Wicked Book Tiger Scene Novels & Stories

Closing my eyes my head fell back as he dipped a finger in. I already knew I was wet. “Damn baby you’re soaking”.. I knew his wolf was present, I knew his eyes would no longer be brown. “This what you want princess?”. “Y-yes”. I moaned. I could already feel how close I was and he had barely even touched me. My eyes snapped open as he removed his hand. Watching him lick my juices from his fingers I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip. That was hot.

The sensation and lightheadedness quickly overwhelmed his anger, putting him into a trance. It was only then that the young alpha realized his mistake. After having the soft, silken skin of the woman on his palms caused another surge of ticklish lightning throughout his entire body. His mouth watered as his insides burned from the sudden touch. The rush of the sweet floral scent followed it, assaulting his nostrils and engulfing his entirety with its alluring grasp, putting him in an immediate trance. The thing between his legs throbbed and hardened. The stiffness made his knees weak, his hips contract, and his boxer shorts tighten as that part of him screamed for escape and warmth.

As soon as two wolves made their appearance, I sprinted down, noting instantly who they were as their scents permeated the air. They stopped in their tracks at the sight of me. Yes! The plan was working! Jasmine sprinted down the hill, coming in with her sneak attack, pouncing and digging her claws into Alpha Vic's back. He was like a wild bronco as he tried to throw her off, but Jasmine was so fucking good, and kept a good hold on him, not allowing him to knock her off. Even pregnant, she was a badass.

Billy just shook his head at me as I walked away, looking for more places that I could help. A little later, I was looking around and saw no conflict anywhere, so I asked Grandma Abby, “I would really like to go pick some blackberries.” Grandma smiled, “You could do that. Winnie already cast the spell on you to keep dark magic from being used on you. Just keep some daggers on you.” I smiled, “On it.” I grabbed a bucket from the kitchen and walked out the back door. I was picking blackberries and dancing around to the music playing from my one ear bud in my ear. I was trying to keep one ear open as I worked and danced at the same time. I was looking around frequently, making sure that there w

Taylor watched helplessly as the man-made a motion with his hand, sending the wolf pouncing onto the woman. She screamed as the wolf held her down, pressing her roughly into the floor. The man leans down, glee lighting up his features as he watches the woman struggle. “Since you’re so unwilling, we will just take what belongs to us. Finish.” The man turns, eyes locking onto where Taylor stood, a cold smile etched onto his face as he pays absolutely no attention to what the wolf was doing to the woman.

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

Let's run. And we do. END OF BOOK FOUR: HER WICKED HEART

They released each other and she said; " let this mark a new beginning of the relationship between the wolves and Fairies" she raised her right arm with her fist tightened and everyone raised their arms in approbation. "Are you ready to go home?" Nuala turned to Conri and gave a wide smile, by home she was referring to Greiner. He smiled back at her. Prologue Saria was running in the woods till she tripped and fell. She sat right back up, teeth bared and screamed. She had nowhere to go, she stood up slowly and kept walking till she heard footsteps and she hid behind a fallen tree.

Pain radiated across my back and ribs, and my vision blurred for half a second as I dropped to one knee. The bark behind me splintered where my body had hit, flakes of wood falling around my shoulders. And then my wolf stirred. It rose like a beast snapping awake from sleep, furious and hungry. The pain had triggered it. The threat had triggered it. The scent of blood, the scent of magic, the sound of Derek’s uneven breathing. I growled.

"Look, it faces right onto a park always full of people, distant enough to not be a disturbance yet close enough to get the beautiful scenery." I felt her breath hitch as I rolled her nipples beneath my touch. Goosebumps pimpled her arms and I could feel every warm breath that passed her body. Licking a long line up her neck before blowing on it and watching the shivers it brought forth, I continue my whispering. "No matter how warm of a day, by the afternoon the glass goes ice cold but rarely ever frosts. It may be night now but another time, I am going to fúck you against it."