Romans & histoires Sexy Male Werewolf

An image flashed inside my head, a filthy one with Maverick’s large hot, and needy body covering mine and fucking me. He passed me a grin as if he could read my thoughts. “Forget what? That your pussy got wet with just a few of my words? Funny how I didn’t even have to touch you.” I knew the color was rising over my cheeks. “I wasn’t turned on!” He chuckled, “Don’t lie to an Alpha. My sense of smell and instincts are far better than yours.” I rolled my eyes. “Typical werewolf with a god complex.” “It’s confidence, baby. I know I’m better than most species.”

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

“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.”

He had that effect on me. “We are guests. Shouldn’t we get preferential treatment?” He challenged in a deep baritone that was calming and sexy. I knew that he was aiming to get under my skin. He sought my attention any way that he could get it. This man was so powerful, dangerous, and unbelievably handsome. As the third-strongest werewolf in the world, the drawback of him was being cruel, ruthless, and deadly. Oh, suffocating and annoying should be added to the description.

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."