Wild Wild Nights Novels & Stories

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.

We set up the RV and sat down drinking some water and sighing, “she needs to tell me how I’m expected to just find them, this State is huge and with so much wilderness…” He looked around, “tonight is a full moon, they’ll be out in the wilderness and so will we, we’ll howl, calling out to them,” his brows scrunched together, “I’ve never heard you howl, I bet it’s as sexy as you are,” he wiggled his brows. My mind was deep in thought, he’s right I’ve not howled. Harmony chuckled, “you will tonight, and you’ll see just what happens, tell mate it is very sexy.”

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.

Kayla's Pov: So let me tell you a little about myself: For as long as I can remember I have been alone, it has its benefits but mostly it can be so dam lonely, do not get me wrong I love living in the woods I feel so free, and I'm not one of them horses that are so proud of them self although I know I am something worth looking at, but Sadler that is not a good thing as it mean I attract so much attention to myself which I do not need or want. I do sometimes miss being with other horses as I often see wild mustangs passing by, but life goes by and as soon as I turn 17, I am meant to find my mate! I have no idea on what to do the only other shifters around here are werewolves, the pack 'midn

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE ALEX DAVALO Another pack of wolves! The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silver glow over the quiet town. I could feel the emotions swirling inside me, a tempest brewing that threatened to spill over. My mother's sickness was making me sick. I felt helpless, like a tethered wolf trapped in a cage, powerless to protect what mattered most to me. As I stood in my room that night, I knew I needed to escape—to let the wildness inside me take over, even if just for a while.

Funeral I woke up in a slightly dim room. The walls were painted in a soft cream color. I roamed my eyes in the whole room. The lampshade on my right was the only one lighting the room. I felt someone move on my left. There's someone on the bed beside me! Oh my gosh! What happened? The memories of what happened last night came rushing down. I freaking gave myself to a stranger! I gave him my all! Holy sh*t! I panicked. I got up from the bed and searched for my clothes. My head was throbbing but I don't care. I need to get away soon. F*ck!

**The Wild Wolves** Aria meandered through the lush, vibrant forest, a world alive with an intricate tapestry of sights, sounds, and scents. Each step enveloped her in the rich aroma of damp earth and blooming wildflowers, the vibrant hues of greens and browns intertwining like an artist's brushstrokes across the landscape. Having spent the past few weeks in this enchanted new home amidst the towering, ancient trees and dappled sunlight, she had cultivated a deep affection for the tranquility and solace the wilderness offered—a cherished escape from the chaotic clamor of her former life.

It was the night of the much-anticipated music gala, an event she'd longed to attend, intertwined with the allure of the Wild Waters, an enigmatic place rumored to hold mystical allure after dark. Gia glanced at the clock—midnight, the bewitching hour when adventure beckoned. For safety, she could not have sneaked out any earlier in order to not alert her sister. With a racing heart, she slid out of bed, careful not to disturb her slumbering surroundings. She tiptoed across the room, her movements purposeful yet surreptitious, slipping into an elegant ensemble she'd tucked away, waiting for this clandestine moment. Music always turned her wild, and now the Wild Waters groove was awakening al

Chapter 118 LYRA'S POV Tonight is the night of the full moon, and I can't waste its power. WILDER fell asleep with his arm draped over me. It’s heavy, hard to shift away. FortuCASSIANly, of my three mates, WILDER is the least likely to be roused from sleep. He’s the one who’s spent almost no time living in the wild, so he hasn’t developed the instinct to listen for threats while he’s sleeping.

Watching as Candy bucked her hips, fucking her fingers. Candy’s own hands were fisted in the material of her dress, eyes twisted shut, the neon lights painting over her skin. Casting shadows on her skin, that made her look otherworldly in the glowing flickering lights. Annie gasped as she felt her mate’s vaginal walls flutter around her fingers as she added another digit. “So close.” Candy growled out, she could feel her teeth elongating. The call to mark her mate moved through her. Her hand moved to the back of Annie’s neck, gently pulling her closer. “I just need more.”