a predator harvesting his prize.