Wild Rider Novels & Stories

he decided to wait for her to either calm down or talk to them. The silence stretched on as Wild looked around once more before sitting down. He could wait. Nobody was coming yet. "Wild, what's going on?" Jon whispered, to which Wild quickly shushed him. He stared up expectantly, waiting for her to recognize him as non-threatening and speak up. It took longer than either of them really liked, but if people were searching on the director's order, they weren't in Wild's range. "W-what are you..?" She finally asked. There was a guttural sound to her voice, like a growl or perhaps a meow of sorts. "A wolf hybrid. What are you?" Wild replied back. "... I am... a puma hybrid..." Wild could tell sh

Startled, I get up from the bed and move toward the window, pulling back the curtain with trembling hands. Outside, under the moonlit sky, a large black wolf stands in the clearing. Its silhouette is striking against the silver light, casting a long shadow on the grass. The wolf’s eyes glow a deep, intense blue as it lifts its head and howls again, a sound that seems to resonate with the very essence of the night.

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 was a primal, nesting instinct, and it drew her to him like a moth to a steady flame. With Ryder, it was the opposite. When the walls of the stone station felt too close, when Liam’s protectiveness became a cage, the restless energy inside her sought a spark. She’d catch Ryder’s eye across the room a flicker of mischief, a daring half-smile a an and a thrill would shoot through her, reckless and hot. He was the danger just outside the wall, the wild she wasn’t supposed to want. Her desire for him was for the sharp edge, the unpredictable laugh, the feeling of being alive precisely because it was unsafe. He was the wild wind, and part of her, a part the baby seemed to stir up, wanted to fl

Nights, intense sessions exploring kinks—choking, edging, role-reversal where I dominated them briefly, tying them up and riding until they begged. One particularly nasty night, they invited me to try watersports. Hesitant at first, but curiosity won. In the tub, Ryan pissed on my tits while Jake fucked me. The warmth, the taboo—it made me come instantly. Then I returned the favor, squatting over Ryan’s face as he licked me. “Drink it, bro,” Jake laughed, stroking himself. Ryan did, eagerly, then fucked me while covered in it.

His hand slid between our bodies, his thumb finding my clit, rubbing in tight circles that matched the rhythm of his hips. "Come for me, Avery." His thumb pressed harder. His thrusts grew deeper. And I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. I screamed his name, my nails raking down his back, my inner walls clenching around him so hard that he groaned like he was in pain. He kept moving through it, chasing his own release, driving into me with desperate, uneven strokes. "Avery," he groaned, and the sound of my name on his lips was my undoing all over again.

~Nick~ The name’s Nick Gracen, but most call me Lightning. I’m the local prez of the Wild Ridge MC Club. It’s a title that carries weight, respect, and a hell of a lot of responsibility. I looked around the clubhouse, a place that had seen more action than most could handle. The air was thick with the scent of oil, leather, and a hint of whiskey—a comforting blend that felt like home. The brothers were scattered around, some tinkering with their bikes, others deep in conversation about our latest shipment.

WILDA. “Well, this seems to be my lucky day,” the man’s eyes travel down my naked body, a pleased smile on his face. I instinctively drop a hand to cover my crotch, the other across my small breasts. He does not avert his gaze. My body trembles under the scrutiny of his gaze. I find myself looking away, ashamed. “This is private property,” I say, weakly, my cheeks burning red hot and my breath shallow. “Oh, is it?” he asks, his voice teasing. “Well, then you must be Wilda, I’m Victor, and I will be your riding instructor.”

Wilder was in his apartment, feeling bored and restless. It was the weekend and he badly wished there was either work or school. He wanted to see those triplets or Olivia. He was checking out channels on the television when his phone beeped and he grabbed it. “Rogues are attacking us” It was a brief message and his eyes blazed with fury as he rushed out, he went to grab his keeps and raced out of the house to the woods. He reached and dashed out, forgetting about the car as he shifted when no one was in sight and raced in. He reached the back house to see everywhere disorganized and his people running around.

Sam thought about her adventures on the walk to Saddle Creek. "Do you know how to ride a horse?" Elliott asked as he shifted toward her in his seat. "I grew up with horses as a child. It was one of the first things Daddy taught us but I haven't ridden in years. Why?" She picked up her fork and began messing with her food as she looked at him. "One of the best ways to see this area, the real wildlife and wilderness anyway, is on horseback. I need to check the trails for winter snow damage and a ride would be a great way to introduce you to your new surroundings." He turned his attention back to his plate.