Wild Obsession Novels & Stories

A cruelty and coldness shone within my eyes, emotions I had buried long ago beneath layers of calmness and composure. I smiled slowly, savoring the escape of my prey. The savage part of me, like a true predator, had always loved hunting its prey, whether to kill it or devour it. That side of me had to remain hidden from my little quill, especially after the way she reacted every time I lost even a small part of my self-control. I temporarily suppressed my aura and rested my head against Iris's neck once again, thinking about that cursed agreement between me and that damned tribe of mages.

Four weeks, three days and two and a half hours was the exact amount of time since he’d walked into the La Terrazza bar and fallen deep into his very first full-blown erotic obsession. He’d only gone into the place out of curiosity. He’d been working late and felt stressed out, pissed off and bored with his relatively mundane existence. La Terrazza was a notorious sexual stomping ground, and as a young man whose turn to stomp was long overdue, he’d arrived with high hopes, a genuine thirst, and the beginnings of a very nice hard-on. He’d expected glitzy people, pricey drinks and plush, slightly pervy surroundings; what he hadn’t expected was “The Weirdo’...

Wild Addiction volume 2. I never knew true addiction until I met her. I never truly understood what it is to crave, mind, body, and soul—until nothing mattered but fulfilling that craving. Until the only thing that mattered was easing the hollow space inside me. It was there whenever we’re apart. Like a dark hole, it lingered, intensifying until my mind was full of dark spots. Until my mind was full of easy curves, bare before me. Until my desires reflected her, bending at the waist, her pert, little arse in the air, colored red by my palm, the outline of my fingers visible against her pale skin.

"I’m coming. Keep him in the VIP lounge. Don't let anyone see him like that." I didn't think. I didn't care that it was nearly midnight or that my parents would lose their minds if they knew I was sneaking out to a rogue-friendly club. I threw on a trench coat over my silk chemise, slipped into some loafers, and drove through the rain-slicked streets of the city like a maniac. My mind was a whirlwind of worry. Austin wasn't a heavy drinker; he was too controlled, too focused on inheriting his family’s empire to let himself slip. Something was wrong. The Obsidian was a den of sweat, musk, and pheromones. It was where wolves went when they wanted to forget the laws of the pack. I pushed throug

Tara knew enough about the Wild Wolf. If she could get in. The club lived up to its name. There was everything from gambling to a sex dungeon. She’d seen the women enter with their rich mates or lovers. They went there to get their rocks off. While the rabble, like Tara, worked themselves into an early grave. They didn’t get the luxury to be horny, only hungry.

I tried to sound nonchalant about it. "I thought we had principles." I looked at her, defeated. If she knew what else I have done, the disappointment in her eyes would turn into disgust. "It would have taken me and Kevin centuries to get that kind of money to free you." I let out a breath, turning to the desk, looking at the boss chair Killian had just left. But I was looking past it. Five years ago, it was my second introduction to my inner darkness—or demon, as one would like to call it. The demon that has recently woken up from the day I saw my mother’s lifeless body.

But I obviously know she had I can sort of sense her with her been my mate so I know she is alive but that is about as much as I can get from the mate thing since we never fully mated or claimed each other, but I fully intend to when we find her and we will find her I know we will I will not give up she is mine and no one else and my wolf of going mad he knows she a horse as strange as it is but he still sees her as his and that is all he cares about. We've looked all over the packs that soo round us and some have mentioned that there are a family of wolves they don't belong to a pack but they have a horse ranch and they are well know, for capturing wild horses either taming them and selling

His smell, his touch, his kisses, everything about this man drives me insane and right now, I don't mind being a little crazy. I push my hands into his soft, beautiful hair as he trails wet kisses down my neck and around my breasts. His hands work their way under my dress and an electrifying feeling possessed me the minute I felt his palm rub my underwear gently. He's definitely going to be the death of me. I'm more than certain that my loud moan may have attracted the neighbors attention but I could honestly care less about what any of them had to say. His lips playing with mine and his hands dancing around my breasts were the only thing I could think of at the moment.

"Like I said, it's a very peaceful place for me. I always loved to go to a beach but I hate crowded spaces, I love my privacy, that's why my father bought this beach for our private ownership." "Wow!" I nodded in confirmation and stopped to sit on the ground due to the pain I felt in my body. Justin didn't talk for a while then started growling loudly and I turned to look at him. "What are you doing?" I shouted and jumped to my feet. Justin had taken his trouser off and was struggling to get out of his T-shirt that was stuck by his neck and covering his face. His body was striking hot and the way his muscles moved from his aimless struggling was enough to set a lady's brain on fire. His thig

I tried to be quiet, but it was too much, and I ended up screaming. “Let them hear you, pet. I want everyone to know you are mine. Say it. Say you’re mine.” “I’m yours!” I cried as he continued his relentless assault. My body shook as another orgasm took over. “I’m only yours!” His teeth sank back into the mark, but there was no pain. All I could feel was the pleasure as a third orgasm took control. He pulled back then ripped the blindfold off. “Look at me when I fill you.” His voice was low and deep. I looked into his eyes; his eyes were black. I knew then his wolf was looking at me. His pace became faster, and I knew he was close. He drove into me hard and fast without rhythm. After anothe