Werewolf Romances Novelas e Histórias

“All except Josh and some new guy named Paul who is fifteen like Josh.” “Well, at least he has some morals,” I mused. “No,” Cindy said. “He has them sit in the room and watch so that they can learn what needs to be done to assure impregnation.” “There’s a method?” I said with confusion. Kenton cleared his throat. “Werewolves emit a type of sexual venom through oral sex that not only acts as an aphrodisiac, but it boosts the probability of pregnancy by five-hundred percent.” “Do they really need tutoring for oral sex?” I asked as I recalled all of the fun that I had exploring with my boyfriend back in Chicago.

“This isn’t just heat, is it? The bond makes me feel your conflict. You don’t want the political mating either.” Luke rested his forehead against hers, breathing hard. “The packs have been bleeding for years. The truce was my only choice. But now? I’d rather fight another war than let another wolf touch you.” She smirked, stroking his still-hard cock. “Good. Because my heat’s not done. Chase me again, Alpha. I want you to hunt me down and fuck me against the next tree.” Luke’s eyes darkened. He rose, pulling her up and pinning her to the oak once more. Round two started instantly—harder, faster. He lifted her leg high and slammed in, fucking her standing.

For me, it was so disgusting to even think of mating with someone else even before finding a true mate. Back before I was in a relationship with Knight, I didn't let him go that far. I admit, that I had lost myself in anger when I slept with Caspian to make Romeo feel hurt. But right now, the things that were happening in front of me were absurd. Maybe these werewolves were content with casual hookups and meaningless flings. But I knew that wasn't for her. At least, not anymore. I wanted something real, something deep and meaningful.

If I were given a chance, I could do it for hours, I bet. "What else do you want to know?" Oh right, I was too hypnotized. Geez. "Whenever I see werewolves in shows, they are always portrayed as scary and a little mean." "Oh, believe me, I have seen a lot of those; Galen showed me." "Is it true?" "I can say that they depicted how werewolves are territorial and dangerous to cross." He's right; I have seen a lot of those. "Whenever we have arguments, it gets bloody really quickly. A lot of the time, it's bloody even without the arguments as well."

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My eyes started to tear up, but then I heard that I did right because Arjun was reluctant to go to study aboard because of me. He had marked me that's why if he has to go out somewhere he has to take me with him, or I will feel insecure and can suffer more than anyone can imagine. Marked werewolves can't stay away from each other, and they are fated if they mark each other, then they will die from staying apart. Now we can meet every month and give each other phenomena in their clothes and other things so that we can still survive even after we stay apart from each other.

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“Well, speaking of sniffing, I heard you were using my perfume again. Since when did you start caring about romance?” “Fell in love, or what?” I teased. Mia rolled her eyes, pretending to be offended. “I’m not in love! I just found a book about werewolves in love — it’s so exciting and romantic! They went through so much and found their way back to each other. They could even heal each other! I wish I could do that someday.” These days, werewolf romance books are everywhere, painting breathtaking tales of unearthly love. But in reality, not everyone finds their true mate. Many marriages are out of convenience, or just happen to be with the wrong person.

My heart gave a painful thump. Alpha Dante Davenport, the Devil of the MoonClaw Pack. The name alone had the power to silence an entire room. Stories about him were whispered or painted in the blood of the wolves who dared oppose him. A beast of a man with a smile carved from war and eyes sharp enough to cut through soul and steel. I swallowed. Vivian, ever the actress, twirled a lock of her blonde hair around her finger. “He's the type to drag singers to his bed before the chorus even starts. Ro-guish.” She said as if that was a compliment.

I wanted to pull away from his embrace, to run as far as I could from him… and yet, at the same time, I wanted him. Right now. I wanted him to take me right there on the forest floor, like nothing else in the world mattered but him. In the distance, a wolf howled, the sound piercing through the night. The deep, resonant call echoed through the trees, and I knew exactly what it meant. Somewhere out there, a wolf had found a female to mate with. He was marking his territory, warning every other werewolf to stay away. The Rogue King’s head snapped toward the sound, a smirk tugging at his lips before his gaze settled back on me.