Sexy Male Werewolf Novels & Stories

~Ryan One of the worst curses the Moon Goddess ever gave me was this fucked-up blend of vampire and werewolf traits. The worst part? The sexual hunger. Werewolves are already insatiable during heat or rut, but vampires… those bloodsuckers get dangerously horny, restless, and obsessive once they start fucking. I got both sides. Full throttle. I’m a fucking sex addict. Three days ago, I was literally about to call one of my guards to arrange a woman, someone experienced who could handle me for a few hours so I could unleash the demon without breaking another fragile girl.

“Not looking like that, I'm not scary, we have to look for my body.” I frown, “What are you?” I found it necessary to ask. Centuries have passed without knowing who he has become, he is not the same boy I left in the bar that night when everything changed and I was forced to flee. “I am powerful, Damian, dangerously powerful.” He stands up, and walks towards me, “Magret converted me too.” "That?" I spat dejectedly. He was also a… “Not exactly,” he read my mind, “I'm half werewolf and half witch. Like Magret, she made me what I am today.”

Brown fur glossed in the glow, matted with dirt and old blood; gold eyes fixed on them with a terrible focus, head low, nostrils testing heat and fear. Tom lurched up, wobbling on the bad leg, snatched the silver steak knife from his tray. “Leslie—behind me.” “Don’t be stupid,” she hissed, backing anyway. The werewolf crept forward, shoulders rolling, breath fogging in the cold. Tom threw. The knife flew clean and buried to the hilt in the creature’s right hip. It screamed—rage and pain braided—staggered back, clawing at the silver, then whirled and limped into the tent maze, swallowed by canvas and shadow.

he shouted and laughed harder. Beta Collin glared at Gamma Ashton, “glad you’re finding this amusing fucker,” he looked at me, “they can’t be serious about this,” he shook his head, “I’m a werewolf, the pup would be a hybrid, certainly she would want a full blooded witch.” I shrugged, “I’m very serious and you are her choice for a sperm donor.” His eyes widened, “so she wants me to jack off into a cup for her, what the hell Alpha.”

Now Allistair is on all fours, then Samael slid his cock in Allistair’s tight flesh causing them both to groan. “Fuck baby I’ll fuck you till you fucking drop.” Then Samael started moving at a fast pace and Allistair meeting his thrust bearing the impact. “Ugh ugh nnnghhhh Mi Alfa….hhh” “Fuck Amor Meus. You’re mine. Shit, this feels good.” Then Samael suddenly transformed into his werewolf still fucking Allistair on all fours. “Ugh Morgan, yes… fuck. My lo…ve, fuck me more.” Allistair is drowning in pleasure.

“Because once I get that big fucking werewolf cock inside that fucking tight pussy, there's no going back. There's no stopping me from making you mine forever. "My side animal go to assume, It is I no I go to stop until what I have stuffed you with my seed, until what my enjoyment be dripping in you, It is until what let's be forced The to stop just out of pure exhaustion. My Wolf wants you completely covered with my semen for what each man who arrive The fifteen meters of you be able to smell who you belong to, because I will be engraved in your own to be. There is not as escape in me after that. You will be mine whether you like it or not.”

I only connect with the wolf part of the man, so Alastair and I would be mutually exclusive. But what will people think when they find out? I want to be a Luna my pack can look up to, not one that they whisper about when she leaves the room. Werewolves are very sexual beings, Doll. No one in your pack will judge you for having two sex gods at your disposal. They’d actually be jealous. I’m kinda jealous, to be honest. This is so hard! I would never want Xander to think he’s not enough. He is more than I could ever want or need. But the idea of having them both gives me insane butterflies, and my imagination starts to run wild.

And the smell of her desire was like a sweet haze that he could get lost in for the rest of his life. "That's not what you mean. You work in business. You are using this to get me to give you Elijah." "Tell me, does this feel like anything other than what it is?" He pushed hard on her, and his erection was thick and clear. She put both hands on his shoulders for support. "I've heard that some men find it sexual to get what they want." "I'm not a man. I'm a werewolf." He put his nose to her neck. "I'm primal. Animal.” He gave her a light nibble on the ear, and her happy shiver made him happy. "I want you more than I did in Santorini."

"It's nothing." "But, you're..." "Hard as f*ck? I'm aware," he growled. "It's nothing. I'm a male werewolf, Evelyn." What did that mean? Did they just get aroused willy-nilly? Did it even matter whom they were with or if they found that person attractive? And why should any of this even bother her!? "I don't know much about werewolves," she admitted. "That much is glaringly obvious," he said, clearly agitated. "We're highly sexual; let's just leave it at that."

I nearly shouted so he could understand my point. “If I knew you were not timid or weak, I’d have wanted you.” Suddenly his gaze deepened and flickered with gold and silver. I felt the change in his aura. It wasn't threatening. It was like… he wanted to fuck me. His gaze turned scorching hot, traveling down my body. And my body stupidly reacted to him. I felt tingles in every part of my body he was looking at. Even Lexi started purring. Damned wild, animalistic werewolf instinct! I cursed in my head. Werewolves loved sex more than humans. After all, we were part beasts. And I could still remember all the fantastic sex we had.