Wild Rider Novels & Stories

She began to ride him faster, sending her hips down with a fast pace. "Oh my gosh! I feel like doing this forever!" Bernard began to thrust his hips up hard to meet her down thrusts. "Ohh! I fucking love this!" She began to bounce on his dick. Each down thrusts was sending waves of pleasure inside of her. She was getting Wild and uncontrollable that Bernard was finding it hard to keep up. After several minutes, he stopped and pulled her out, then positioned her to doggy. Without wasting any time, he plung in from behind and began to band her. He wanted to dominate and fuck her hard for showing him how Wild she was. He was thrusting his whole length inside of her.

“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.

The woman stepped forward first, fingers trailing down Lila’s arm. “Beautiful,” she murmured. “We’ve been looking for someone exactly like you.” The man moved behind Lila, hands settling possessively on her hips. “Safe word?” he asked, lips brushing her ear. Lila swallowed. Voice barely a whisper. “Red.” He chuckled darkly. “Good girl.” The woman’s hand slid to the zipper at the back of Lila’s dress. “Then let’s begin.”

The truck smelled like wet dog and gun oil. Kade drove. Wilder rode up front with his jaw set and his hands flat on his knees, and Maya sat in the back between two wolves she'd never been introduced to, both of them big enough to block a doorway, neither of them looking at her.

A lot of rejected partners lose their wolves entirely, mine seemed to get stronger but increasingly bitter. As I splashed my face with the cool water from the river, I heard the deep rumbling sound of an engine at speed. A motorbike, perfect. I could do with a ride instead of walking my tired ass all the way up to Silver City. I quickly crouched in the undergrowth, rubbing my rough hands together impatiently. I waited for the noise to veer around towards me, instead, a sickening crunch and a splash echoed around the woods.

He was definitely going away. Seeing his temper, Arya jerked her head back as Dominique raised his eyebrow. Ryder ran inside the deep Tahol jungles until he was out of breath. He clawed trees in frustration as he bellowed to the sky. The pup was too arrogant. What the hell did she think that a man like him, who was five hundred years old, who had never had this kind of a conflict in his life, was going to do? In his life experiences, he had never wanted to do anything with family life, but when he got a chance, this was what life presented him with? He plucked a tree out with its roots and hurled it across with a frustrated roar.

Her eyelashes glistened with tears, having looked even more enticing. “Look out!” Monique yelled with widened eyes. When she looked up, she saw that Randal had been charging towards them rampantly with a blade in his hand. She did not have the time to think things through. She immediately jumped out of Henry’s embrace and stood behind his back while she extended both her hands to have blocked him from the attacker. Xavier finally came to his senses when he saw Randal charged at them with a knife. They had been outlaws now, if they had not given it all to have fought a way out, they would have definitely been sent to prison.

Instinctively, I tightened my grip on his fur, the texture providing a reassuring anchor. The world blurred around us as he raced through the terrain, each powerful stride of his wolf form carrying us further away. The wind whipped past, and I could feel the raw energy coursing through his powerful body. The rhythmic pounding of his paws resonated beneath me. Adrenaline surged as I held on, the exhilaration of the ride mingling with the trust I placed in Christian's wild form. The landscape flashed by, a kaleidoscope of colors and textures. There was a freedom in this unexpected journey.

I say, and he smirks. "You sought me out, Adahleene." He tsks, and I freeze. "I didn't. Leave." I say, mind reeling. "Easy," He says, hands crossed, with a persistent smile. "Before you call your sugar daddy, listen to me. I am Wilder, and you did seek me out, Flower. A part of you, your mind recognized it, and falted, seeking me out, hence, here I am." I stare at him, saying nothing, hoping he explains what this is, or I'll scream bloody murder, faster than he can say Flower.

"I'll be looking out for a new job soon tho" "Wow, that's crazy", Rita sighed. "Tell me more about this new boss though" "I don't know a lot but from what I've heard, he's pretty strict and business oriented, no time for shit, mature too, and most important, he's smart" "I like the fact that he's business oriented and mature and he fired Janet, what more could you want in a boss?", she smiled, switching the television to the next channel. "This is Ryan Chester and you're watching United Television live from The Bay Area", their attentions were turned to the television as it showed a terrified looking man. "And I'm here with ...what's your name, sir?"