Werewolf Lover Kiss Novels & Stories

“Why did you call Josh your lover?” “Because he is. I’ve chosen him.” What kind of freaky fucked up shit was this? She was running her hands all over my chest, trying to work her way underneath my shirt. I held her wrists and took a step back, trying to keep her advances at bay. What the fuck was a water nymph? “I’m a werewolf,” I said. She paused, seemingly giving it some thought, and she sniffed me. “I don’t care,” she replied, her sultry tone back in place. “I still like you. You’re mine.”

Louis shouted in front of Harem. "How that could be. Azura is an immortal werewolf." Harem stammered; he looked over at Azura to verify. Louis couldn't contain his anger any longer; he grabbed Harem's collar and shouted uncontrollably: "Neither she nor her damned lover is immortal werewolves anymore. It was she who ruined all my plans. I have to kill it." Harem was shocked; in a moment of anger, Louis turned into a werewolf with sharp teeth, then he quickly returned to his original form. Harem tried to calm down and said:

he said, making Cyrille even more flabbergasted. “What are you talking about? I’m not Selena, nor am I your lover. So, stop what you’re doing right now and let me go,” Cyrille said. “No, my love, I will never let you go again,” he said as he lifted his hand and gently brushed Cyrille’s face. Cyrille desperately wanted to shove his hand away, but she couldn’t move even an inch. “What the—why am I unable to move?” The man moves even closer and closer to Cyrille’s face, which is only a few inches away; one wrong move and their lips will touch. “You’re all mine. You’ve been mine since the beginning. My love, you can never leave me again. You are always mine.”

With a determined expression, he led Emily forward, their footsteps echoing in the quiet stillness. As they approached the altar, a figure emerged from the shadows, its form shifting from that of a human to a majestic, silver-furred werewolf. The creature's eyes gleamed with a mix of wisdom and ancient knowledge, a testament to its age and authority. It was the Alpha, the leader of the werewolf pack. The Alpha's voice carried a deep resonance, commanding attention as it spoke. "Welcome, Emily Harper and Adam Brentwood. You have ventured far, guided by your desire to uncover the truth. But be warned, for the truth can be a double-edged sword, revealing both light and darkness."

His words brought tears to my eyes, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions inside me. I couldn’t help but cry as he looked down at me, his face a canvas of mixed emotions. He gently held my cheek and tilted my face towards his, kissing me with a passion that was both comforting and intense. His lips on mine felt warm and pleasant. We locked lips, his teeth gently nibbling on my bottom lip. He pulled me closer, his tongue exploring the depths of my mouth with an intensity that matched the desire in his touch. Our kiss grew more fervent, his grip revealing how much he wanted me. My inner wolf longed to connect with his, but the overpowering scent kept her from fully emerging. We held each other t

Mark touched Julie’s chin with his strong fingers and dropped a quick kiss on her lips before pulling back as Julie realized she had to return to the apartment. "You better leave, and call me later, okay?" Julie smiled, clearly softened by Mark’s gaze and sweet behavior. All Mark did now was smile and nod, waiting for Julie to go and enter the apartment. Julie’s shadow disappeared as Mark’s smile faded. His once-warm gaze turned sharp and far from gentle. His smiling lips flattened with no curve at all. Mark Robertson walked away from the building. As he was about to get into the car, he looked up toward the building and said, "Well, now you're mine, Julie."

“Come here.” My legs wobbled as I moved closer to him. He leaned in, capturing my lips in a heated kiss before pulling back. “Come ride my cock,” Damon growled, his hand stroking his cock. I looked down and saw his cock was already rock hard again, throbbing with need. I reached for the roll of condoms on the bed, tore one packet off, and handed it to Damon. He tore open the packet and swiftly rolled the condom onto his cock, a low groan slipping from his lips.

Lisa looked at me, confused. I don't even know how to explain it to her. What Lisa said is true. A kiss is nothing to us; it's even a casual way to show affection to each other. Some elegant werewolves use it daily, as kissing on the cheek or the lips of a friend of the same sex is normal. But it was my first kiss for me and belonged to the man I love. Every time I mention it, I feel euphoric, I'm not saying I don't like it, but it's just not appropriate at the moment.

He signed deeply as he leaned on his hands to give her a deep kiss. “I bless the day I found uou” Volk said in between kisses as he began nibbling Elena’s neck. She moaned out her answers as it got intense. “Yea, are you sure of that, you horny werewolf” she said chucking. He bit her neck and she screamed in pain and pleasure. “Yea I am.. hornier werewolf. I am 101% sure, though aside the sex, you the one I love with all my heart” he said as she could feel his mouth pull up into a smile on her neck.

Her lips moving in tandem with mine, lips parting her tongue slipping out to lick my lips. I groaned as my tongue rose to greet hers, to taste the pinot noir that still clung to her tongue. It paired well with her scent of dark chocolate and strawberries. It was intoxicating, and werewolves don’t get intoxicated. I let one of my hands move from her face to dig into her thick dark hair, tightening my hold and tilting her head for a better angle to deepen the kiss.