Sating The Wolf Novels & Stories

Praline impatiently drew forth and made us clamp down onto his mark. Gerwulf bellowed out a loud moan, his hot seed spilling out as he filled me quickly. My wolf was determined as she fought me for control. It took everything to suppress her back, my mouth popping off his neck as he fell to the side much looking the same as me. Our heaving breathing being the only sound in the room as we tried our best to recover from the session.

Kurt added. Fck this wolf . I calmed my wolf while Drake approached me. He then pats my shoulder. "My advice to you, go claim what's yours."

“ You know what. I bet you are thirsty. With all this snow and ice I imagine getting water is hard. Stay there, I'll be back.” I run inside and find a large old bowl I never use and fill it with water. When I get back outside I half expect the wolf to be gone but nope he is still sitting in the same spot. Like he listened to me. Weird. I step off the porch onto the ground. “ Here is the deal. You are going to stay there like a good wolfy. I’ll bring this a little closer to you.” He moves his head up and down and wags his tail. I laugh, “ I’ll take that as a yes.”

I step further into the room "Didn't you hear me? I said stop with this stupidity this instant" I shout again and this time I feel the tension in the room deepen. The wolf turned to me once again and this time he walks to stand in front of me and looks me in the eye but I look back without breaking eye contact first and stood my ground, he looked around the room as though looking for the person that spoke to him again. I was fed up with such display of stupidity

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu

Speaking of him, I shifted in my seat, once again feeling his eyes on me even as he carried out some inane conversation with my father. I couldn't help but meet his eyes, as he boldly stared at mine every time he picked a morsel into his mouth and chewed it. Not only did I have my own wanton feelings to contend with but my wolf was getting increasingly difficult to control, thrashing at my insides as if she wanted to burst from my skin.

The look that could finish me off in two seconds and his fists clenched. - What are you doing here, crazy," I said angrily. - I needed to look at your face again! - he said taking a few steps forward. As he walked forward I walked two steps backward to get away. What did he think he was doing? - What's this all about? You hate me! And who gave you the right to come into my house? To invade my room? How did you know where I live? - Your smell! Damn it! - he moved a little closer - I need to smell you, to feel the touch of your skin, to hear the sound of your voice again.

When the wolf left, I stood up and left my hiding spot without thinking about the possibility of more wolves being nearby. "Dad!" I shouted to make him hear me. "Eva, this way!" I heard his voice to my left. I ran down that path until I saw the gray wolf a few kilometers away, heading towards my father. "Hey, you!" I shouted at the massive wolf. The wolf turned to look at me, savoring its disgusting tongue and slowly walking towards me. "You want me," I said, positioning myself as bait. Perhaps this is the end for me, but I can't let anything bad happen to my father or anyone in my family. The wolf let out a final growl and then ran towards me. I didn't move, I didn't run either, I just wait

Wesly A grey wolf hauling ass through the camp got a lot of attention. Kota lifts his head and sends his Alpha howl into the air, so no one moves towards her. Cat leads us through the trees. When we got to the waterfall, Kota obediently sat as Cat circles him, nipping playfully at his legs and ears. Kota nips back before stopping Cat by placing one of his massive paws on her head.

“And this wolf—he is unique. Entirely perfect. Immortal. Half divine. Fertile. Powerful. He is mine.” Nut and Hong mirrored us, preparing for confrontation, wolves brushing, coiling, marking, tethering each other fully in intimate, silent ritual. Their gestures weren’t just defensive—they were a declaration of power, unity, and readiness. Every mark left behind was a promise: “We are strong. We are bonded. We are ready to protect.”