The Wilds Fanfic Novels & Stories

I rested my chin on my massive front paws and pressed my warm side against his thigh. He let out a quiet breath and relaxed his posture, leaning his weight against my thick fur. He reached out with a trembling hand and lightly touched my shoulder. His fingers were cold, but his touch sent a warm shockwave straight through my system. I closed my eyes and let out a low, rumbling huff. You have a wild heart, Jett, and I love you for it.

They had shed their urban identities and found each other in the territory of pure instinct. At the height of the night, between sweat that gleamed under the moonlight and growls that answered the wind, Adreas realized this trip was exactly what they needed to permanently seal the mark at the core of their beings. There, far from Viktor and the pack, they were simply the wolf and his mate, a current of desire without boundaries. The cabin in the forest became the womb of a new phase in their obsession, where the danger of being utterly wild was the only drug that mattered. When the sun began to rise between the mountains, tinting the mist gold and rose, the two of them lay collapsed on the r

“It suits you, Wild Rose.” She shook her head. “It makes me reckless.” “It makes you dangerous.” Their eyes held each other. “Are you what the wolves call an Alpha?” “I don’t know,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t bow to any Alpha, my wolf won’t let me.” The music changed tempo, slower now. Kaelyn didn’t release her. Even after she pulled back, his hand remained at her waist, steady and anchoring. He had no intention of letting the moment slip away.

His mouth found my neck, my shoulder, my breasts, leaving a trail of bites and kisses that would mark me for days. "Look at me," he commanded. I forced my eyes open. His face was flushed, his jaw tight, his dark hair falling across his forehead. He looked wild. Unhinged. Perfect. "I want to watch you come apart on my cock," he said, his voice ragged. "I want to feel you squeeze me while you scream my name." I was already close again. Too close. The pressure in my core was building faster than I could control, and he seemed to know it. His hand slid between our bodies, his thumb finding my clit, rubbing in tight circles that matched the rhythm of his hips.

Woods. "Yeah." Mr Woods adds. "You suck so much I don't even... " Ziigwan pouts. Dinner was great and I hate like a stray dog. We had icecream and everything. After eating she walked me outside to my car. Which was cute and nice. It's pure luck that I am a patient guy, otherwise I would just grab her and drag her to my bed and never let her out. "Drive safely. And calm the funk down. Ok?" She seems kind of angry.

I’m asking you if you would like to join me for a dinner on Friday night? Ahhmn.. I’m not sure about my schedule yet. Kate replied. Ok, Jake said. The plane had landed and all the passengers had lined up to exit. Kate stood up and Jake suddenly hold her hand and asked “will anyone pick you up? No one, I'll take a taxi, Kate replied while pulling her hand but Jake didn't let go instead he said "I'll take you to your place". No need Jake I can go home thank you. Once again she tried pull her hand from his hand but Jake still didn't let go of it and said it's late at night, its not safe for you. Let me drop you off to your place.

I looked over at Izaac, he was looking at the scenery in front of us. It’s in the middle of a forest, there was a waterfall now covered in ice. The sun has already fallen on the horizon with hues of pink and red painted up the sky. The thick snow became a blanket to the ground. Dead trees were decorated with snow and ice spikes. It was breathtaking. “How do you do this?” I asked, never taking my sight from the wintery forest. I could feel Izaac shifting his position, leaning back on the roof. “I don’t know, I just do it. I simply create the scene in my mind and it happens, like I’m just changing a TV channel. Look at this,” He raised his hand and snapped his finger.

“So, riding in a Mustang now?” Lexie rolled her eyes and pulled her inside. “We’ll talk later,” she said, heading toward the building. “So, you and the hot Ram? You two do it?” Claire asked in disbelief. “No, of course not! We almost did, but he’s way too soft. He treats me like a kid, Claire. He doesn’t want to take advantage of me. First base, I think, but honestly, I don’t need to tell you that. The point is, I’m running out of time! Rafael and Amanda are getting married on Sunday, and nothing’s happening! I think Ram enjoys flirting more than actually having sex!”

Practically howling in my ears. The crowd parted around me as a very naked man–The Savage himself–got up from the street and stalked straight toward me. My body immediately heated up, and my heart went haywire. As he paused inches from me with a deep scowl set on his bloody face, it was then that I understood what my wolf was trying to tell me. The Savage was my chosen mate. Oh. My… A wild excitement pulsed through me, and I managed a slight, shaky smile. I had dreamed about what my mate would look like. Never in my wildest dreams had I—

And all she could think about as she stared at the rain was the bleak, hurt look in the Jacob's eyes. Oh, get over yourself, she thought. She sank deeper into the water until her nose kissed the stream surface. It was her own fault, and she knew it. Ever since she met the guy, she'd been acting like a hysterical harpy. She knew that he was her mate, she feel the bond, her wolf call him mine the first day she met him, she can't resist it and she still forght him and right now she was hurting herself, and also him, since he couldn't take it from her anymore, Predictably enough, he'd gotten sick of it and left. End of story. What point was there in beating a dead horse?