Wild Obsession Novels & Stories

Not to make him think I'm hypnotized by his putz, I responded, taking the wine from him, "Maybe." "Maybe?" He scoffed, pushing his waist closer, almost poking my face with his cock. "How about now?" He smirked, staring at me with his wolf eyes flashing. When I saw the lust roaming in his gaze, I knew for a fact that Woods was infected. "Looks like someone got himself ready for tonight," I observed the strong cravings all over his body. He's dying to have sex with me. "Too bad I'm the only doll in this room that he can insert this dick into. That's if I'll allow it."

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back to the flames... Obsession is the most dangerous muse. Tonight’s confession is about a brilliant but deeply disturbed artist who found his perfect living canvas online. What started as distant admiration became kidnapping, captivity, and the most intimate, twisted form of artistic possession. This one is dark, psychological, and intensely erotic. Here is the confession of “Stalker’s Muse.” --- **Story 13: Stalker’s Muse**

I simply have to keep the omega at arm's length and not let her affect me too much. I also have to research fated mates to sedate Obsidian, who hasn’t stopped bugging me since he was able to sense the omegas wolf. I don’t know if my wolf is losing his mind or if he’s on to something. Either way, I need to find a way to research fated mates without anyone finding out. I don’t need people thinking I’m crazy or so obsessed with an omega that I’m desperate for her to be my fated mate.

In that moment, I felt a dangerous obsession growing within me, a yearning for him to fuck me just like this every day. I heard him chuckle, his thrusts growing ragged. Then, with a low growl, his wolf whispered in my ear, "Mine." Before I could react, his canines sank deep into my neck, claiming me. The sharp sensation sent another wave of pleasure crashing over me, triggering an intense, unexpected orgasm that left me trembling in his grasp.

It was completely dark inside. Just when I kept my foot inside, I was grabbed quickly and pushed against the door. I felt a weight on top of my body. A hand clicked the knob beside me to lock it from inside. The intoxicating fragrance of lotus flower and heavy breaths were falling all over me. My wolf was almost losing its mind. I was still pressed against the door. I could feel Zen struggling with his wolf to keep it in his control. Suddenly he asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you think you're doing?"

Every smile, every touch, every whispered word in their lives reinforced his possession. Adrian, meanwhile, saw only devotion, care, and affection. He didn’t see the predator beneath the tenderness. He didn’t see the control threaded into every kiss, every handhold, every quiet whisper in the dark. By the end of the week, their lives had woven into a dangerous, beautiful rhythm: obsession, possession, and love, all intertwined. Evan’s dominance had become invisible to Adrian, hidden beneath gestures of care and intimacy, and Adrian’s surrender was complete, unknowing, absolute.

Maybe I could finally sleep without feeling like my insides were on fire. ‘You know why this is happening,’ Shade growled. ‘Don’t,’ I growled aloud. ‘She’s not.’ ‘Mates don't need permission to exist,’ he snarled back. I refused to believe it. Mates were extinct. They were a myth. A lie told to children. This wasn’t a bond. It was an obsession. Ah yes! This was an obsession. I finally found an answer to my turmoil. That’s what wolves did when they got obsessed with she-wolves. I let out a hollow laugh. I was obsessed with jasmine flowers because I hadn’t rutted for several days in a row. How could I miss that?

Even after years of training and torture , those vessels were still left with some humanity in them and Tenebris rejected these vessels at once , leaving them with broken nerves and madness . Wilson knew what they were doing wasn't just a crime but a sin - an eternal one at that but man , the temptation was real . Tenebris had attracted him with power and glory and Wilson had lost himself . He believed that he would fail just like his father but then Jezebel came in his life , she promised him - a prestige like none and in return she wanted be Rogue 's empress . She wanted to be The most powerful woman of this Empire . And Wilson had agreed .

Could our love withstand the revelation of such a dangerous and morally ambiguous pursuit? With a deep breath, I turned the key and pushed open the door, revealing a hidden world steeped in shadows and moonlight. The room was lined with cages, their metal bars containing creatures of untamed power and primal instincts. Werewolves, imbued with the fusion of human and animal DNA, paced restlessly within their confines.

It was a technique that I had perfected as an only child since I always stayed outside my house without a key. The door screeched open, I watched the staircase and saw no movement so I went into the room and closed the door without making a noise. The room was very spacious with a very large bed in the right corner, it had a desk against the wall and there was a wardrobe to the left. The only window was open and from there I could see my house and part of the road. The wall in front of me was covered with a white sheet and that was very strange, I could not help but notice it, I wanted to know what he was hiding but I was paralyzed when I saw on the desk an identical copy of my infamous doll