Werewolves Kissing Novels & Stories

In the books werewolves can smell each other's heat. He didn’t ask again. Didn’t wait. He kissed me. No....he devoured me. Mouth crashing into mine like he’d been starving for centuries. Our teeth knocked, lips sliding, tongues meeting in a wet, frantic swirl. I moaned into him as his hand tangled in my hair, pulling just enough to make my thighs tense. His other hand slid up under my shirt, up my stomach, fingers grazing over skin flushed and trembling until he reached my chest. And then he pinched.

Sitting he reached till my stomach, so I gently bent and kissed his forehead, his arms automatically came around me, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. My legs rested on either side of him as he held onto my waist and we kissed with the same intensity as we did this morning. He supported our weight on one of his arm’s as he leaned back. “Evelyn,” he said as he gasped for air. “I haven’t finished,” “Tell me,” I responded, tracing my finger over his scar. “I know this might sound a little weird to you… but, you know there is this thing about Werewolves having mates?”

She had forced that potion down my throat knowing that I wouldn’t be able to defend myself from whatever these werewolves had planned. “What do you want?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Just let me go.” One of the werewolves stepped forward, his eyes dark with intent. “We just want to have a little fun,” he said, his grin revealing sharp teeth. He reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him with a strength that made my knees buckle. “No, please!” I pleaded, but he silenced me by pressing his mouth to mine, his tongue invading my mouth. His kiss was bitter, tasting of bile and cruelty. I struggled, trying to push him away, but my strength was no match for his.

The magnificent tiger, now imbued with Wade's essence, evolved into a colossal and awe-inspiring wolf, his fur shimmering in the moonlight as it stood proudly alongside his mate. Exuding a tenderness edged with caution, Wade closes the distance to Astrid, his eyes retaining a delicate glint of fondness. As their proximity increased, the formidable werewolf gracefully lowers its colossal snout, concealing its razor-like fangs, and delicately nuzzles Astrid's countenance. A soft, harmonious howl emanates from the depths of his throat, an embodiment of primal instincts entwined with affection.

He even moves his face closer to mine and in just one move, our lips will be pressed against each other. “That's what I'm saying, Little Wolf. They are waiting for me to kiss you and that's why they are still looking at us.” My mouth widened a little bit from what Tobias had mentioned to me. I was about to say something when he already kissed me. The werewolves began screaming right after they saw their alpha kissing me. I just can't stop my face from blushing anymore. My hands were even wrapped around his neck and I never hesitated to respond to his kiss. It is so good to know that the man I was kissing now was my husband. I still never expected that this would happen to me.

he asks her and looks at her hand which stays still in his hand. “I would like to have a try at least. Vivi is happy, why should not be too if this mate thing is true? ” he asks her. “Will you, please? Will you wake up? ” and he takes his shoes off, without letting her hand from his hand, just using his feet and climbs in bed next to her. Francois put his head on her pillow, resting his forehead on her temple so that his lips would kiss her neck. He saw it at Vivi and Luke, and also at Meredith and Max. The werewolves have a thing with kissing their mates necks, so he does the same even if he doesn’t understand why he is doing it.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her soft body to my chest, deepening the kiss as my tongue danced with hers. A moment later, I pulled back, breathless. “You’re a good kisser.” “So are you,” she breathed against my lips, the Mating pheromones rolling off her, causing my wolf to pant. “Have you ever kissed a man before me?” I arched an eyebrow, reeling my wolf in. She shook her head. “No. I’ve only kissed you.” “Good!” I chuckled, smiling as I backed away. “Thanks for... everything.”

"You were out for two days and I didn’t know. What if you didn’t wake up?" Her voice goes thin on the last word and she hates it, so she coughs and sits up straighter, glaring at the cow poster. "You know what would speed this up," I say. "Don't." "Doc Merrin's done everything she can do. All we’re left with now is alternative medicine." "You are so full of shit." "It's well documented. Kissing. Massively accelerates healing in werewolves. Ask anyone." "Ask who? Dax? Noah will be scowling at him while he answers."

Callisto raises his eyebrows. “Yes…” She nods her head, confused. Callisto stands thoughtfully for a moment, then slowly approaches her, stopping in front of her. Rhea isn't short, but still needs to raise her face high enough to face him properly. Oh, they're so close now… She can't help but feel anxious. When Callisto's hand goes to the back of her head again, she stiffens. He shakes his head and gives a low chuckle, which he soon realizes and stops, even though his eyes still smile for him. “Do werewolves really end the Bonding Ceremony with a kiss?”

Rihanna held Elias's hands tightly as he approached. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness, knowing that this moment could change everything between them. "Elias," she called softly, cupping his face with her hands. Slowly, she leaned in and kissed him, a short but passionate kiss that left them both breathless. They broke the embrace only after the old Luna cleared her throat, drawing the attention of the other wolves who had been watching with curious eyes.