Werewolf Sexy Novels & Stories

Until he can find a mate, he has to stay next to me or he could get killed. Werewolves are like animals, we think with our bodies first before our senses. We are primitive and very aggressive. Rex is unlike any werewolf I know. He is quiet, smart and never angry. He is the one that can help me right now. I hit his door loudly, knowing he wouldn't be in the meeting. Omegas aren't allowed in meetings. They are treated as less than, not equals.

"Did you just call me babe?” He didn't answer and I couldn’t see his face to check his expression. This is frustrating. "Do you realize just sleeping and sleeping together are different things!" “Not to werewolf senses.” I tried to get up but the rascal drew me back to the bed…He’s obviously enjoying my frustration." ***** Eventually, I was able to escape from the clutches of the infamous werewolves. Quietly making it to my room and getting a nice bath and a change of cloth wasn't so hard.

A bruise was already blooming along her cheekbone where Lira’s fist had grazed her. He took her injured arm in careful hands. “Hold still.” He leaned in and, without warning, licked the wounds. Elara gasped. The contact was warm, wet, strangely intimate. She felt the faint rasp of his tongue, then something else, warmth spreading, tingling, numbing the worst of the pain. “What are you...” “Werewolf saliva,” he murmured against her skin. “Heals faster than anything human. Especially for mates.” He continued, slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along each cut. The bleeding slowed. The edges began to knit together before her eyes.

I commented, my eyes fluttering close, my body weakening under his touch. "I'm listening." It was obvious that he wasn't. His focus, his concern, was us putting out a fuming fire that was building up between us. "No." I wanted to fight against the need, the want, the craving. "I know you feel it. You can't control it." I exhaled that hitched breath, wondering how anyone could control that sexual tension that would arise so suddenly between them and a werewolf. Sexually driven creatures. Dominating. Possessive and so loving. Protective.

TRIGGER WARNINGS This story contains elements that may be sensitive to some readers. This includes gore, graphic sexual tension, murder, language, angst, death, and a steamy romance you may have to take a cold shower after reading. Nothing in this story is based on reality and has been created for entertainment purposes only. With that in mind, keep your mental health a priority and enjoy this emotional, spicy werewolf romance... Elodie's POV

Cruella whispered, her voice filled with fear and her expression laced with same. Liam’s eyes narrowed as he pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist to shield her. He wasn’t just the Alpha—he was something far more dangerous. And whatever was coming, it wasn’t something she was prepared for. The shadow grew larger, and in the blink of an eye, a figure stepped into the clearing. It was a man, no, a beast, his eyes glowing with a malevolent red light, his body massive and rippling with muscle. Cruella’s breath caught in her throat. This was no ordinary wolf. This was a creature of pure destruction.

"What do you want to ask me?" He gled at my face and then said, "Sarah, since you work for my brother, you must know who he is, right?". "Yeah, a werewolf." I responded.. "But a cursed one, do you not know?". The look on his face darkened. His questions came off as suspicious, but despite that, I still answered him. "He told me... Is there anything else you want to know?".I did a dramatic pause before continuing... "Yeah, do you mind if I take a strain of your head?".He paused after his ridiculous request...

It just breaks my heart to see her like this. "Well, I am a Lycan, Chris and Nate are also Lycans as well. We are like you, but a little bigger.You, my little mate are what is called a werewolf shifter. To my knowledge, you are what we believe to be the very last of your kind." I hook my finger under her chin so I can look into her eyes, and slowlybrought my lips to hers. She gasped as soon as our lips touched with an explosion of sparks between us.

And the smell of her desire was like a sweet haze that he could get lost in for the rest of his life. "That's not what you mean. You work in business. You are using this to get me to give you Elijah." "Tell me, does this feel like anything other than what it is?" He pushed hard on her, and his erection was thick and clear. She put both hands on his shoulders for support. "I've heard that some men find it sexual to get what they want." "I'm not a man. I'm a werewolf." He put his nose to her neck. "I'm primal. Animal.” He gave her a light nibble on the ear, and her happy shiver made him happy. "I want you more than I did in Santorini."