Wilderness Novelas e Histórias

He started moving so fast that she almost went crazy with ecstasy, especially when his manhood continued to pound and hit the innermost of her femininity. "Oh, do that again; hit that part again, baby, mmmnnnn, Andrew." Only now did Lana find out that there was also a part inside her that, when the young man hit, she really couldn't explain how intense the delicious shiver was and is driving her wild. "There you go, my god, Andrew, it’s coming out! Oh sh*t! Shit, I’m coming!" Lana said weakly, followed by a long and accented moan of happiness.

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.

Candy was running through the woods on her normal morning run, her heart was beating fast as she leaped over a log and continued running. She could feel the sweat as it trickled down her back making her shirt stick to her damp skin, the sound of her breathing was the only thing she heard as the morning sunlight slowly filtered through the tree’s leaves. As she neared the back of the packhouse a smell hit her that had her mouth watering, her wolf was instantly on alert. The beast wanted her to follow that sweet tantalizing scent of orange slices dipped in chocolate. It reminded her of Christmas morning and the treats her Jiji would bring for her and her brother.

They had work, and I had been running these mountains my entire life. I was home from college, and they knew I needed to let my wolf out for a while. Our house was on the edge of our Pack lands and west of Salmon, Idaho. The Frank Church-River of No Return Wilderness Area was a short run away, and beyond that was the biggest remaining roadless area in the Lower 48. The name originated when Lewis and Clark tried to take the Salmon River west. They couldn't get past the rapids and couldn't paddle back upstream either. It's a pack hunting ground for us. Now that grey wolves have protection, we can run without being in danger of a rancher shooting us on sight. The

It was as if the very wind, whispering through the leaves, acknowledged his presence. Beneath Wade’s massive, clawed paws, the forest floor comes alive with sensations. The ground yields beneath him, offering a plush carpet of soft grass, tender mosses, and the occasional crunch of fallen leaves. With each footfall, the earth's natural textures accepts him, connecting him to the primal wilderness he calls home.

Emily stepped forward, her eyes blazing with conviction, "Stop! Your actions are harming the delicate balance of the wild. We are here to protect it." One of the individuals sneered, "Who are you to stand in our way? The wilderness is ours to take!" Liam spoke firmly, "The wilderness belongs to all living beings, and we are its guardians. We will not let you destroy what is sacred and irreplaceable." With a chilling laugh, the adversaries charged at the pack, their eyes filled with malice and arrogance. The final battle had begun—a battle that would determine the fate of the natural world and the future of all living beings.

I kept my face stoic, blood roaring in my ears as I looked at the message over and over again to be sure of what I was reading. The Unnaturals. Could it be? There were others like me? And they were alive? But why would they send such a message except ... No. "Where is Caleb?" I asked, returning the organizer even as I made mind contact with him. The mind-link could stretch as far as a province and sometimes farther depending on the wolf's strength and position. Meaning that while I could talk to Caleb, it was unlikely that I could communicate with members of the pack who were states away. A gift that I treasured because it was another similarity I shared with the side of me that I accepted w

I would have never dared venture this way on my own, it would have been too dangerous. The terrain wandering to the Appalachian mountains nearly took my breath away, as this was nothing like home. The wilderness was vast and beautiful. I could easily see why so many became infatuated with the new world. The two wolves and I wandered into the forest, the terrain becoming more difficult as we proceeded until after nearly two hours of travel, we finally came to a clearing. I could hear water not far away and could sense how far out we actually were.

But I resisted. As I ventured further into the wilderness, the moonlight filtered through the dense canopy above, casting a mesmerizing play of shadows on the forest floor. Twigs snapped beneath my feet, and the rustling of leaves served as a constant reminder of my pursuit. Time seemed to blur as I moved, my senses heightened and attuned to every sound and scent that surrounded me. Suddenly, a low growl reverberated through the stillness, stopping me in my tracks. My eyes narrowed as I scanned the area, searching for the source of the warning. Shadows danced at the periphery of my vision, teasing me with their mysterious presence.

But it's replaced by someone else's, someone I hate to mention right now. My wolf whines when I mention hate but it's the truth. I don't even understand why he's watching me when he wants nothing to do with us. This pack has a very massive land, and I find it impressive. As far as I wander deeper into the forest, the more it becomes thick and bushy, causing my wolf to perk up excitedly. I haven't shifted for long and she wants to be let out, but that's after we have food. The Wilderness is quiet, and only the sounds of birds and crickets are heard. I bring my beasts out to get ready for the task at hand.