Waifu Delilah Nude Novels & Stories

I said with a frown. Her shoulders stopped shaking, and a triumphant smile spread across her face. “He said I gave him a son, so this scar is a mark of honor. “Let me tell you a secret, Dr. Quayle. My hubby is tired of his first wife. He says she’s aging and no longer attractive. She’s almost forty.” Then, she covered her mouth dramatically. “Dr. Quayle, you’re almost forty, too! Does your husband still sleep with you?”

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

I softly muttered to Delilah. “Always,” Delilah giddily smirked. Slowly my hands thicken and expand into paws. The sounds of breaking bones echoed throughout the forest. Cream fur started to envelop my body as I thudded onto the forest floor. Delilah was a beautiful wolf spirit. She had cream fur with light honey brown markings contouring her nose, winging her eyes, and hugging the edges of her ears.

The weight of last night lingered like an unfinished thought, refusing to dissolve no matter how I tried to push it away. Luca Del Vicchio was more imposing up close than I’d imagined—calm, controlled, and watching me like a predator deciding whether to pounce. The sharp flicker of suspicion in his eyes replayed in my mind, a warning I couldn’t afford to ignore. I wasn’t sure what unnerved me more: the danger he represented or the fact that part of me wasn’t afraid.

He reached out and pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly against his chest. He was trying to keep me from falling apart. But I was already falling. He pressed his forehead against mine, his breath shaky as he whispered, "I'm so sorry." And then, without warning, he ripped my soul apart. "I, Castor Roman, Alpha of the Greater Augusta Pack, reject you, Delilah Corrigan, as my mate and Luna." It felt like someone had plunged a knife into my chest, twisting it until I couldn't breathe. The pain was instant, searing through me like fire, burning everything inside me.

“Now, please leave my office." "I want you to promise me that you will stay away from Beau." "I promise." "Good. And if you don't keep your word, don't hate me when you see how things turn out for you." "What is that supposed to mean?" "Hopefully, you won’t have to find out. Goodbye, Delilah.” She gets up from her seat and walks to the door, but before she leaves, she takes one last look over her shoulder. “Oh, and learn to take your underwear back home with you." The door closes before I can formulate a reply.

Meanwhile, Delila nestled right into Luca's arms on the yacht. She was completely drenched and soaking wet. She looked like a scared kitten. She looked past Luca's shoulder, watching the ripples slowly spread across the surface of the sea as a barely perceptible smile played on her lips. Luca, however, was trembling hard from how anxious he was for her. "How could you be so careless!" Delila immediately withdrew her gaze and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his chest as she sobbed loudly.

Pulled the knot loose. The robe fell open. I was wearing a black lace bra. Matching panties. Nothing else. His breath stopped. "Delilah." "Touch me. Under the robe this time. Skin to skin." His hands trembled as they slid inside the silk. Found my bare waist. The contact was electric. Skin on skin. Finally. "You're warm," he said. "I'm turned on." "From this?" "From you." His hands explored. More confident now. Sliding up my sides. Tracing my ribs.

They fucked Eli mercilessly, their cocks seeing in the cum and lube that filled his guts, using his unconscious body like a toy. Delilah, not wanting to be left out, climbed onto the bed. She straddled Eli’s face, her soaked pussy hovering over his mouth. "Wake up, baby," she cooed, before lowering herself onto his slack lips. She ground her cunt against his face, using his nose and chin to stimulate her clit, fucking herself on his unconscious features. The sight of his limp form being used so completely by all of them sent her over the edge, and she came with a loud cry, her juices gushing all over Eli's face.

“Sorry for the wait, Mr. Martin. Mr. Romano isn’t at his desk right now, but I can take a message for him and make sure he gets back to you as soon as possible.” The second the line was live again, Jax dropped to his knees and crawled under the desk to her spread thighs. He didn’t tease. He shoved her legs wider apart, and dove in like a possessed man, dragging his tongue straight up her soaked slit in one long, filthy lick all the way up to her throbbing clit. Delilah’s hips jerked hard. “Fuuuuck…” she breathed, barely masking it as a thoughtful hum into the phone, managing to keep her voice steady as she continued talking. “Yes, the designs for the evening wear… ah… we’re going with the sh