Werewolf Smut Novels & Stories

When I opened my eyes again, he had a smug smirk that I had the urge to wipe away. Before I could even respond, he ran with me, across the room, to pin me between his body and the wall, his mouth dropping down to bite along the vein in my neck, one of his hands moving my underwear to the side, pushing a finger inside me, rubbing circles around my clit with his thumb. I moaned, my head falling back against the wall, hips moving instinctively with him. That was bold… and unlike him. That was when I noticed. His eyes had darkened until they were almost black; his wolf was at the surface. His control was waning, and quickly.

she muttered against my chest. "It doesn't matter; werewolves are sexual creatures with a high sexual drive. Now that you've shifted, you'll find yourself horny multiple times a day, and I will be here to pleasure you." As I explained, she covered her face with her hands briefly, making me laugh yet again.

A confusing heat still lingered beneath my skin, my mind was restless turns out reading thousands of smut scene is bad as it trains your body against your own will. But I knew, with a sudden, sharp clarity, what might offer a temporary distraction, A way to satisfy my hunger. He was right there, his intense red eyes fixed on me. "Actually," I said, my voice a little breathier than intended, "you… you can but not to sleep." A smirk then tug on his lips as he kept closer to me. He understood what I meant and I'm sure he could smell exactly what I'm feeling now. In the books werewolves can smell each other's heat.

He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge. The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs. I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut. Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more. But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ra

Jim squeezed my shoulder and gave me a small smile. I returned to the bed and snuggled up to Mitch again. His body was so warm — no, it was hot. I trailed a finger over his bare chest. Why was he so hot? Anyway, I pressed my nose into his shoulder. His skin smelled so good, like how was that even possible? He smelt like cedar and peanuts. I never noticed before. Did that mean that all werewolves smell like this? I made a note to find out when Jim got. Mitch’s scent was so inviting. My body started to heat up beside him. I wanted him, I needed him, but first, he had to wake up. Our kiss on the beach came floating back in my head, and how hard his dick was as it pressed against me. The styles

With a determined sigh, he revved up his motorcycle and headed back to his mansion. As the days turned into weeks, Simon's determination to win Mara's heart only grew stronger. He immersed himself in research, spending countless hours pouring over ancient texts, scrolls, and documents that held the secrets of the supernatural world. He reached out to contacts from his past life as a vampire, seeking insights and guidance from those who had a deeper understanding of the intricate dynamics between werewolf packs and the centuries-old enmity between vampires and werewolves.

Her long blond hair was wild all over her and some stray strands stuck to her face in sweaty patches. The werewolf started to circle around her, slow purposely strolls. It's huge black eyes was staring down at her as it moved around, assessing her. It looked like it was performing some kind of ritual. The werewolf was huge with black brown fur and from the light coming from the moon behind it, it looked menacing. It's eyes were deep and dark and a scar ran from it's eyebrow to the corner of its eyes.

Its twelve eyes, once lifeless, ignited with an otherworldly glow, pulsating with the stolen power. Fen, his eyes ablaze with triumph, approached the statue, his hands reaching out to embrace the newfound might. A surge of energy coursed through his veins, amplifying his strength and influence to unimaginable levels. The Supreme Werewolf God Destroyers roared in unison, their voices echoing through the forest, a chilling testament to their newfound power. The forest held its breath, its ancient trees trembling in fear. The balance of power had shifted, and the Supreme Werewolf God Destroyers, fueled by the sacrifice of two alpheno werewolves, stood as the undisputed rulers of the werewolf re

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a

This left Adam astounded. With an extremely curious look, he turned to look at this small gray wolf. “You are…” “Let me introduce myself a little, I am Smith. Before, I was like you, a werewolf outcast in the human world. But after following him, I gained a sense of my sanity. Of course, this is just the sanctity of a wolf.” During the conversation, Smith's gaze shifted slightly towards the leader of the white wolf, inside showing a few parts of admiration and respect.