Werewolves Kissing Novels & Stories

My lips curved into a smile, Nico pulled me into a side embrace and planted a gentle kiss on the top of my head. "I don't mind sharing it every day.I mean forever."I raised my head and looked into those green eyes and all I could see was happiness and affection. "You have drained me, I feel hungry and thirsty,"I complained and Nico chuckled.Normally, Werewolves can stand multiple orgasm compared to humans. Werewolves are hot-blooded when they find their mates. Nico and I headed to the kitchen to prepare a simple breakfast, pancakes, coffee and fruit salad. We sat on the coffee table in the kitchen and ate from one plate.

She became so far gone to the point where, instead of coming to her senses and attempt to push the Alpha away as he deepened the kiss, Ellie gladly accepted him, and returned the gesture. The night was only just beginning for the two werewolves, for eventually enough, just a simply kiss was not cutting it for either. Overtaken by his animal instincts, William began to strip Ellie’s clothes off, in which the female werewolf allowed him to do, and did to him in return. As they removed each other’s clothes, their instincts- their sudden desires for one another- grew. Neither wolves were in their right minds, as they continued to kiss and hold each other’s bare body, wanting more of the other pe

Her lips moving in tandem with mine, lips parting her tongue slipping out to lick my lips. I groaned as my tongue rose to greet hers, to taste the pinot noir that still clung to her tongue. It paired well with her scent of dark chocolate and strawberries. It was intoxicating, and werewolves don’t get intoxicated. I let one of my hands move from her face to dig into her thick dark hair, tightening my hold and tilting her head for a better angle to deepen the kiss.

I can take the pain away, he promised as he brought her to orgasm, his name on her lips. He stood and looked down at her, admiring the way that the moon silvered her skin. Outside a wolf howled it’s misery and was answered, turning both of their heads to the window, before they looked back at each other, their eyes meeting in silent acknowledgment that there were werewolves in her back garden. He decided not to let it interfere, and leaned over her, holding his weight on his elbows as he kissed her. “Alright, little demon?” He murmured against her lips.

I smiled, and as he leaned down, our lips finally met. This was our third kiss, and I knew it wouldn't be our last. In that moment, I cherished every sensation, savoring the connection between us. Each movement of his lips sent delightful shivers down my spine, and my inner wolf reveled in the blissful experience. He held me tighter, prolonging the kiss, delving deeper into our shared affection. I couldn't resist raising my arms, wrapping them around his neck, as if to hold onto this precious moment. It felt like I had emerged victorious from a remarkable battle. I could sense a surge of newfound energy flowing into my being. My wolf felt stronger and healthier, and I knew that his wolf felt

The deep-seated longing for a partner, influenced by my werewolf bloodline, was becoming increasingly intense. Russell's gaze swept over me, and I could feel a ripple in his heart. Then, he gently held the back of my head, slightly tilted his head, and kissed my lips. At the moment our lips touched, I felt as if a current had passed through my entire body from the point of contact. It was a unique emotional blending between werewolves, as if our souls were fitting more closely together at that moment. Russell's movements were a bit awkward, just lightly pecking, and even his teeth accidentally bumped into mine, which made me laugh.

His wolf growled in satisfaction, a deep rumble that vibrated through his chest and into mine. For a moment, I froze, caught off guard by the intensity. But then I gave in, allowing my wolf to rise to the surface. My fingers fisted in his hair, pulling him closer as I kissed him back with just as much fervor. My wolf howled, her triumph palpable. Revenge tasted sweeter than I imagined. The kiss deepened, and for a fleeting moment, I felt his walls crumble. Alaric was losing himself, consumed by the need coursing between us. He was mine, at least for now.

After the flirtatious conversation, we heard rustling sounds of clothes and unzipping. Flora looked stunned as if she had seen a ghost, and my temples began to ache. 'What a horrible time to be here!" Flora looked curious. She parted the leaves and tugged at my sleeve, gesturing for me to look. The two of us held our breath and silently peeked out. A she-wolf and a werewolf were standing in an intimate position. They had almost taken off all their clothes. "Oh… Kiss me hard!" the she-wolf growled as if she couldn't take it any longer.

Even his eyes flickered. “What am I saying. Werewolves are fictional. Please, people that turn into wolves every full moon? It was a full moon two days ago, and you were still human. That can’t be—” His lips slammed into mine, cutting my rambling off. Good call, because I could feel myself slipping into word vomit territory. His hand slipped to the back of my head as he deepened the kiss. It started out soft, then quickly turned hotter. I held him as close as I could, my fists tight in his shirt.

That made her kind of lonely and since werewolves experience extreme heat when it’s mating period, she always had a hard time. She boldly held unto the wrist of his cloth and stood in front of him, before he could even protest, she smashed his lips with hers and was kissing her aggressively. He knew what was happening was wrong since he was engaged but it felt so good. She was doing it right and good at it, he got lost in the heat of the moment and he had no choice than to go with the flow. The sound of their lips filled the entire room as they yanked their clothes off, their wolves grumbling inside but they ignored them, they just wanted to enjoy the moment.