Wild Desires Mga Nobela at Kwento

She needs a firm hand, she craves the kind of care only a strong mate can provide – and it doesn’t matter one bit that she’s human. “It’s okay.” I repeat, “And I will always do what I can to make sure we don’t get carried away.” One huge exception looms in my mind's eye, and after tonight, I know I can’t put it off any longer. “But Ella, I really do need to warn you about the wild hunt.” “How so?” She asks. “The wild hunt event happens on the second to last night of the festival. It’s a tradition where male wolves hunt,” I’m careful to put this word in air quotes, just in case she misunderstands, “their mates in the forest.”

Sleep ignored us. “Five to ten years,” Maya whispered. “To get stable.” “We’ll make it work.” “How?” Her voice trembled. “How do we raise a newborn while hiding from killers and building a company from dust? While my mother is dying? While everyone is waiting for us to fall?” Tears slid down her face. “What if pride costs us our family?” “Then we learn to afford pride,” I said. “We build slow. We survive.” My phone buzzed. Unknown number.

Wilder asked, leaning far back into my leather cushioned couch. “I read.” She replied, rolling her eyes. “Shocking…” Wilder mocked. But my head was brimming with ways I would kill this person. No one, not even the top assassin's society struck me with fear like this. I wasn't going to let this happen. “Where is she?” I asked in a low growl, my eyes darkening in the process. “Where are they? The people who dared to start this, where are they?” There was a sudden sparkle in Wilder's eyes. He knew I was about to begin a massacre in the packs until I got what I wanted, and he wanted to be part of this massacre.

Ryan cursed himself for being so careless despite knowing how she-wolfs went on heat after meeting their mate. Wild growled when Monika's scent got stronger as he was covering the distance between them. Her s*xual scent was so effective that Wild knew he might lose control over himself when he reached near her. It would become almost impossible for him to resist her while Ryan knew a disaster was on their way... Something is going to happen which will change their life forever.

She couldn't help it; she was addicted. Wild orgies were her weakness, the videos that got her off faster than anything else. Bodies tangled in sweaty, heaving heaps, skin slick and shining under low lights, thick cocks plunging relentlessly into eager, dripping pussies and tight asses, stretching them wide with every brutal thrust. Mouths devouring everything in sight—cocks, clits, balls, and pussies—slurping and sucking with greedy abandon. Cum splattering across skin like a forbidden rain, thick ropes shooting over faces, tits, and open mouths, dripping down chins and pooling in navels.

The deeper we walked into the pack grounds, the more raw and depraved the scenes became. A female alpha was fucking a male beta right in the middle of the main path, her thick strap-on slamming into his ass while he moaned like a bitch in heat. Another group was in a full orgy near a large bonfire — at least fifteen wolves tangled together in a mess of limbs, tongues, cocks, and pussies. Cum dripped everywhere. No one cared who was watching. I was eighteen. Pure. Innocent in every sense. But as I walked through this den of savage, unrestrained lust, something dark and terrifying stirred deep inside me.

Weeks of deprivation, frustration, hunger—collapsing into one reckless thought. *I want him.* Not romance. Not comfort. I want him wild. Close. Real. I turn to leave, intending to change somewhere private, but his voice stops me. “Amelia.” I freeze. “I want you to do it slowly,” he says. “Right here. In front of me.” My pulse slams hard against my ribs. This is where I’m supposed to draw the line. This is where I’m supposed to walk away. But my body leans into the moment instead of away from it, my breath shallow, my mind spinning with need I’ve been forced to starve.

It wasn’t every day I got to see the Savage himself at one of these races. I tilted my head skyward, spotting rows upon rows of werewolves lining the rooftops of the buildings–the onyx sky dappled with the brilliant glow of their eyes. It was a kaleidoscope of color as they peered around, leaving warped, mystical shapes in their wake. My attention snagged toward a woman standing a few people to our left, raising her candy-red blouse and flashed her chest toward the bikers. Her shrill voice carried over the crowd despite the noise as she shouted, “Savage! Hey Savage! Look here, baby!”

Then, he waved to a waiter and ordered some food for us. Jared quietened down after the orders were taken and stared at me with his eyes glazed over, looking a little lost. I knew he had taken too big a sip of whiskey earlier and was struggling to stay clear-headed. Just as I wondered if I should take the opportunity to bring up my resignation and have him approve it while he was in a daze, I realized that he was burning a hole in my head with that blatant, fiery gaze of his. I felt my goosebumps rising.

“It doesn’t, child. Forever means we keep choosing.” Tare kicked dust. “But I’m tired of other people’s pain. I want my own sky.” That night, his moon pulsed red. Not from choice. From anger. He ran. Out of the Circle city. Past the buried stones that said *CHOOSE*. Past the gardens. Into the Wildlands where no wolves had gone in 500 years. The Wildlands were forbidden. Not by law. By memory. This was where the last temple of “one moon” crumbled. Where wolves once lived without choice.