Werewolf Rut Novels & Stories

Rut stripped all of that away. It was the only time either of them let me touch their wolf forms. The same men who spent most of the month acting untouchable became restless and needy during rut, crowding close the second I sat down. In wolf form, they pressed against me, shoved their noses into my neck, and rubbed against me until I was flushed and breathless. If I tried to move away, they whined and followed. They curled around my legs, climbed half into my lap, and started fighting the moment one of them thought the other was getting more attention.

Ruthless said and disappeared. Watching Vala sleeping, Ruthless gently and quietly climbed her bed and laid beside her, breathing in her scent which calmed down his spirit beasts. In a few days time, the Moon will be full and those with their soulmates will have to mate to seal up their bonds, but he is breathing in her scent to get into his system so that on the day of the full moon, he won't lose control and mate with Vala. And also on the third night of the full moon 🌕, that's when he will change into his lycan wolf beast.

Unable to take his eyes off them, Porter continued to watch slack-jawed as he noted the intensity of their frantic coupling. Rut. His Beast mind had told him, at least able to explain what he'd all too often hidden away from himself while living in denial. Conway was an Alpha werewolf given to the whims of the infamous Rut, and from the scent of the blond beneath him and its pungent state, he'd been quite a small-looking Omega driven almost purely by heat. The scent filled Porter's flaring nostrils and he found his own cock had been like steel as he continued to watch them, never once noticing how his right hand snaked down into his jeans and released the agonized bulge within.

Her knees on the bed, her upper body raised, and then he thrust in. "Ahhhh!" Indeed, werewolves — Alphas and Omegas specifically in rut and heat — were like animals. Sex was the only thing they knew, and that they could feel. The two people who had never met before were now intertwined in such a passionate, smutty copulation, going on and on like it was their last day on earth.

Fisting my cock, I began pumping fast, moaning out her name, imagining her intoxicating scent, how beautiful she looked as she rode me, and how good it felt to bury myself in her. I finished fast all over my hand, and yet... I didn't feel satisfied. Fuck, what the hell was wrong with me? “It looks like we are in rut,” Rhett sighed as I reached for the tissue and began cleaning myself. My heart skipped a beat. Rut? The Alpha he-wolves' state equivalent to she-wolves’ heat when they found their mates? It happened during the three years I was married to Lottie. “We are always horny and have to jerk off, yet never feel satisfied,” he pointed out the obvious.

The pull was too strong, too demanding to be ignored. It also didn’t help that we had been waiting so many years to find her, so many long, lonely nights, so many ruts without her. A rut was like a male wolf’s heat, it happened maybe a few times a year. During those few days, the only thing you can think about is mating, you go nuts and hump anything in sight. If you sleep with a she-wolf during that time, it was a higher likelihood she could get pregnant. Likewise, sleeping with a she-wolf in heat meant the same. It was the most fertile time. Since a wolf’s pregnancy only lasted about five months, it wasn’t uncommon for two pregnancies in a year. I couldn’t wait to see her in heat, to have

"Your Rut is approaching. You all need to find a secluded place, away from everyone else, for the next five days. Today marks the first day of your Rut, and while it may not be as painful as the following days, the second and third days will intensify, gradually subsiding on the fourth day. By the fifth day, you all will be free to return to your normal lives. Failure to follow these instructions could result in devastating consequences..." "... You must learn to control your Lycgers and your pheromones. I understand that this is a lot to process all at once, as these are experiences that Weres typically go through during their teenage years and master control by their twenties. Unfortunatel

“Not really. When we finally made it back into our bedroom, I remember being… on top of him. He grabbed my breasts and then rolled us over. I remember hearing voices so I think he heard them before I did and he was shielding them from seeing me naked.” “And did you two stop?” I shake my head. “No, it was like it didn’t matter. We were both so consumed with, umm… what we were doing… and we just kept going.” I bury my face in my hands in shame. “Raven, have you ever heard of a male’s rut?” “Isn’t that like the guys version of heat? I thought that was something that didn’t happen to male wolves anymore?” “Yes, it was bred out when lycans started being mated to wolves. It only happens to a male

I hugged her tighter, kept kissing her ear, and begged her to give me a chance to explain, "It's not what you think." After ten minutes, the poor little girl in my arms finally got tired and gave up struggling. My violently beating heart eventually felt a little bit relaxed as well. "Last night, it seemed that Hannah entered the rut period." For us werewolves, there was no need to explain too much about what the rutting period means. If a werewolf couldn't make love to his mate during the rut period, the pain could last until it drove the werewolf crazy. Especially the longer they compressed the sexual desire, the higher the sexual desire in the body. And the instincts would dominate the ho

"I thought you know a lot about werewolves." "Yeah, I do know a lot about werewolves. But, I don't know everything," I retorted. "Right. Rut season is when a male werewolf feels a strong urge to have sexual intercourse." "Oh. I thought that was an alpha thing." "It used to be. Alphas, Betas, Deltas and Gammas who are males all go through this. They usually mate with Omegas." "Where does the Luna come in?" I asked and he frowned.