Romans & histoires Warrior Cats Mating Art

"Hard to argue with that." While her father was pulled into a conversation with a senior Council member, Willow wandered through the rows of art. The pieces were arresting—hyper-realistic depictions of the natural world and ancient lupine myths. One painting showed a Great Wolf with fur of liquid gold, eyes burning with a primal, ancient fire.

“And here we have delta female Jodi, and her mate Hudson.” Jodi had ginger-blonde curls and freckles over pale skin. She smiled sweetly and waved. Hudson was massive—broad-shouldered, with a man bun, but cut sides, tattoos, and a serious face. He nodded once, solemn and silent. He gave off a broody and dangerous vibe. “Hm, so I’m sitting with the upper crust of wolf society…” I muttered. “Yes, you are,” Lucas said with a wink. “Don’t listen to him,” Kate disagreed. “We’re all equals here.”

At some point, Catherine had started an affair with one of the warriors. The warrior had a mate but apparently that meant nothing to him. He was a tall, well-built man with thinning hair and dull grey eyes. He would sometimes come over when Michael was out on one of his benders and smoke cigarettes before taking Catherine upstairs to fuck for hours on end. The carnal sounds of their illicit copulation was barely muffled by the closed door and thin ceiling, but neither cared that downstairs sat two children who could hear everything even with the TV on.

She whined louder as her knees slide on the rough ground, begging softly, her words lewd moans. He gasped, sucking in air, then growling it out. "I can't….you called, the gods heard you. I'm driven, I need to fill you" He growled again, his hands hard on her hips, furiously taking her. She cried out again, her body bucking as the man behind her, ravaged. The mating was furious, the male taking his bitch deeply, sating her, but his need clear. As the moon broke through an opening in the branches it hit them, highlighting the sweat damp body. They filled the glade with the smell of bodies and sex, of need and desire.

"Your bond is strong still, it will do her some good." My wolf is raging, and I'm not far behind. "We're the ones with the bond! Arthur is my mate." Her tail is lashing angrily. "Are you sure?" Catherine leans towards her mate and rests her hand on his. "Arthur and Sienna are freshly married. He should be spending time with the new Queen Luna."

He snaps his eyes away from my mate, and I relax somewhat. We've kept important information about Shadow Warriors from the Federation. The mating rage is one of the things we hid. Humans would be mortified to know that Shadow Warriors revert to savage killers over their mates, at least in the beginning. In mine and Marinah's case, it goes both ways, and it's been difficult to hide the rage when we're in mixed company and they don't understand the rules.

He was still wondering how a she-wolf got a werecat as a mate. 'How's that possible? ' Few minutes later Alexander came down the staircase with a medium sized box in his hands. He was about to leave when Calhoun suddenly asked a question. "Werecats Cannot be mated to werewolves. If you marked her, how did you do it? " The question caught Alexander off guard. All heads turn towards Alexander including Xavier who was also surprised at the outcome. Alexander glared at the alpha before waving his hand. "A story for later, I should go to her," he bypassed the question and left almost immediately.

However, when I looked at the warriors in front of me, even my own men, they seemed to have lost their minds sniffing the air. They spotted obvious bulges in their pants, and that’s when it hit me. My darling mate had just gone into her heat, and every unmated male in this vicinity would want a piece of her. When I saw the warriors about to enter the packhouse, I saw red. I growled murderously, the sheer power almost making the ground shake. “Get lost! All of you! I don’t want to see any unmated male around this place.” They quickly whimpered at my command and scurried away. Only then did I rush into the packhouse and follow my mate’s scent. When I burst through the door to her room, I found

"He has been my intended mate from the beginning. Do you find that problematic?" Axel appeared unable to process this reality, his pupils dilating with shock and rage. He yanked the mating invitation from its display, finally noticing that it too named Dominic as the intended mate. The invitation even bore a drawing of two wolves—one silver, one black—running beneath a full moon. His confidence in my unwavering devotion had been so complete that he hadn't bothered to examine these details earlier. He gripped her shoulders painfully, his claws pricking through the fabric of her gown. "This is impossible! You were planning to mate with me. When I called about the ceremony, you practically howl

Through his mindlink, he felt the warriors assigned to him, as they all started changing to their ultimate fighting forms. And though he was no warrior, he was a very impressive tactician. Plus, his speed and agility made him a very hard target to hit. Meanwhile, his beloved mate was a wonderful soldier, always obediently following orders. Of course, they would always change roles in the bedroom… R, we’re going in! OK, but we’re already inside, hubby cat! Leave some for us, wifey! That’s an order, hahaha! Ha ha ha! It’s twenty to one by my count! You’ll get plenty to play with, for sure hubby!