Tequila Wolf Novels & Stories

over and over again. Eventually she grabs the glass and downs the water in one gulp “I need something stronger” I smiled “My kinda wolf” and went to find the Tequila, we passed the prophecy back and forth between us whilst taking shots of tequila. One thing about being a wolf, its hard for us to get drunk on alcohol, apparently being marked by your mate can make you feel drunk, but as I have not met mine yet, I still have not experienced it. Generally wolfs will go for strong alcohol and it will give a slight buzz but it will not last for long and therefore many wolves will have a huge storage of alcohol.

He forced my mouth open with his tongue, and plunged inside, delivering his delicious flavor with a tantalizing stroke. He tastes so good, my Wolf moaned. I agreed. Sweet tequila, virile male and just a hint of me remained from his earlier exploration -decadence worthy of an award. I wrapped one hand around his neck and curled the other through his hair, my nails grazing across his scalp. He shuddered.

he said, not through his voice, but through some kind of telepathy that he didn’t know he could use until now. Nico knew that he should get his friend off him. But how could he not struggle when he was also secretly enjoying the strong rhythm of the heartbeat closest to him? Goodness, if he let himself get horny, he would have rolled his eyes back in pleasure right now. But no, this was his friend, not some mindless thrall that he could play with as he pleased. “Hey man, stop it!” he said as he made an effort to push the man-wolf back. The werewolf was certainly stronger than him, but it didn’t mean that he couldn’t do anything. “Get a hold of yourself!”

“We’ve got company.” “Where?” Dickson asked. “About three miles out. Unknown wolves. Not rogues. Not packed.” “Rosa’s people?” I asked. Kelvin nodded. “Maybe. But we can’t trust that.” Dickson grabbed his coat. “Let’s go.” “No,” Kelvin said. “Let me meet them first.” Dickson hesitated, then nodded. “Take backup.” Kelvin left. And the house grew quiet again. Kelvin I drove alone, but I wasn’t unarmed. Two blades. One gun. My wolf is alert and just beneath the surface.

Having gathered her thoughts, Anika decided that it was time to take action and interrogate him to find out what was happening. - So, now tell me, what or who are you? - the girl demanded, holding the mop at the ready like a spear. - Why did you become attached to me? And why the hell do you become a human in my house, but a dog outside the door? The guy glanced sideways at her, chewing and swallowing his food. Anika, feeling his gaze on her, clutched the mop tighter. “Well, first of all, I’m not a dog, but a wolf,” the guy beamed with a smile, “if you’re so bad at understanding.”

River answers didn't happen to me, I just remember the pain and then blacking out. "I never felt as free as I did when I went wolf, I don't remember what my colour was, I should have looked at my paws," Kyler whines, they went wolf and were conscious are they lying? "Yeah me neither, I didn't think of it," River answers him with a shrug before turning to me. "Who got your wolf to come out?" River asks me. "Uhh...alpha Rowan I think," I answer him, he sweet-talked my wolf, and things went dark before I went wolf, I can't remember shit.

“I know. Your soul is bound to a divine being.” My breath caught. “That’s right,” I said, exchanging a glance with Zevarion. “I cannot remove the wolf within you,” she continued, her voice a gentle breeze, “but I can perform a ritual that will still its fury, halt its shifting, so it can no longer hurt others.” I looked to Zevarion. He gave a slow, approving nod. “Please... I’d like that,” I said. “Good,” she replied, rising to her feet. She crossed to her shelf, an elegant rainbow of tiny potion bottles, feathers, glowing crystals, and flower-pressed scrolls, and selected a small vial. It was filled with sparkling pink dust that shimmered like powdered stars.

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

I might as well do it with a bit of a buzz. "To the Moon," I say, taking the lime. Nikolai toasts me, watching as I lick the salt and slam the shot. The tequila burns like a silver-coated blade, and my whole body shudders. I screw up my face, eyes watering. Nikolai laughs. "Bite the lime, Little Wolf." I do, and the citrus cuts through the fire. I open my eyes and find him smiling at me. He signals for another round immediately.

Tequila. Mr. Tequila was the cowboy-themed shot server roaming the club. He was a lean, well-built man in a leather vest, cowboy hat, tight jeans, and boots. Despite his wiry frame, his defined abs and muscular arms drew the eyes of many. Even guests who were not fond of tequila found themselves ordering. There was something captivating about him.