Werewolf Sexy Novels & Stories

It was the last Saturday before the girls' senior year of high school began and Katherine just wanted to let loose and be the awesome gal she was. “I just wanna fuck,” Katherine whined to Cheryl as she buckled her bra. The werewolf growled angrily when he heard what she said. A piece of him wanted to jump through the window and drag her off to his cabin far into the woods, but he quickly swallowed his anger. He knew if she was around him, it would only put her in danger, and he didn't want that. So his body calmed as he continued to listen. “I keep telling you that if you want some, I can give it to you 69 style,” Cheryl teased as she winked at her best friend, wiggling her tongue playfully

I shouldn't have, for a human and a werewolf can never be together. "She's a great fighter of the pack," retorted Cali. I was disappointed with the answer. It was not what I was looking for. I needed to know if they were mates are not. "What do you want to do for 1 hour?" Cali asked. "What will your brother be doing for one hour?" I had to ask. My eyes kept looking in the direction of his house. "Sex, crazy werewolf sex," said Cali. My eyes widened as I looked at her.

he says, pulling me into a hug. “So I have to endure it till Friday…” he mutters. “Hey, I didn’t say we were doing anything. Don’t get any ideas, sir.” He laughs. “You—in only that towel—give me plenty of ideas. Some require those legs of yours over my shoulders.” Uh! Why does he say things like that?! I hide my face and smack his shoulder. That makes him laugh. When he says things like that, I picture them in my head, and it turns me on. Werewolves have a sharp sense of smell, and they can pick up the scent of arousal and even sex.

He huffed and walked past. Do these women have any shame at all? She was trying to get his attention even after how rudely he treated her the last time, he had literally treated her like some trash, yet she was trying again. Well, a few more half naked ladies tried to lure him as he walked out, but he paid no attention to them. There were things that he craved for, but sex was not on that list. Werewolves usually have a very high libido, not just their desire for sex but other things like food as well, their enhanced senses of course came with a prize.

A cold wind swept through the clearing, and I felt the chill penetrate to my bones despite my wolf's natural warmth. To my horror, several older unmated wolves actually stepped forward at Axel's invitation, drawn by my family's status despite the humiliating circumstances. Axel guided an older wolf forward—a male at least twenty years I senior with graying fur at his temples and yellowed fangs. He leered at me with undisguised hunger. "The Silverblood daughter looks quite fertile and strong-hipped." Derek and Kai physically pushed me toward him. I recoiled in disgust, my wolf bristling beneath my skin, begging to break free and attack.

Now, for the first time, she could see that these werewolves were…well, fuck, the only word she could think of was attractive as well as different. They had a kind of blatant, raw sexuality, and they made no attempt to hide the fact they saw her as a sex object. It made Keanna uncomfortable, but she’d been warned to expect it. The buyers looked young—most maybe not out of their teens, so they had the strength and vitality of youth. Their skin was golden tan. Their hair color wasn’t just red, as she’d always thought, but ran the gamut from golden blond to a deep russet color. And they were big—muscular powerhouses who towered over her almost six feet by a good five or six inches. More than a

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains breeding/impregnation fantasies, rough sex, dominance/submission dynamics, group sex (MMF), and werewolf erotica themes. Reader discretion advised—triggers for size difference, intense power play, and heat-induced frenzy. CHAPTER ONE "I fucking need it," Selene was begging as she flailed around on the floor, touching herself intimately. "I fucking need a cock now," she demanded. She looked crazed with lust as her eyes devoured the two wolves, licking her lips as she continued to paw roughly at her own flesh. In fact, just moments before, she had spread her thighs wide open to give them a show as she jammed several fingers up inside herself and mewled with

Then she floors me by knocking my hand on her hip away and taking even more of my cock, her eyelids fluttering like the wings of a bird and her lips forming a silent ‘O’. I wonder if she’s a succubus. That would explain what she’s doing to me and why she oozes so much sex appeal. Tension steals across my entire frame and my body goes tight like a string pulled. I can hear my own heartbeat in my ears and the scent of her arousal consumes me. Werewolves love fucking as much as they love eating. I in particular have never been a gentle man and having to take things so fucking slowly is driving me insane. But I don’t want you to be gentle.

We made a game out of it and would bust on one another about it. As much as I wish I didn’t enjoy rough sex, I’m a werewolf, and we naturally enjoy the rougher side of sex. In fact, I don’t think I know any werewolves who enjoy slow and gentle sex. Crimson agrees the rougher, the better as she hums her approval at how rough Alpha Valen is. We might enjoy it, but I know I’m going to be sore for a little bit.

I strengthened my dress before getting out, feeling his cum in me. The car drove off, and I couldn't help but feel happy that I might not see the driver for the next few hours. "I feel so embarrassed," I said, "I can't believe we did it right there, with him." "You didn't seem to mind then. There is nothing wrong, actually." "Of course everything is wrong with that." "In the human world, maybe, but in the werewolf world, not really." "So you all are sex freaks?" "You aren't innocent either, but yes, sexual desires, especially with one's mate, could get really, really high, which is normal."