Romans & histoires The Untamed

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

I heard shuffling and then Kol started speaking. "Would the Alpha of The Untamed pack please come up and introduce yourself?" He said in a charming voice. I stiffened. He stood with a confident smile. "Well, I'm Elijah Moore. It is an honor to be here and we, my whole pack and I, thank you for your cooperation in joining our packs together. This here is my Luna and girlfriend," he started and I gulped. "Katerina Bathas." He said with a smile, taking my hand and I stood to say hello.

“Uncle Damon! Uncle Damon, will you take me somewhere? To the movies?” A chuckle escaped me despite the storm still in my chest. I ruffled his hair, watching his eyes light up. “To the movies, huh? And what would we watch?” He puffed his chest proudly. “The new superhero one! With the explosions!” I shook my head with mock seriousness. “Explosions? That sounds dangerous.” He giggled, clinging tighter. “It’s not dangerous, it’s fun!” Catherine called him back gently, prying his small fingers from my sleeve. “Not today, darling. Uncle Damon has work to do.”

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 mistake. A dangerous one. Tane moved so fast I barely saw it—one second he was beside me, the next he was halfway across the training grounds, pinning Garrin against the wooden post by his throat. Growls rippled through the air, deep enough to vibrate the ground beneath my feet. Warriors froze mid-swing as Tane’s aura burst outward—feral, ancient, Alpha to his bones. “She is mine.” Tane snarled, voice vibrating like a storm held barely in check. “If you look at her again, I’ll rip the sight from your skull.”

And somewhere in these woods, men who are waiting. The service calls it “primal play.” A private land trust, thousands of acres of protected forest, catering to women with fantasies too wild for civilization. You book a solo camping trip. You set up in a designated area. And sometime during the night – could be early, could be late, could be just before dawn – they find you. The intake form was extensive. Hard limits. Soft limits. Physical condition. Experience level. Preferred intensity. I checked almost everything. Rough. Very rough. Multiple partners. Outdoor exposure. Primal chase. Breeding.