Sexy Werewolf Woman Novels & Stories

I’m holding myself ramrod stiff. I hear her deep sigh as she moves away. I exhale in relief, but I’m also disappointed. As a Werewolf, I have slept with a fair number of females from my pack. When they’re in heat, it’s almost impossible to refuse them, and the truth is, I have never wanted to refuse any of them.

Shawna yelled, not giving a fuck who heard her, she hadn't had an orgasm in so long she thought she was about to die. Shawna was limp by the time Shadow let her clit go. He let her slide down on her stomach and he crawled up her back trailing kisses up her back, licking her ear. “Oh we not done yet, you know you got to cum on this dick at least too times.” Shadow whispered and his dick slid between her legs and he leaned back and rubbed his dick in her wetness. He knew she would be tight and he didn't want to hurt her. So he sat back and pulled her on her knees so she could ride him backwards. Werewolves weren't used to giving up control, Shawna was the first woman to ever ride his dick, sur

What the fuck is going on in this city? Amelia doesn't know how to control her new nature, but in small flashbacks I saw that a wolf tried to kill her, on the last full moon, a week ago. I frown, I don't like this situation at all. It's strange, that she is very calm, it's like she knows what to do. How does she know that she is a werewolf if she has not experienced metamorphosis on a full moon? She is one of them, she has a pack.

No, I had not heard of the moon goddess. A sad expression passed briefly over her beautiful face, as if she felt disappointment that there was not a greater knowledge of her presence, before she began to talk. A voice so soothing it was enthralling… “I am the creator of the wolves you find yourself among. The mother of werewolves.” Her words were soft and unthreatening, but they left me shivering. “You seem to fear my children, I feel…” her words faltered, as she reached out, and stroked back a strand of my hair. My hands began to tremble at the contact as she did. Who is this woman? And what does she want from me? Her theory of being the moon goddess could not be true, could it? Or if it is

a woman said. I frowned when I saw who had spoken. It was a woman who did not look to be much older than me. I walked up to her. She held my chin and stared at my face. When I looked into her eyes, I knew that she was not my age mate. I could see the age and maturity in the depth of her dark eyes. "You don't have the scent of a Lycan," she muttered. "Because I am not," I said. "I am a werewolf."

Until he can find a mate, he has to stay next to me or he could get killed. Werewolves are like animals, we think with our bodies first before our senses. We are primitive and very aggressive. Rex is unlike any werewolf I know. He is quiet, smart and never angry. He is the one that can help me right now. I hit his door loudly, knowing he wouldn't be in the meeting. Omegas aren't allowed in meetings. They are treated as less than, not equals.

She opens the door and leads us in. Her house is decorated with natural elements, arranged in interesting ways and colorful tapestries and crystals line shelves and walls. I take a seat on what she refers to as the couch and we talk for a while. About weather, books, boys and girls. She expresses a fondness for the girl who had made my library card and I grin. Same sex mates are rare among us wolves, and that makes them all the more special. "Have you told her that you like her?" I inquire, and Evers' face turns as pink as her hair.

She strutted over to us with one hand on her hip and made a beeline for Zach. “Hey sexy,” she ran a finger down his chest and purred. He chuckled nervously before gently removing her finger, “not interested.” Before she could pick another one of us to try to seduce, a blur flew past us and the she-wolf went crashing into a wall. Aria stood there with her chest heaving and gave a guttural growl, “don’t fucking touch my mates.” The woman laughed, “you don’t need all those men. What are you, a princess or something?”

Very remarkable! ************************************** I am Lydia Richmond. I am a female werewolf from the Kingsford pack. I am twenty five years old. I am tall, slim, curvy, and beautiful. Adding all features together, I can be classified as a sexy lady. I had no issues whatsoever. I was not only beautiful and curvy, but also full in the right places. My boobs were full and my ass was fleshy enough for a man to hold on to. But despite all these amazing feminine features I possessed, I had an issue which haunted me every second of my life.

Her long dark hair whipped around her face in the wind, and her piercing red eyes gleamed with something almost… inhuman. Eve’s breath caught in her throat. Damien stiffened beside her. “That’s no ordinary werewolf.” The woman slowly turned to face them, a cruel smile tugging at her lips. “Ah… I was wondering when you’d show up.” Eve’s body tensed, every nerve on high alert. “Who are you?” The woman tilted her head, amusement dancing in her blood-red eyes. “Now, now, let’s not ruin the fun so soon.” Eve’s hands clenched into fists, a strange energy sparking beneath her skin. The power she had felt earlier—the one she had tried so hard to ignore—was surging forward again.