Wild Love Book Novels & Stories

Clara Yanuwah stood on the cliffs above Caligo Cove, her boots sinking slightly into damp, salted earth. The wind carried the scent of decay—not fish, not seaweed, but something far older. Stagnant blood and rotted prayers. She clutched her grandmother’s journal tighter beneath her coat. Each page had led her closer. Each memory had cost her more. Now, at the edge of the world, Clara faced the unfamiliar truth of the ocean’s echo—that WildWood had a twin born not of roots and bone, but tide and silt.

I guess those porno books she read taught her something. That’s right. I knew all about the steamy little books she delved into. Sweet little Violet had no clue how close she was, and in her ignorance, managed to say the one thing that would send me straight off the edge. “What about your wolf, Hael. Doesn’t he want me?” Every animal instinct I had that had once lay dormant now flared to life, each one awakening the next. Before I could blink a wildfire had broken out and my control slipped, fluttering in the breeze and carried away with each sizzling ember.

He snarled loudly and took predatory steps towards me while I tried to shuffle back but just as I had moved I was caught by Ezra's paw. In the next few seconds, I was turned and lifted on my knees and bent over on all four. My hands were grabbed and held tightly behind my knees as the his wolf came out and started sniffing my pussy. I whimpered and tried to break free, but the pressure was too much, and he was far too strong for me at that moment. His long tongue came out and started licking me non-stop. My hips jolted in surprise, and I again tried to get free of his hold.

"Allright darling. Get ready!” Tristan changed his position quickly after previously turning Camilla's body by force. They are now in a position where Camilla's body finally turns back to Tristan's. Tristan without permission goes back to burying his weapon in Camilla. This time he spurred Camilla so fast that the girl was almost unconscious. Tristan is like a wild horse tonight. The game is very hard and tends to be wild. There is no love in it. Only lust and deep disappointment he felt. Tristan's racing which was initially constant has now turned into a fast one.

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

Get away for awhile? Tessa bolts through the door beneath Ian, and once outside, flutters silvery dragonfly wings and sails over the courtyard wall. With a dainty bound, I follow, clearing the fence easily. Surrendering myself to my wolf half, I dash through the moonlit forest, my great black wolf mate at my side. *The End* Author's Note:

I grabbed my keys and ran. The ride felt endless. I pushed my bike harder than I ever had before, weaving through traffic without caring who got in my way. Every mile felt like torture. Every second I imagined Lily lying there alone. Please… Just hold on. As I rounded the final bend, I saw smoke rising into the sky before the wrecked van came into view. Club bikes surrounded the scene. The area had already been locked down. I killed the engine before the bike had completely stopped and sprinted toward the wreck.

Vivian was behind the bar, moving fast, her dark hair tied up in a messy knot, cheeks flushed as she poured drinks and flirted her way through tips. “Hey, Viv,” Rose called as she slid behind the counter. “You can head out. I’ve got it from here.” Vivian looked up, relief lighting her whole face. “You are an absolute angel.” Her voice dropped as she leaned in, eyes sparkling. “You just missed the most sinful man I have ever seen in my life.” Rose snorted, grabbing a cloth and wiping down the counter. “That’s a low bar in here.” “I am serious,” Vivian insisted, fanning herself dramatically. “The president of the Road Wolves. The way that man looked at me…” She paused, hand pressing to her che

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!”

Candy tossed beneath the cotton sheets in the darkness of her room. The cold shower she had taken had done nothing to take away the need she felt. The longing to go to her mate, to take her. Claim her, to be claimed. Dragging her hands through her hair, she thought about what Annie’s words. Her mate had enjoyed her kiss, she reached up touching her lips. She could feel her cheeks heating with a blush as she thought about how Annie’s cheeks had flushed as her eyes had shined with arousal. Candy could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs as the need grew worse. Her wolf wanted her to go to her mate, to touch her. To taste her, it was a need she felt ingrained in her bones.