Sexy Male Werewolf Novels & Stories

That would mean we were on the same page about it being a meaningless, scientific exercise that couldn’t possibly indicate real interest on either of our parts. Had Colin slept with men, though? I realized I’d never asked and he’d never said anything about it one way or the other. I’d assumed he probably had, casually at least. Because with werewolves, that assumption was a good bet. Werewolves, especially alphas, tended to stick their dicks wherever it seemed like it might feel good. They had less of a firm sexuality and more of a firm commitment to having sex. Even werewolves who identified as totally straight wouldn’t necessarily pass up a good time with someone who didn’t fit their usual

Akari saw the prince’s head coming toward her and was suddenly froze as a bird with a cobra coming at it. Except this was no cobra—not by a long shot. This was a large, handsome—and she don’t want to admit it but it's true anyways —sexy as fuck Werewolf male, bending his head toward hers, intending to kiss her. And Akari was doing absolutely nothing to stop it from happening.

Her brown eyes staring at me with utter apprehension. I turned to the man she was cheating with. He looked like any normal werewolf. Broad shoulders, well sculpted frame, powerful rippling muscles and an overall aesthetic physical appeal. It was the gift for all male werewolves who put in even little work. He was nowhere as physically impressive or good looking as I was. Looking down at his stubbornly erect member which refused to lose its vigour and stuck up like a defiant entity, he wasn't even as impressive as me in that department. I had more length and girth than he did.

“Fine. My answer is no. I’m leaving. Good luck with fighting off those angry ex-boyfriends of yours.” “They’re not my ex-boyfriends!” “Whatever,” he said with a shrug. “So, do we have a deal or not?” I groaned. “Why are all male werewolves obsessed with sex?” “It’s fun and exciting, that’s why,” he replied seriously. “So, what’s it going to be? Will you pay for the necklace or not?”

One hand grips my hip, securing me in place with the hot touch of his hand. "Nobody's going to believe we're not fucking if we're together," he tells me. I gulp. It's true. He's a werewolf. It's in their nature to be sexually active and I’m well aware of how much. "All for the sake of your cover, right?"

Ace “Now, I know you boys are all hormone driven teens and the hype after practice or a big game can really make you horny. As werewolves we feel the need to fuck more than humans or many other species. As part Lycan Alphas Dylan and I feel it ten folds what you do...But here’s the kicker…we don’t fuck nonstop and we don’t mate with anyone unwilling, be that through rape of coercion. Do you know what it means to coerce someone?” I say as I pace in front of the room full of teenagers.

"Or else, I wouldn't be able to hold myself back. All I and Ryker want to do is claim you in every way possible, but I've been holding myself back not to scare you. But, if you don't stop doing that, the mating ceremony will happen here on this table." Each word he spoke sent a strange kind of shiver through my spine, and instantly, warmth spread through my body and I could feel myself getting wet with arousal. A low deep growl echoed in his chest and my whole face turned beet red as I remembered one detailed fact about Werewolves men. They could smell when they're female is aroused. I noticed his eyes change colours from deep to light blue, indicating his wolf wanted control.

He watched his father's eyes light up with excitement. "You don't say. It was about time anyway. I was already thinking of throwing a ball and inviting all the unmated young werewolf girls so you could find your mate. But I'm glad you found her already" Alpla Duke stroked his long beard thoughtfully and gave Lucas one of his very rare smiles. At 6.5, the Alpha was a bulky giant. He had golden brown hair like Lucas's and black eyes like Derrick's. He observed Lucas thoughtfully as if he could tell that there was more to his story.

Cassadie thought as fingers run through her hair while she was hugging a man's naked chest where she leans her head on his arm. She looked at him, his red eyes seemed to reflect the half-moon’s light. His red lips that were very soft had thirsts her and made her want more. His pale skin and pure white hair remind her earlier that night when she had mistaken him for a vampire. His skin was soft as if he bathed in milk and he just smells so good that she couldn't stop herself from sniffing his neck. She was a human yet she wondered if this may be how vampires were attracted to blood.

“The town doctors and chemists are werewolves. There’s a list of girls that they make available who are on the pill or have an implant of some type… We're meant to ask, to be sure she's taking it, before we bare-back.” “How predatory,” Aislen wrinkled her nose in disapproval. “They give you a list of victims. F-k these ones, it’s safer.” “For f-k sake, Aislen,” Rhett scowled. “You don’t understand. Werewolves have a high sex drive. Alphas more than others. Once we reach mating age, we go a bit… nuts with it. The system helps keep mistakes to a minimal.” “But they happen.”