Werewolf Sex Story Novels & Stories

Like he said it wasn’t his story to tell. “I’m not going to stop you from leaving but I am going to say this. Talk to your gran”. “Why would I need to talk to my gran?”. I asked. “Because Leah, it’s her story to tell”. “What?”. A sigh fell from his lips as he ran a hand over his face. “Your mom wasn’t human sweetheart. She too was a werewolf”. My breath caught in my throat. What? No, she, my gran was human, my gramps was human.

“It’s not fair but I do need to know the extent of your relationships with these three women. How they started? How long they lasted and how far sexually you got with them?” “I already told you I haven’t done anything sexually with anyone.” He has a clipped tone showing his embarrassment and annoyance with the questions. “I understand that most werewolves start having sex around sixteen or after their first shift and most only wait that long because of the laws of their pack but there are plenty of werewolves that are not players as well. We are very sexual creatures and it’s not at all uncommon, especially for the males, to have had multiple partners before finding their fated mate. How abo

"I'm sorry to break your heart, but we will have to stop here because I don't have a condom with me." "Oh, don't worry, female werewolves get pregnant only they have sex during in their heat.", I said, and my eyes widened when my mind replayed my own voice again in my mind. "Holy shit!" I screamed, pushing Liv away and sitting on the bed. "What happened?" "Tell me that you have used a condom that night?" I asked in tension

She squeaked, and I relished the blush that crept up her cheeks and down to her neck. So fucking beautiful and all mine. I walked closer to her, unable to stay away anymore, and stopped just an inch away so our chests were almost touching and heaving in the same rapid pace as we inhaled each other’s scent deeply. “Human form,” I said quietly, and my voice was rough with need. “And sometimes in wolf form...” Her plump lips panted, and soft heavy breathing escaped those lips. I blinked away and took a deep breath. “When werewolves have sex, there’s something that happens called knotting, and it’s, uh…” I felt my face burning with embarrassment at having to explain this.

“I never touched any of them, my Queen. They may say something different, but I am asking you to please believe in my words just for once. After your departure, I could never fathom touching any woman.” “H-how about my sister? D-did something happen between the two of you?” His steps faltered, and that was enough to know the answer. “Don’t answer my question, Maxxwell.” It was a mistake to bring my sister’s name. I ruined the mood. “I know the answer to that.” “River…I’m sorry.” “It’s not your fault. Werewolves are typically sexual beings. And both of you are mates, to begin with. It was natural to have sex.”

Do you feel that,* Fanny said, stopping me dead and flashing images in my mind. Last year I covered a story about a she-wolf who went into heat after finding her mate for the first time while he was having sex outside with someone else. I … may have been nearby and gotten a picture of her instantly submitting to him, pathetic. He was literally inside someone one minute and her the next, just unbelievable. The first girl stood and watched the entire thing, yeah I got a picture of that too. *You’re one to talk! Now shut up and be good or else,* my wolf said, matter of fact.

It was adorable and he wanted to draw her into a tight embrace and never let go of her. "Your heart is racing" she said from his chest. Her breath tickled him a little as she talked. "What?" He said "Your heart…it's beating really fast" she said and lifted up her head to look at him. He didn't know what to say to her. Werewolfs heartbeat was normally faster than regular humans and it was even strikingly faster when they were stressed or hungry and he was feeling particularly fast. "Well…I'm not used to having such a damsel lying on my chest. Of course my whole body is excited" he said and smiled at her. Kayla smiled back and lay back down on his chest.

I burst through the door at the end of the hall and found him on the ground, surrounded by three fierce-looking werewolves. Without hesitation, I sprang into action, launching myself at the closest werewolf. My teeth sank into its flesh, causing it to howl in pain. The other two werewolves turned their attention to me, but I was ready. I fought them off with all my strength, my adrenaline pumping as I threw punches and kicks, dodging their attacks with ease. Finally, the last werewolf fell to the ground with a thud, defeated. I turned to Jaxon, who was still lying on the ground, wounded. I rushed over to him, my heart pounding in my chest.

Turning to Giovanni, Isabella mustered the courage to pose her question once more, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "Giovanni, did I... Did I just have intimate relations with a wild creature, with a wolf, and not a human?" Giovanni's gaze softened as he met Isabella's fearful eyes. After a brief pause, he nodded slowly, acknowledging the truth. "Yes, Isabella. The creature you encountered, the one we shared that intimate connection with, was indeed a werewolf."

the glowing and fun loving aunt was gone. “Why do you say that?” I asked politely. “Oh dear don’t you know the prophecy?” Hannah’s mom approached me and caressed my back. “What prophecy?” “A Lycan and a werewolf can never have a happy ending. Only misery, pain and blood will follow. The weak one always ends up losing their life in the marriage. And we all know that between a Lycan and a werewolf whose wolf does not obey her, who is the weak one.” “I know that prophecy.” I stated.