Werewolves Kissing Novels & Stories

Werewolves have the ability to knot, but it almost always is used to get someone pregnant; it’s rare it doesn’t lead to pregnancy. His tongue strokes over my neck. “I didn’t mean to,” he says before kissing up my neck. “You claiming me made it happen, and I had no control,” his words end as he bites against my jaw lightly. I settle in his arms, and decide to give up on the argument, it makes no difference now. For half an hour, we lay in each other’s arms in silence, and it was perfect. I have to fight to keep myself awake, as exhaustion seems to want to wash me away.

He turns around, causing all of us to burst into another fit of laughter. Stepping closer to her, I wrap my fingers around her nape and, tilting her slightly to the side; I kiss her. I feel her smiling against my lips as we seal our vows with our first kiss as husband and wife. She holds my hand, which is settled on her hip and directs it to her bump. Placing my hand on her bump, she rests her hand on top of it. I kiss her lips a few more times before I break the kiss. Our ears ring with loud cheers and howls as some of the werewolves choose to be part of this ceremony in their wolf form. It takes a while for everyone to calm down while Gianna keeps staring at me.

"Can I kiss you?" I instinctively burrowed deeper into the blankets. The Guide said nothing about kissing being part of the treatment! After a few seconds of hesitation, I could feel my cheeks growing hot. "Isn't... isn't this a little too fast?" A hug was one thing. A kiss was something else entirely. I remembered the Guide saying that for werewolves, a kiss was an act of intimacy second only to marking, representing absolute submission and possession. Hearing my refusal, Bruce slowly lowered his head.

He said, Remus then quickly kissed the girl. Remus only intended to give the girl noticed, because all newly mated pairs of werewolves would look very intimate with each other, Remus even swore… almost all couples couldn't help but kiss each other for more than five minutes. They would kiss all the time, which was why Remus kissed Bella. Tell her at the same time as the practice. ‘O…I like this acting. Very exciting. Are we getting into the steamy scene?’ Prince commented. He was like a perverted wolf howling with pleasure.

Touching forwards was a clear sign of intimacy among werewolves. “You can tell me the truth,” he said softly. “You can count on me.” “I know,” she breathed. Hayden leant in even closer. Cory felt as though her heart would beat itself right out of her chest. He brushed his nose against hers deliberately. He was nuzzling her, another sign of affection among wolves. Cory could not help but grin. Hayden beamed right back at her. His gaze left her eyes and lingered on her lips. He brushed his thumb against her lower lip causing her lips to part.

All hers. On tippy-toes, even with her 3-inch heels, she angled her face on his neck. She bit down as hard as she could until she tasted his metallic blood. His huge hands on her hips trembled and he groaned. The sound guttural. Animal-like. Aside from breeding, this was the most intimate act amongst werewolves. Smiling naughtily, she sensually licked his neck. His expletive curses filled the air. People laughed around them.

Anyway, I shook my head, focusing on answering Ravenna's other question. "And no, we didn't do anything more than kissing, you perv." I chided with a scoff, glossing over the part where Aria tried making me do more than kissing her. Meanwhile, Ravenna giggled like a little girl, pinching my nose. "So the two of you kissed? Oh my days, a werewolf and a vampire... I can't believe I said that without gagging." She shuddered at the end of her statement.

We were surrounded by the rest of the pack, all of them watching us with curious and excited expressions. As we stood there, my heart racing with anticipation, he turned to me and took me into his arms. And then he kissed me, right there in front of everyone. It was a simple gesture, but it meant the world to me. I felt a surge of love and affection, knowing that he was willing to show his affection for me in front of the entire pack. The other wolves cheered and hollered, their approval ringing through the clearing. I felt a sense of belonging, of being part of something bigger than myself. As we pulled away from the kiss, he looked at me with a smile, his eyes sparkling with love.

I can feel the power and strength in him, and I know it's time. "Mine," he booms. He turns me around, holding me so firmly. Our bodies close together before kissing me passionately. "Mate," my wolf growled, feeling so excited. His lips moved closer, and they kissed. Soon, they start kissing each other. Their lips are in contact as they fight for control. My wolf is overflowing with excitement as they continue their loving embrace.

The air between us crackled with a palpable, unspoken energy, a magnetic pull that drew us inexorably closer, a silent dance of desire under the watchful gaze of the moon. I leaned in, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs, the world around us fading into a soft, ethereal moonlit blur. Our lips met, the initial touch tentative, a hesitant exploration, then deepening into a slow, tender kiss that spoke volumes of shared pain, enduring love, and a profound connection that transcended the boundaries of human and wolf, of magic and the mundane.