Toothless Growl Novels & Stories

I growl deep from his chest. Then she has my full six-seven inches filling her mouth. I grind on my teeth and utters a few strangled words underneath my breath. "God, yes, baby." She gently bites down on the tip of my throbbing head. Her skillful tongue dance around the tip of my pulsating head. With each flick, she sends sensations that have my toes curling and my ass squirming against the wall. She nips and nibbles; I am growing harder with every glorious movement she makes.

What was going on? “I didn’t do anything.” I defended meekly through my hoarse voice as the Beta walked towards us. “I know. It’s Hade resurfacing.” It seemed the name Hade itself was enough to always provoke him aggressively, his eyes glowed even more intensely and his teeth elongated to form what looked like canines. He growled. Actually growled. I’ve heard a lot of noises on the track field where men play all sorts of sports, I’ve heard the occasional humanly growl it was more of an ‘urgh’ disappointed noise. The throat vibrates to make it sound like a growl.

The breath turned into a growl. "You won’t be able to hold on." "With you." "You can’t do it!" The sound that came out of my throat was no longer speech. It was a muffled, involuntary roar. I felt the muscles expanding, the joints cracking, and the spine bending. The same pain as before, only now without resistance.

A large splitting mouth too full of razor-sharp teeth serrated like a shark’s. Their fingers were crooked like claws. Claws used to tear and rip into each other. The wet sounds of rending flesh rose and echoed through the silence. The only notable competition was the sounds of others eating the fallen with veracity, black tongues lapping up what their teeth missed, and the frantic grunts and moans of others copulating. Some were even doing all three at once.

Her painted thin red lips grew into a wolfish grin right before she smashed her lips against his. The growl that had been working its way up my throat froze at the sight of her lips against his. She slowly tilted her head back, taking him into a deeper kiss and then moaned at the feeling. The pot of rage that had been simmering in my stomach boiled over when she moaned. My lips peeled back into a snarl right before a loud growl erupted from my chest. How dare this woman jump on Six like that! How dare she kiss him! As if the woman hadn’t even heard my threatening growl she pulled away from Six with a smile plastered on her thin lips.

a menacing growl rumbled in his chest after she suddenly suck his thumb, playing it with her warm tongue. "You are pushing me to insanity" he grumbled painfully, his hold around Narrah's neck started to tighten. No longer from anger but from the throbbing pain in the pit of his stomach until to the huge vein between his legs. Craving for the warmth her mouth insanely made his thumb feel. ****😏😏****

The bond hums in my chest, louder than before, like a chain pulling taut. "I don't belong to anyone," I say quietly. Kael Draven smiles. It's not a kind smile. It's the smile of a man who knows he's already won. "We'll see," he says. "We'll see."

The strαnge tαttoo Killian gαve me‚ thαt stupid‚ pαinful thing on my neck‚ it wαs glowing too‚ burning so bright it looked like α fucking brαnd. “No‚ no‚ no‚ no—whαt the fuck is this?” I whispered‚ stumbling bαckwαrd until my bαck hit the wαll. And then I growled. Not cried. Not screαmed. I fucking growled. Like αn αnimαl. “No‚ no‚ no—” I covered my mouth. My heαrt wαs pounding in my eαrs. My body wαs shαking. And just αs I mαde αnother sound‚ something else chαnged… My teeth.

His eyes were closed, and his fingers were in Heath’s hair. “Shit! No teeth this early in the morning,” he grunted in surprise, the elongated point of his canine exposed as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, his face contorting into a grimace that was suspended between pleasure and pain. “Actually… That’s good. Fuck,” he ground out through his teeth. “That’s REALLY good.”

The sound of our growls and snarls echoed through the night, a symphony of primal rage. A sharp pain lanced across my flank as his teeth found purchase, and I yelped, a mixture of surprise and pain escaping my lips. I refused to yield, summoning every ounce of strength within me. With a fierce determination, I lunged again, my jaws clamping down on his shoulder. He let out a fierce growl. For moments that felt like an eternity, we grappled, a whirlwind of fur and teeth, a testament to the complex emotions that had built up over the years.