Steamy Werewolf Romance Books Novels & Stories

The school was boring anyway. Even now, I was currently staring at one of those books, an ancient werewolf romance novel, while she was reading a much hotter and more recent one; Inferno, Yeah it went along with the title and all. According to her, she wanted to spice things up with Charles and didn't mind recreating some of the scenes from the book, the girl was such a dirty-minded one, and she didn't mind sharing all those gruesome details with me.

However, now that I’m about to have his enormous manhood inside me, a slight feeling of fear washes over me, as I’m starting to think I’m not ready to do this… “Isabella…” Asher whispers, kissing my neck. “I want to fuck you; I want to make you mine…” My cheeks flush, because I’m used to being the strong huntress of the Grayson clan, feared and respected by all—to think that I could be taken by a werewolf… It’s ridiculous, stupid, impossible… That’s why I feel so turned on just thinking about Asher fucking me. “Don’t get so full of yourself, dog,” I reply, placing one of my hands on his neck. “You’d better please me, or you’ll be in for a world of trouble…”

He only likes to humiliate and whip me, degrade me before a few of his trusted guards simply because that was the only way he can get his limp cock to work. I loathe him with a choking passion. When I retire to my room, I find that the maids have immersed the bath water in petals of calendulas and lavender. After I discard my dress and sink into the water, I let my thoughts wander to how all of this had began. Twenty-three year old, fantasy-loving me would have called meeting a real life werewolf a fluke until I met my best friend, Diandra. It’d been over a year since then. “The calendulas will help soothe your scars, my lady,” one of the she-wolves serving me says, bringing me back to the p

He set the glass down and crossed to me, stopping just close enough that I could smell his cologne dark, expensive, dangerously familiar. “Notebook?” he asked. I lifted the leather-bound book like a shield. My handwriting inside had grown filthier with every page he made me add. He took it from my hands, flipped it open to the newest entry, and read my words aloud in that low, commanding voice. “‘I vow to spread you open and taste how desperate you are for a man you shouldn’t want.’” My breath caught. I’d written it at 3 a.m. last night, fingers trembling, shame and arousal warring until I gave in and put it on paper.

However, all that changed some days ago when he happened upon a xiene. Just thinking about it now sent shivers down his spine. The xiene was the rarest, oldest and undoubtedly the strongest clan…breed of werewolves. Everyone knew this. He knew this. He knew that a little number of them, just a few number…not up to 10 lived in Bookehurt. There were rampant in other towns such as Konnekut, Tyrex, Jyord, but not Bookehurt. Therefore, it didn’t come as a surprise that the happening of the days before kept Jimmy awake.

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he growled against her skin. “You,” she gasped. “Hard. Deep. Like you’ll never let me go.” Kael obliged. He pushed into her slowly, savoring her heat, her stretch, the way she clenched around him like her body had already claimed him. They moved together like fire and wind—consuming, chaotic, unstoppable. Her nails dug into his back as he thrust harder, faster. Her moans filled the room, each one pushing him closer to the edge. She screamed his name when she came, her body writhing beneath him, her wolf howling in ecstasy.

There were many good books in this library and Steve was enjoying himself as he read through some of them. His favourite was Werewolves: Origins. It intrigued him because the author was unknown which gave the book more mystery. He also noticed some books and was certain Emma had read them. Healing with Magic. The Cure is Everywhere. Steve also noticed that the authors were anonymous. It was as if the library only kept books of mysterious authors. It piqued his interest and made him wonder how Emma’s father had gotten his hands on these books.

Why are you so fucking delicious? He licked her labia and gently bit it. Her womanhood feels so soft! He felt like he was going crazy with how heavenly this woman tasted. His other hand reached for her breast. He gently squeezed it and played with the top of her breast with his thumb. The woman held his hand, moving it in a circular motion. Damn. He wants to cum already. He slightly moved his face away to speak, "Your juice tastes so good." He returned his lips to her sex again and looked at her. She opened her eyes and matched his gaze. He could see desire flashing in her eyes. She looks so freaking hot and sexy!

I felt happy, content, and sometimes wished I'd have a happy ending. I started going through the books slowly as I checked out their names. Thousands of romance stories stood arranged on the shelf. I squinted my eyes at one that caught my attention. I selected it. "An Omega Breeder For The Ruthless Alpha King." That was the name of the book. I smiled at the book cover. It had a handsome man with a young maiden who looked smitten with her man. Goosebumps arose on my body at their chemistry. That was what books did to me. I imagined myself as the character.