Steamy Werewolf Romance Novels & Stories

"Are you afraid of admitting that your wolf lost control?" He snatched her hands off his body and stepped back hard, like her touch had burned him. "Don't do that again." His eyes swept over her once, cold and dismissive. "You're not my type. Not even close. And my wolf is a greedy rascal. He wants a lot more than what you can ever offer." "A lot more sex?" "No, not exactly." "You want me to do those things to you in bed?"

The heavy steam inside the Silver Cascade Room rose up like a thick white wall, but the real heat came from the massive Alpha wolf standing behind me. Alistair Greymark reached around my front, his thick, heavy length pressing tight into the crevice of my soapy ass cheeks while his rough hands worked the herbal suds into my hair. Every single stroke of his fingers against my scalp felt like pure electric fire, sending wild sparks straight down my spine to the tight, aching core of my male omega body.

And I was starting to have hard breathing as I could smell the stinky scent of the black powder. "Okay, let me lecture you for the last time before your wolf's strength and power disappear. And eventually, you'll die," he shifted back to his human form and put a smile on his face. "That black powder is referred to us as the magical mountain ash mixed with wolfsbane. Those were two of our werewolf weaknesses. When they're combined, their effects become worse and stronger to someone weak as you." "We better get going, Denver. Joshua's boat is waiting for us at the tail of this wooden boat. Marcos and the rest were also heading in our direction." One of them highly suggested that made my wolf e

This couldn’t be happening. Fives had started stalking towards me, but he just about stopped himself, leaning on the desk. His knuckles were going white as he tried to force himself to breathe through it. Fives wasn’t mated, and unmated wolves were always going to struggle when someone went into heat, regardless of who it was. It just happened to be especially problematic with higher ranking wolves… and I was now their alpha. Even Chris felt it. His jaw was tight, his vampire bleeding into his eyes as he stared at me. His normally stoic expression was full of lust, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if there was a tent in his trousers too.

“That doesn’t make it any better. I don’t want anything to do with a coven that would kill my family because they disagreed about who I should be with.” “Too bad,” said Winter, “Merrick promised me that he would help get me out of my own mate match if I brought you to him. So, I’m not letting you go back to that slobbering dog of yours.” Nora glared. “He’s not a dog. He’s a werewolf, and he’s the future Alpha of pack Eliot, one of the most prestigious werewolf packs in New York.” Winter rolled her eyes. “I saw you the way you were the first night we arrived at The Stellarum. You didn’t want to be there.”

Yes, I manage to ease off a bit but every time I heard their soft moans and growls, my brain could imagine how the battle is going. And the thought of imagining things is worse than looking at them fighting because of me. An eighteen years old man with a serious brain issue is fighting against two because he hated the idea when someone wants to be her boyfriend. "We're werewolves, honey, not monsters. Half human and half wolf." says defensively the woman next to me. "And, truth be told, humans are more monstrous than us. Keep that in mind." Because my heart and brain could not make it to the finish line, I remove the woman's grip by force and run as fast as I can even without considering whe

A cold wind swept through the clearing, and I felt the chill penetrate to my bones despite my wolf's natural warmth. To my horror, several older unmated wolves actually stepped forward at Axel's invitation, drawn by my family's status despite the humiliating circumstances. Axel guided an older wolf forward—a male at least twenty years I senior with graying fur at his temples and yellowed fangs. He leered at me with undisguised hunger. "The Silverblood daughter looks quite fertile and strong-hipped." Derek and Kai physically pushed me toward him. I recoiled in disgust, my wolf bristling beneath my skin, begging to break free and attack.

This woman had been holding back for years and had just found out. Heat is the period in which a female werewolf feels extraordinary passion—usually characterized by a high body temperature and sweat that appears. And if the female werewolf feels it, then the males can very well smell the sharp aroma of the female. "Do you always take suppressants?" asked Romeo. Medicine pills that are white relieve the feeling that arises from heat. Rena raised her head to stare blankly at Romeo. "Beta, why are you deliberately smelling me with your scent?" Rena asked. She had never felt anything worse than before. If that time comes, she can control it even if it's not easy.

She appeared to have figured him out, but that didn't mean she understood what it meant to be a lycan's lover, that her body was capable of handling what the wolf would do, or that she would be willing to let him be like that with her. Aislinn thought she might explode if he didn't stop teasing her. He was being sweet and gentle and coming so close to touching her and then not. Finally she couldn't handle it any longer and she reached down, grabbed his head by the hair and pulled his mouth to her center. Cullen growled with pleasure at her little show of force and took hold of her hips to hold her still while he let his wolf have that taste he had been fighting for. Aislinn arched her back a

📖(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡ MIMO'S POV (｡❛ᴗ❛｡)📖 A month has taken its place, and I finished writing my first ever werewolf tragedy love story. I made it so steamy that he will not reject reading it. I kept getting nightmares about what happened to us in the hotel, and that moment has inspired me to write some scenes in the story.