The Untamed Novels & Stories

Leaves and twigs crushed beneath his weight as he sprinted through the underbrush, the wildness of the wilderness matching the untamed fury in his heart. As he raced deeper into the woods, memories of the encounter with Alpha Drake and Amanda, coupled with what happened at Jane's home tore at William's heart. He had heard stories of lone wolves seeking solace in the embrace of nature, finding peace amidst the untamed beauty of the forest. In his anger and confusion, he hoped that the wilderness would grant him the clarity he so desperately needed.

I gasped, my fingers tangling into his soft hair as a fresh wave of electricity shot straight down my spine. He pulled back for a split second, his lips glistening with my moisture, his eyes dark with pure, primitive lust. "Spread your legs wider, Secretary," he growled low in his throat. I was so incredibly horny, my brain so completely fried from the orgasm, that I couldn't help myself. I instinctively spread my legs as wide as they could possibly go, opening my wet, swollen core completely to him. Adrian didn't wait another second. He unzipped his trousers, pulling out his thick, rock-hard shaft, and lined himself up with my dripping entrance. With one heavy, brutal thrust, he buried his

A black wolf's fur scarf was resting on his broad shoulders and his lapel had golden embroidery on it. She never pitied herself, no matter what she went through...but one thing made her pity herself. She engraved his flame tattoo between her chest and he engraved her flame tattoo on his right arm. Their souls were tangled but none of them cared. They were going against fate. "Even after all this I still see no reaction on your face. I must say... you're truly from the liberation front, judging by those green eyes you belong to the scarlet blossom clan." He said, his dark black eyes looking at her from head to toe. He took a step closer to her, they had an arm gap between them. This was the f

The twins looked at Leath who turned her gaze away as soon as she heard the name of the country. "Where will we stay there, Sir? Do they even have a hotel with heaters?" A group of boys laughed at what Diane Atkins said. Diane Atkins is famous throughout the academy not just because her family owns a huge winery but because of her oozing sex appeal and confidence, that's why most boys gather around her and Daine always loved the attention she gets.

She had a grim and frustrated look as she scrubbed his chest and the long dragon tattoo that ran up from his shoulder to his chest. It seems like she was fascinated by it as she ran her hands through the tattoo several times wondering if it wasn't painful when it was drawn. Although she had bathed him a few times already, it was her first time seeing that tattoo. Obviously, she didn't pay attention and tried to look away from his chest those times. Now that she has seen this tattoo, she couldn't help but be fascinated by it. It was a black dragon that looked so scary and yet beautiful and somewhat cute. Haha. You might be wondering, how on earth was a dragon cute? Well, it can be, after all,

Naked, unyielding and a rogue. Gasps filled the air. “It’s him….” Someone whispered. “The Untamed Alpha….” He walked into the gathering like he owned it. Hair dark and wild, eyes burning with something ancient. Dangerous. Beautiful. But very deadly. “Kael Varyn,” Alpha Cassian snarled, stepping forward. “You dare step foot on sacred grounds…” “I’m not here for you,” Kael growled, his voice low and unbothered. “I’m here for her.”

We descend the stairs into humid night air that smells of salt and diesel, the pilot doesn’t speak just hands Mara a folded paper, tips his cap, and disappears back inside the cabin, the engines wind down behind us as we walk to the Jeep. The driver is a woman short, wiry, mid-fifties, scar running from temple to jaw, she doesn’t introduce herself. Just tosses Mara the keys and climbs into the back seat like this is routine. Mara drives, i sit shotgun, window down, wind whipping through my hair, the road is unpaved, rutted, cutting between low scrub and dunes. Headlights catch glimpses of ocean on the right black, endless. After twenty minutes of silence, Mara reaches over, threads our finge

The moon was shining through the blinds and it was illuminating her nakedness. On her back, with her legs spread wide open on the bed , one arm thrown across her head, and naked. Her athletic physique was so tempting, pointy tits and black nips, flat belly and down to that shaved strip of black hair in the front of her pussy. Her pussy was parted a little, pink and smooth, looking so fuckable in the dim light. I sat down on the opposite couch to the bed, my dress hitching up. I brought my cock out again, it was still as hard as ever. I poured more baby oil, and rubbed it on my cock slowly at first, my eyes fixed on her pussy.

A miserable lunch with Victor is worth it if my sister and Samuel get their sanctuary. Rowan: Take it. But the Alpha suite is mine. Don’t forget who made the deal. Harper: Or how! Proud of you, sis. Get that pack gold. The emojis she sends next—a wolf, a peach, and an eggplant—make my face go hot. I hide the phone just as we pull up to the Northern Territory. Brooke Aldridge is waiting at the gates, arms crossed over her chest. Little Roman is beside her, waving like a maniac.

And she needed to do so without waking him up. A flawless strategy. Probably. Moving so slow that an ancient century old tortoise would seem fast in comparison, she shifted towards Adrian while ensuring the bed won't make a noise. Estelle Winterbourne, the Former heiress of Silvervale. The Feral Wolf. The deadliest predator of the Silvervale mountains... Had now evolved into a suspicious blanket caterpillar. And she was absolutely determined to acquire that warmth. Not matter what...