Werewolf Sexy Novels & Stories

Drax shot at me. "I'm so sorry." I muttered, trying to sound as sincere and apologetic as possible. "It's just that, I was— Lily and I...were rather occupied." I let out a half grin. My eyes swept across the room and briefly I noticed that she had contacted my smile and was also grinning at me with half a face, probably able to see through my body language and could possibly tell that we just had sex. Of course I was already pretty sure Drax knew, because a werewolf's sense of smell is so powerful, it could percieve the scent of sex in the air in an instant.

Werewolves are known to be savage beings, after all. Still, she found herself staring, completely transfixed, as the brown-haired werewolf dug the other's face to the dirt, her gaze on his smirk. No matter how much Proserpina was joked and teased to be an ‘asexual plant’ courtesy of William, she was still capable of acknowledging attractive beings especially when she sees one… and that particular werewolf does have a pleasant face in a roguish, boyish kind of way that somehow made her think of Eros in the height of his work, especially during June weddings. Or around his beloved Psyche–whichever works.

She moaned in pleasure, and he slowly moved his lips to her chest, his tongue tracing her nipples. "Hmph, Andrew," she shivered and straightened her back. He chuckled and squeezed her other breast with his right hand. "Isabella, do you like this?" She shyly wanted to cover her eyes, but he widened his mischievous smile. In the darkness, his eyes gleamed, revealing the vertical pupils of a wolf. Curiously, she reached out to touch his eyes, but he caught her hand with his large palm. "Isabella, don't touch a werewolf's eyes during sex..." His voice was both sexy and dangerous, leaving her stunned for a moment.

She understood it was not the time to speak. He ran a finger down her nightgown and divided it in half. She gasped. Having his claws out added to the pleasure. It was the most erotic thing she’d imagine a werewolf could do during sex. His fingers caressed her exposed skin and cupped her breast. A moan escaped her lips and the other hand joined in massaging her nipples. ‘Lick me.’ She thought and after a few seconds, he drew a nipple into his wet mouth Marina couldn’t stop from raising her hips.

I licked his hand, which made me almost melt into his actions. "The werewolves are very romantic—they are so warm and good in sex." He winked at her. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped—I was not expecting such an answer from him. "They are so romantic in their sexual lives!" The way words rolled in his eyes almost made my pants wet. He reached out his hand before sliding my hair from my face and interlocking it behind my ear. I closed my eyes in pleasure for a second before sharing a look with him—he was looking while rolling his fingers on my cheek.

It can last an hour, a few hours, or a whole day. It depends on the condition of each werewolf. Every werewolf also has different expressions at this time. Some people like to sleep, yes some people get angry, some can't control their transformation but most of the sexual desire. For werewolves with strong sexual desires at night "awakening", it has long been called by werewolves with the name "estrus" night. Here it is a golden time for reproduction.

I didn’t think I could still be alive if not for her who rescued me. "Nah, I can’t be a vampire too. Discovering that I’m a werewolf is already too much to handle. I can’t afford another headache," I responded, which made her laugh. "Oh, just so you wait. Another headache will come upon you once the mating season starts," she said meaningfully, with a mischievous expression on her face.

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.

~~~ Hayden ~~~ From the stories I have heard, when a werewolf female goes into heat, the sexual longing that takes over her body is something unearthly, the rampant urge that rushes through her veins all the way to her core releasing waves of arousal has the power to strike down her mate, to shake him as an earthquake would, to make him lose his fucking mind and any sense of self command over his own fucking body.

I heard those girls’ voices again. “I’m sure she is trying to seduce him.” I lost my words again. “Don’t worry about them,” the sweet voice yet again dragged me out of my cowardice. “They can’t hear us. All they can do is try and guess.” “How? I thought all werewolves have a strong hearing sense.” “They do. But some werewolves have a remedy to that. They can put up a shield and make sure no one can hear them and the person they are talking to.”