Witcher 3: Blood And Wine Romance Novels & Stories

Especially when this someone was jerking against him like she truly and ardently wanted him inside her? Gritting his teeth, Romeo fought for self-control once again, against his better judgement. The realisation and memory of her being drunk had given him some sanity. He knew what the effects of Werewolves' wine were to have on humans. The Werewolves in the capital were making the human females sip the wine because it served as a potent aphrodisiac. And that was why his Roselle was acting like this now. He let her move against him, letting her feel every inch of him. But it was getting more and more unbearable, and he was afraid he would lose control again. Making a primitive sound, Romeo gr

"I am your wife, we got married tonight, officially, with the old words, in front of everyone." "I was there. I remember every moment of it clearly." "So then why won't you..." "Because you are drunk," he said, even, patient; the patience of a man holding three centuries of wanting with both hands. "Draconis wine is not ordinary wine. It is brewed from a berry that grows only in dragon territory, and it affects the human body four times more severely than it affects anything else. You had four glasses of it and you are sitting in my bed at midnight asking me to..." He stopped, then started again. "When you wake up tomorrow and you cannot remember any of this, because I promise you right now,

Eros didn't take her threat seriously, so he poured his mother another glass of wine before lifting the bottle to his lips and drinking almost half of it all at once. Fowol coughed and drained her glass of wine, saying, "I fvcking hate this." Aphrodite laughed as she watched the scene at the military camp, which was happening slowly just a few meters away. The three gods were sitting on a branch of a tree, drinking wine, and watching the annoying lycan king and the strong-headed she-wolf General fight. "What about this don't you like?" Aphrodite asked with a hiccup as she waved her hand at the lycan who was dragging the she-wolf toward a tent. "They look great together, don't they? I quite l

I have never seen her make friendship with Carla her fellow upper shewolf. That night l got back late and as usual l went straight into Rinah's room. That's what the mate bond was doing to me. She was in her bed silently sleeping. With the bottle of wine in my hands , l took a sip and stood over her bed. I had so many things in my mind so the wine was my own solution. For the next couple of minutes , l watched her while slowly sipping my wine. REEN'S POV

I arched my back and let out a moan, allowing my fingers to run through his soft hair. I was intoxicated, feeling so drunk even though the wine we had with dinner was a fruit wine, and Roman did this to me. I wanted more, so I lifted his hand and held it to my breasts. I felt his lips curve in a smile against my neck, and he immediately cupped my breasts, causing another moan to escape.

They cut down the remaining rogues without hesitation. When the last rogue fell, I finally relaxed and my wolf calmed down. “Secure the area,” I ordered. “Clean this scene thoroughly. Preserve Sarah’s blood and the wine.” Amelia hugged me. “That wine,” she said quietly. “I think it contained the blood of mad rogues.” “It did,” I replied. “If you had drunk it…” Her voice faltered. “Then, don’t think about it,” I said and kissed her forehead. I turned to Kathy. She stood apart from the others, trembling. Diane tried to speak to her, but Kathy stared straight ahead, unresponsive.

A few minutes later he returned carrying something. My eyebrows lifted. A bottle of wine. Two glasses. And a small speaker. The sight made me laugh. “What is this?” “My attempt at being romantic.” I nearly choked. Damian Blackwood. Trying to be romantic. The concept alone was incredible. He poured the wine. Then offered me a hand. I looked at it. Then at him. “What now?” “Dance with me.” My heart instantly betrayed me. Again. Honestly, it needed better hobbies. “Here?”

A maid rushed forward with a silver tray, presenting a single goblet of dark red wine. “Drink,” Xander said. I eyed the cup warily. “I’m fine.” “Elena.” His voice was low and commanding, something that made my wolf shiver beneath my skin. “Drink.” I don’t know if it was his alpha aura pressing against me, or simply exhaustion finally catching up to my bones, but I found myself reaching for the goblet and drinking without another word being said. The wine was warm and sweet, and slowly, the tightness in my chest began to loosen.

The anticipation was building, the energy in the room becoming almost palpable, like a wave threatening to crush over us. One word from the Pack's oldest member and Axel's eyes turned red in an emotion I can't describe. The first time I'd seen his eyes turn red I'd been scared and now I was so eager for him to sink his teeth into mine. He drew closer and I lay my neck bare, ready for him to sink his teeth and seal the bond. Axel sank his teeth into the same spot he bit me that night… that night that became a new beginning for the both of us and I never ever regretted it. It was that night that made both of us better, especially Me. One of the members handed me a goblet Golden cup filled with

I stared into his eyes, seeing my own pitiful reflection. "I...need the medicine." "No, that's not it." He shook his head. "Try again. Who do you need?" The pain was swallowing me whole. I clutched at his wrist, my nails digging in. "Please...the medicine..." "Say you need me." "I need you!" I screamed. "I need you, Francis! Give me the medicine! Please!" He wore a grin of triumph as he tipped two white pills into my hand and watched me swallow them. Then he kissed me, hard, his tongue tangling with mine, not stopping even when the pills went down. My clothes did not stand a chance; they were torn away in seconds.