Novel & Cerita Werewolf Sexy

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.

The anticipation was almost too much to bear, and she wanted nothing more than to lose herself in the passion and pleasure that awaited her. At the same time she was scared to her bones. She knew that werewolves indulged in sex in a very carnal way - though Isla herself was one of them, she was scared of Liam - as he was considered to be the strongest Alpha. Can she keep up with his carnal desires?!

‘Fuck’ A few years without proper sex was a long time for a Werewolf, he did not count the quick fuck of a servant, the humans were there to relieve the tension in his balls. They were not his Mate and sex with them was a means to an end, he made no attempt to satisfy them, the fact was he barely touched them. He made them suck his cock until he came and then he fucked them to empty his balls. Werewolves are tactile creatures who need close relationships, they needed sex, especially the Alpha males, and more especially the Alpha Lycanthrope. He rubbed his rock hard cock through his pants and sighed. ‘Fuck, I need to deal with this’

Her skin is pale but more whiter on the face as she has make up on, her lips bearing a dark brown color on it. She looked beautiful, her smell intoxicating. Every woman knew me to be ruthless and I was never merciful in bed with them. I liked to have sex with them when I'm angry, it gives me the thrill to pin their delicate little bodies down on the bed while they scream my name as I drill the life out of them. I enjoyed the sound of their cries as they begged me to stop just for a moment. It was sheer ecstasy, the feeling of superiority. I was an Alpha wolf and my power was five times intensified than a human. So was having sex.

As I walked by the third tent, I heard the unmistakable sound of lovemaking. “You’re so wet,” one voice said. “I want to taste you.” It was a male voice. “Me first,” a female voice said. “I want your rock hard cock in my mouth.” They were talking really dirty. I was always a little embarrassed by brazen sex like this, but for most of the werewolf community, sex is very normal. Most wolves are very open-minded about sex, and they don’t try it or cover it up. “I need you now. Bend over back. I wanna fuck you from the behind.”

He roughly grabbed her arms and pulled her hard against his firm chest. “I’ve been thinking about you all day baby, I couldn’t wait to have you in my arms. After all this time…. I finally get to fuck you.” He let out a possessive growl as he smashed lips against hers. She struggled to push him away but he held her tight as shoved his tongue into her mouth. She let out a needy moan as her body reacted to the attention of her mate. Biology had designed the werewolf body to automatically enjoy sensual attention from your mate, whether it was wanted or not.

Terror suffused every nerve in their bodies. The cloaked figure bent and put the bottle on the ground, then he stood up, swaying awkwardly as he did. The smell of whiskey and raw seal blubber filled the air as he stepped up close, his putrid breath on her face as his empty hand grabbed her crotch, his fingers ramming up into her causing her to gasp and wince in pain. “I locked you safely in a den and kept you fed. All I asked in return was sex whenever and however I wanted it. You need to do nothing but submit to me! And you repay me by running away while I slept!” The fist that was holding the rod smacked her hard across the face. The cable pulled taught when her head snapped back, then loo

Only when I’d hauled Kaelen into an empty corridor did I finally stop, gasping for breath. “Miss Elara, grabbing a man’s hand the moment you meet him might be a bit forward.” That was when I realized I was still holding onto him for dear life. “Sorry! I’m sorry.” I immediately let go. “No harm done.” Kaelen’s lips curved into a small smile. I had to admit, this werewolf was ridiculously good-looking, much more than many Golden Lycans. “I need to tell you something,” I said. “Hm?” “I’m… actually pregnant with another werewolf’s pup!”

I woke up in the middle of the night. The room was pitch black except for the faint blue glow of the flame lamp on the wall. Lily had fallen asleep, slumped against the edge of my bed. Her lashes were still wet with tears, her face tired but unyielding. I stayed perfectly still, careful not to wake her, but my thoughts kept spinning. Everything that had happened lately played over and over in my mind. Clearly, werewolves were way too tough, so killing them was next to impossible. If I wanted to get back to the human world, ordinary suicide methods wouldn't cut it.

Watching his unfettered looks, there was a burn in her chest. She wished him to get moved by her touches and love her back like she had always done. His single touch is enough for her to get into a wild dream. She smiled and moved closer to his ear. "What are you doing?" He growled again. Jessica smiled and bit the corner of his ears. It's one of the most sensitive spots of a Werewolf, and male wolves were bound to be turned on, once bitten in the ear.