Sexy Male Werewolf Novels & Stories

Cassie stated. Felix sighed, he felt a little flush. What he was going to explain to Cassie was the sex talk, but the werewolf version. “Cassandra, I hope I don't overstep when I tell you this. Just know this is as awkward for me as it will be for you,” he cleared his throat. “On the full moon, she-wolves go through something we call heat. They give off a smell that most unmated werewolves can't resist. So they usually give in to their primal desires. Even though you're not a wolf, Mitch will want to, you know — "he coughed. “Have sex,” Cassie finished for him.

had got away with these atrocities. As human slaves they had no voice, they were there to please their Masters and that meant letting them do whatever they wanted to their bodies the male werewolves had high sexual needs most of them wanted sex several times a day and their females rarely reciprocated that need. This was why they kept their female humans they could sate their desires on their soft malleable bodies as often as they pleased and they were rarely refused. The human females enjoyed what these gorgeous men did with them Werewolf males were all tall and toned their bodies super fit and flexible from all the training they did, you never saw an overweight Werewolf. Not only that bu

A girl’s shriek followed by raucous laughter from a group of senior alphas broke the lock of their gaze, and they turned to watch as the senior boys passed the unhappy girl between them, groping and laughing at her. “Mating moon,” Rhett murmured. “Yeah, it drives them a bit nuts,” Cameron agreed taking another cautious drag of the cigarette. “Dad says that we are like his stud bulls when we’re eighteen – no fence will keep us out of the heifers.” “My mum says that male werewolves are mindless f-king machines,” Rhett laughed with a shrug of a shoulder. “Which I guess is about the same thing.” “Have you…” Cameron raised his eyebrows. “You know… with a human girl?”

The pretty female gasps. “I need to run test to establish if it is likely to be short term or..” “Or…” The handsome male growls, like an animal. He must be a werewolf as well. “Or long term.”

However, I refuse to believe that any grown male-werewolf does cry, as he had said. Werewolves are strong. Especially, male werewolves that have attained a certain level of longevity are even stronger, faster, and more violent than any other. More reasons why there are more male Alphas than female Alphas in the history of werewolves. For centuries, authority has never been ruled by gender but by how strong, fast, and how powerful are deemed fit to rule. Now, how possibly can I believe Edgar?… That those scary bulging eyes of a tiger that many grown male-werewolf possesses which glows dangerously in the dark do cry in secret.

Sex isn’t a big deal amongst werewolves adn I hate sounding cliche but I am a male and have needs and Tara is one of my distractions. I walk around my desk and open the drawer pulling out a condom before going back around to where Tara is bent over. I undo my pants, push down my boxers until they are near my knees and then begin to stroke myself as I watch her plunge two fingers into herself. I focus on the act itself not the she wolf that is committing it. I ignore that she is skinnier than the one that I want or that her skin is too tan. I roll on the condom and approach her and she moves her fingers out of the way as I grip her hips lining myself up with her entrance and slide forward eas

Harris remarks while rolling his eyes at Tony. "Fuck off, man. I haven't had a decent conversation with Charl in a while and I just wanted to catch up,' Tony growls. "I'll back off man! Sheesh, you don't need to act so pissed," Harris grumbles. Giggling at the two men beside me, it is a prominent trait of werewolves to get mad so easily. Males of higher ranks most especially protrude this type of trait. Axel walks back to us and hands our key cards,

Disappointment is the furthest thing from what I’m feeling as my gaze lazily trails up and down the hulking male before me. Pride would be more accurate. Success in ruining that Alpha of theirs enough that he couldn’t even drag himself here to try to kill little old me. No, that broken coward sent his second. His Beta. Liam Rowlyn. I’ve watched him from afar for years. Golden brown, close-cropped hair. Eyes deep and dark like charcoal. Shoulders and chest so broad he’d give professional football players a run for their money. He’s a tall boy too, like so many of the male werewolves, his form still surely towering over my five-feet-seven.

His voice is a loud roar as I feel his release pour into me, prolonging my own orgasm. We lean against each other for a few seconds, coming down from our high. Donavon pulls out of me, his cock only slightly softer than it was while he was pummeling me. I have to say, while we were in hiding, I was only ever with human guys. The recovery and stamina of werewolf males is definitely superior. Just a few minutes of sucking on Donavon and he’ll be ready to go. I found that out last night.

And now that I know he's a werewolf, those fantasies are more and more intriguing. I can't help but wonder what sex with a werewolf is like. There's got to be something thrilling about fucking a man with such a dark secret. The strength in him, the heightened senses, the animal desire - it's all I can do to stop myself from quizzing Amy about Elias.