Taming Your Gremlin Novels & Stories

He breathed as he traced his tongue along my mated mark. He traced his fingers down my forearms with his touch sending goosebumps along my skin, I shivered from the intensity as he gripped my hips and spun me around with his pelvis grinding against my ass. He pressed his palm against the centre of my back and pushed his weight down on my spine forcing me to bend over. I gripped the windowsill before me with the cool breeze flowing through the room and grazing against my skin with a gentle intensity, I raised my chin and glanced out the open window as embarrassment flooded through me at the possibility of someone spotting us from outside.

This was more than a training room, it was a dungeon. Finn leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his tone pragmatic. “The first week is the hardest. The wolf will push. It will test you. But the trick is knowing it isn’t an enemy—it’s you. Just… amplified.” Stephanie gave him a flat look. “Amplified? Really? Finn, I just tore a bed in half and nearly ripped Emily’s throat out.” He shrugged. “Exactly. Amplified.” Jordan rolled his eyes. “Ignore him. The point is, the wolf isn’t about destroying everything. It’s about control. And control starts with grounding. When you feel like you’re losing yourself, pick an anchor. Sight, sound, smell… Anything to drag you back to the surface.”

The no-fur felt Guru lose control of his legs as the horrible stretch from the thing inside him took the tom over a new edge. Spitfire patted Guru's back as he spasmed and his head twisted back and forth. His mews and purrs came out in a frenzy. He waited patiently for his tom to accept the delicious pain and that it wasn't going away. Then in very clear tom language, he said two more commands, one for the tom and one for the toy. "Face me." Because he wanted to see the sexy fear in those gorgeous blues when he finished with a smirk, "Vibrate."

TESSA He aggressively pins me down on the floor, coming on top of me, strangling my neck, and crushing his human side. *Cough *Cough “J-Jay…” He is lost in rage, craving blood. I reach for his face, resting my fingers on his cheek, and something softens in his eyes. My mother used to tell me that cursed wolves can be tamed with either love or blood. My fingers gently brushing through his cheek, he is calming down, coming to his senses. Just when my hopes are high, he switches back to his predator side again.

Pulling. I looked up at Griffin. “What do I do with all this? My wolf is tearing at me. Wants me to run into the woods. Find him. Protect him. I can’t think straight.” Griffin dragged a chair over. Sat across from me. “First, breathe. In through your nose. Out slow. Humans do it when they’re losing it. Works on wolves too.” I tried. In. Out. The room steadied a little. “Good,” he said. “Now reign her in. Tell her you’re not abandoning him. You’re holding the ground he left you to guard. She’ll understand. She’s part of you. She knows what leadership costs.”

She brightens up at the name. “Have you ever heard a more beautiful name?” Rocky croons, still trying to convince me to change my mind. “Okay, it seems like you already let Lavender take over and help you run, right?” “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” She frowns. “Good. So do that same thing with your mind. Let her take control, but when she does, keep falling back. Trust her.” I do my best to describe what she should do. “When she comes to the surface and shifts, it’s going to hurt. You’re going to hear your bones cracking and feel your skin stretching. Don’t get scared. Also, it can be a little itchy when her fur sprouts.”

I guess I’ll have to practice with it. As I’m deep in thought, it suddenly happens again. Grimm loses control. “Grimm!” He falls to his knees with his hand up. The ravens go crazy around him, and more enter the room. “Stop, Grimm!” “I CAN’T!” he screams. I rush forward, wrapping my arms around him and dragging him down with me. Ravens descend, wings beating as they strike at us. I raise my hand and command, “Be gone!” To my shock, it works. With that single order, they scatter. So effortless.

“And there it is. The dean speech.” “It’s true.” “Yes, and that’s what makes it annoying.” Celeste ignored him and stepped closer to Cassandra’s side of the table. “We’re going to do this right,” she said. “We’re not forcing power. We’re teaching relationship. The grimoire will help your body understand what the cold wants to become.” Cassandra looked down at her hands, then back up. “What if I’m bad at it?” Celeste answered immediately. “Then we learn what bad means and train past it.”

He raises a brow, a towel still in his hand. I glare at him. "Are you done?" "Yes, I think I am." "You are enjoying this, aren't you?" "If I'm being honest, I don't hate it." "How about I give you something to enjoy?" He raises a brow, his face marred with confusion. I squeeze my breasts and circle one of my nipples with my index finger while I move the index finger of another hand slowly all the way down to the middle of my thighs. I am breathing heavily, my legs parted, and I steal a glance at Damien. He is standing still in the center of the room, his eyes all dark, and I'm enjoying this a little too much.

he called. "I don't know what you mean." "You absolutely do." I kept walking before he could confiscate the lumber. Nearby, Grey crouched beside a group of younger wolves, showing them how to reset one of the perimeter traps. "No, tighten the wire first," he snapped. "Unless you want the rogue to laugh while stepping over it." One of the younger boys flushed red and tried again. Grey sighed dramatically before reaching over and fixing it himself. "Like that." The boy grinned despite himself.