Vampire And Werewolf Kiss Novels & Stories

He turns around, causing all of us to burst into another fit of laughter. Stepping closer to her, I wrap my fingers around her nape and, tilting her slightly to the side; I kiss her. I feel her smiling against my lips as we seal our vows with our first kiss as husband and wife. She holds my hand, which is settled on her hip and directs it to her bump. Placing my hand on her bump, she rests her hand on top of it. I kiss her lips a few more times before I break the kiss. Our ears ring with loud cheers and howls as some of the werewolves choose to be part of this ceremony in their wolf form. It takes a while for everyone to calm down while Gianna keeps staring at me.

I said kissing her forehead " Then please stay with me just tonight" Riele needed her privacy. I might as well give it to her. I also needed time away from the human. "Of course I'll stay with you" I said smiling as I kissed her lips deeper and deeper. "I don't ever want to leave you" she said and completely climbed above me kissing me slowly will she got tired and fell asleep in my arms. Riele's POV "Lycanthropes are vampires with werewolves characteristics or werewolves with vampire characteristics"

"Oooh, you've kissed?" "Excuse me. Of course. Werewolves' love is so affectionate and protective. They can smell you and taste you better. They are so... loveable!" I cringed and shook our shoulders as if we sipped a sour soup while creaking our voices. Laughter followed.

I grip the edge of his boxer briefs in my hand and rip them off his lower body as well. “Fuck yes!” He growls, then grabs the back of my neck, pulling me into him for another long passionate kiss. He positions himself between my legs and I can feel how wet I am and that my slickness is beginning to coat his waist. We are both moaning into each other’s mouths, tugging hair, and scratching fingernails down our backs. Before I knew it, Darius is kissing me down my neck, getting close to the spot where a werewolf marks their mate. I tense up at the contact, my shoulders shrugging up to my ears.

He said whispering and I nod, blushing. Having sex is common for werewolves. Someone even doesn’t wait for a minute to take their mate to bed. But our situation is different, and I want to take baby steps. “But can I kiss you?” he asked, and I looked at him with a shocked expression. I thought I will see lust in his eyes. But there was only adoration and longing. I couldn’t deny him and nodded slightly, looking downwards. He cupped my face in his hand and made me look at him.

“Our first kiss was in the snow.” The fire was just starting to catch on the logs. Wren settled on the couch next to him and reached for his steaming mug on the coffee table. He tossed his other arm across Jackson’s shoulders. “I wanted to kiss you long before that,” Wren said. His nose brushed through Jackson’s hair. “I wanted to tell you I loved you long before I did.”

Werewolves have the ability to knot, but it almost always is used to get someone pregnant; it’s rare it doesn’t lead to pregnancy. His tongue strokes over my neck. “I didn’t mean to,” he says before kissing up my neck. “You claiming me made it happen, and I had no control,” his words end as he bites against my jaw lightly. I settle in his arms, and decide to give up on the argument, it makes no difference now. For half an hour, we lay in each other’s arms in silence, and it was perfect. I have to fight to keep myself awake, as exhaustion seems to want to wash me away.

The air between us crackled with a palpable, unspoken energy, a magnetic pull that drew us inexorably closer, a silent dance of desire under the watchful gaze of the moon. I leaned in, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs, the world around us fading into a soft, ethereal moonlit blur. Our lips met, the initial touch tentative, a hesitant exploration, then deepening into a slow, tender kiss that spoke volumes of shared pain, enduring love, and a profound connection that transcended the boundaries of human and wolf, of magic and the mundane.

“Some of us have to breathe!” I felt his arms snake around my waist and pulled me close. I wrapped my legs around him and he turned, pushing me up against the wall of the pool. “Is this why vampires don’t date werewolves? You have to breathe?” Max’s lips crashed against mine in a passionate fever. His body was pressed against mine, leaving no room for even the water to settle between us. I kissed him back, my hands grabbing his wet hair. Pulling it back, his lips separated and I mock bit his neck. I felt him shiver and I smiled.

He forced me to lean against the wall and my eyes widened… when our lips touched. He gave me a forcefully kiss and I tried pushing him, but I could not stop him. A woman's body has no match against a strong young prime werewolf. He just let go of my lips when I could no longer breathe. He's probably planning to kill me too. I put my hand on my lips…look at him in disbelief to what he has done. He grins at me… this pervert had just kissed me. I shook my head at him. It is sacred for a werewolf man to kiss a woman. It just means he is serious about what he said.