Sex And Rage Novels & Stories

Not sadness or even fear. It was rage.

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

You have to be punished. He perked up at the mention of punishment and rubbed himself furiously with the bath sheet that Kate threw at him. She walked into the bedroom ahead of him, cracking the whip as she went. I’m enjoying this, she thought. Does this mean this is my true sexual persona? Am I a power-hungry, lust-crazed dominatrix? She caught sight of herself in the mirror. No, she decided, this isn’t really me, but I am enjoying it. And that’s partly because I’m angry at what this man stands for. And anger can do funny things to ‘you. Like fear, it makes the adrenaline churn through your body. It can sweep along other emotions in its wake, turning it into a melange of conflicting desires

I didn’t fight my way out of England and run thousands of miles to go back to that life, and I sure as hell didn’t scrape by on the streets to get myself a new master and pimp. He ignites my fiery rage and my body instantly pinks up with the way my blood boils to the surface of my very pale skin. I have a redheads colouring, even with a scattering of freckles, and I hate that when I get mad it’s literally visible on every part of me. ‘’I sell sex yet I’m not allowed to have any. I’m not a fucking nun.’’ I snap at him loudly and uncross my legs as I slam my glass on the table too.

Xavier As my anger simmered beneath my skin, a fiery heat pulsated through my veins. I stormed towards her, my footsteps echoing angrily against the cold, hard ground. Her face contorted with fury, but I couldn’t comprehend the reason behind her intense rage. The air was thick with tension, carrying the sharp scent of bitterness and confusion. Sage’s voice trembled with remorse as she uttered an apology, desperately yearning to bridge the gap and become her friend. “What is the matter with you!” I demanded, abruptly spinning her around to face me. Her piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, radiating with an intense rage that seemed to ignite like flickering blue flames. The room echoed with th

he pleaded but he knew reasoning with me while I was in heat, was never going to happen. As we lay together on the bed, the tension between us changed, I knew that this was a turning point in our relationship, and I only wanted only one thing, his massive cock buried deep inside of me in a sexual rage. I wanted angry sex and I wanted it now!

“I’m not bringing her home tomorrow, so shut it. You’re giving me a headache.” "You’re scared," Rage taunted. "You think she’ll reject you." “Scared?” I scoffed. “You think I’m scared? Shut up, old wolf. You don’t know a damn thing about women.” Rage growled low in my chest. “Then let me take control. One day is all I need. I’ll bring her to us, and she’ll be in our bed by nightfall.” “Never,” I spat, shutting him out. I wasn’t ready to entertain his wild ideas.

He watches me like he has seen me for the first time. My heart is racing now, and I am starting to get uncomfortable with the way his looking at me. There’s an awkward silence in the room. It’s like a staring contest between me and him now. Could it be his upset I was coming out of Cassian’s office? He couldn’t be. There’s nothing between us. ‘Actually, there is.’ Sage remarks, ‘A lot of hot, steamy sex’ ‘Sage!’ ‘What?’ She shrugs. She is not lying; the sex is great, and I find myself wanting to go back to him every time, but it’s wrong.

He was trying to dictate my life, to invalidate my love, under the guise of some cosmic decree. My hand was flying across his face in an instant, a flash of righteous fury that left a stinging sensation on my palm. The sharp crack echoed in the silence of the room. He spit out blood mixed with saliva, his head snapped to the side, and a thin trickle of crimson appeared at the corner of his lip. I had let **rage** surge through me, a primal, untamed force, and I didn’t regret it. Not one bit. I would do it over and over again until he took back those hateful, dismissive words of his. Here he was, once again, attempting to block out the possibility of a **home**, of a future with Perseus, unde

Wet sounds—obscene in the confined space—were masked by the rustle of pages, the professor’s voice, the occasional cough from the back row. Mara’s orgasm built like a storm—fast, unstoppable. She clamped her thighs around Sage’s head, trapping her there, hips rocking in tiny, desperate movements against Sage’s mouth. Her free hand gripped the edge of the desk so hard her knuckles blanched. When it hit, it hit hard.