Taming Novels & Stories

I didn't know why I was going back, maybe it was instincts or the dangerous glint in his eyes that made me a little bit wary of him. “I have an insatiable urge which those women satisfy, Davina,” he whispered in my ears when he had successfully backed me into a corner. “Well, you'll have to curb it,” I said, trying not to be affected by his closeness. He shook his head and bent his head towards the hollow of my neck. “I’ve tried love and it's impossible for me to curb it,” he whispered. “Stop whispering,” I snapped. “Why? Is it affecting you? Making butterflies flutter in your stomach?” he asked with a wink.

“So Sephora created a potion that makes wolves stronger? And she split up our pack. To give it to them? To the other half of the pack?” “Bingo,” Tamara said. “She has them training in the desert. At a camp. They’re all hooked on Mascu. They’ll do whatever she says, just to get more. Plus, I think…well…I think she’s going to start selling it to other people. In other packs. To get them hooked. So they’ll join her little army in the desert.” “Seriously?” Logan asked, dumbfounded. “People will just do what she says?” “You’re underestimating the power of addiction,” Tamara explained. Then she winced. “Once they try it, they’ll do ANYTHING to get more. Myself included,” she said bluntly.

I called out, biting hard on my lower lip as Callum shook his head in annoyance and disbelief. “We would have to stop Max before he gets out of control and bring destruction to the packhouse” Callum replied and I agreed with his words. Max needed to be tamed otherwise the consequences afterwards wouldn't be a good one to behold.

“Let's hide here. We will have an escape if we are seen, and we have a clear view of the house. Try to mask your scent.” I do as advised, crouching behind a tree. Masking your scent is something that takes years of practice, but much like whistling, some people can just do it, some have to work hard for years to master the ability, while others, especially the weaker breeds, can not do it, however hard they try.

"besides, she's not the type of girl who will just succumb to anyone, she's... she's..." "Crazy," Marco added. "I mean, who lets a stranger drives them home?" He grinned. "I think Jamie boy got this shit under control. You know what man, I'll teach you everything you need to know about wooing a woman. I know they don't teach you that in detective school." He smacked my back again grinning. Marco was a really big flirt. "I swear I'm going to kill you litt-" Enzo turned more serious. "Jamie boy and taking risks. It won't be long till she finds out you're not genuine."

Damien finally left her lips with tugging her lips with his teeth. Damien opened his eyes and looked at the ethereal beauty in his embrace who looked out of breath with her chest heaving up and down in rhythm. She had her eyes closed and she finally opened her eyelids when she didn't feel him letting her go off his embrace. Her eyes got drowned in his ocean eyes as she licked her lips unintentionally, successfully gaining his attention back to her lips. They were swollen and red as a result of his tortures kiss and he smirked in pride watching the work he has done.

"Okay fine, I'll let you go but Tan needs to go with you. You are the future luna of this clan so we need to secure your safety, especially today that rogues are hunting for their prey. Do you understand, My Luna?" Goosebumps, his words give me goosebumps and I don't know why. I'm scared of this warmth, I want this to end very soon. And with that reason I nodded my head without words coming from my mouth, not even a single moan. He smiled and patted my head before opening the door. A man in his twenties with auburn hair showed up. "Good morning, Alpha, I want—" "Pay respect to your future Luna, Tan." A man named Tan looked at me with wide eyes. Though he can't see my face, I can see his reac

Only that rather than just the crushed metal, brick debris, and other things obeying my command, six hefty wolves are moving strangely, like they're puppets under my control. Their cries are music in my ears as I send them flying in different directions, running forward when Taren staggers and collapses. "Taren! Hey!" I wince a little as I skid on my knees to crash next to him. He's panting, yet defiant to stay up on his paws. I bite my lip as I worriedly examine his bleeding wounds. "Don't force it, stay down. Let me help you heal." He stubbornly refuses me and I frown, using my power to compel his body with a flash of fatigue. Taren plops down with a groan and a lengthy wince, making me fr

Even in the throes of her mating cycle, Amir knows that the one pulling the strings is actually her. When Amir gets up on his hind legs, paws resting on the countertop to cage him in, Tasha huffs in protest. She can feel a familiar blunt and leaking object poking at the back of her inner thighs, straining towards her warm entrance. “Amir, no,” She says as firmly as he can. It wouldn’t be their first time experimenting with their wolf forms since they met a week and days ago, but a rut is not the time for that. Amir yaps, understanding his mate’s request immediately. He licks an apologetic stripe up Tasha’s nape, and soon his tongue turns from rough to smooth.

She showed me all 16 pairs of her teeth, she said. "Someone became an alcoholic." Zayn taunted and for the first time ever since he walked inside the room, she turned to face him. "Yeah, I did." She showed her hand, faking the tremble, "Look at them. But trust me, they work fine when it comes to shutting someone off." She glared and I gulped hard. Zayn's eyes widened for a few seconds but something covered his expressions which I assume is the.... amusement? "And how do you do that? By giving a handjob?"