Wolf Kissed Novels & Stories

Kara “Come here, little wolf,” Winter growls with that predatory gleam in his eye. I feel my wolf surge. That’s the second time today someone has called me ‘little wolf,’ before I can think anything of it. I’m pulled into Winters’ chest as sparks dance over my skin as his lips tenderly meet mine. So much passion, obsession coming through the kiss it makes my knees go weak, my toes curl as my hands lock around his neck, pulling him closer.

I had a feeling that my wolf was going to be lusty creature and somehow Viktor knew it. He kissed me again, gently at first and then with increasing passion. I returned the kiss with equal ardour, burying my fingers in his thick, silky hair, relishing the feel of his stubbly skin gently abrading hers. It was only when a group of teens walked by, hooting encouragement that they pulled apart. Viktor glared at them through the windshield and the young hooligans immediately fell silent, backing away and then turning almost as one to run down the street.

We both seat on the hammock and she rocks us back and forth. ”Volk had met Marissa a year ago, here in new jersey. Davis, a young wolf from our pack, was running wild and he was chasing it. She had been taking pictures of the pack for a school assignment when she encountered Davis. He had injured her gravely and she was losing a lot of blood. When Volk found her, he had no choice but to turn her else she would die before the medics arrived. Volk had invited her to join the pack but she refused. Instead, She would show up every full moon, try to seduce him and guilt-trip him into doing whatever she wanted.”

the witch sighed, a hint of sadness in her voice as she removed my hand from her chin, threatening to be firm in pushing me away. My wolf howled inside my chest with intensity, surprising both of us. When she looked back at me, I captured her in a devastating kiss, urgent, needing to taste her like prey ready to be devoured. I bit her lips, sucking the faint blood that seeped from the tiny cracks, intoxicated by the mix of rust and magic blending with the saliva of the kiss. Yulli gasped, pulling my hip forward and bringing me closer to her body, eager for more contact. I let my arousal brush against her skin.

But Valko paused when the smell of anise and cinnamon hit him. Velma grabbed his arm. “Are you alright brother?” “MATE!” Vik rumbled. Nobody but Velma heard him. “Who? Her?” Velma asked and Valko nodded his head. “She’s my mate. I can smell it now.” Valko began to walk up to the dancing couple when he saw Clarke crash her mouth onto Lazarus’s mouth. Valko’s wolf howled in his head and he growled. Velma had to hold him back before he could walk up and make a scene. “I’m gonna fuck that guy up.”

She leaned down behind him to whisper in his ear, "Don't you want me?" Rhys remembered Guillame's descriptions of the Vlkolak women at the Wolf Moon, twenty times a cat in heat. He smiled as he felt her finger nails against his skin. His body was reacting to her attentions. He reached behind him and pulled her down, turning his head to meet her lips with his own. It was a heated kiss, not his usual Katy, but this wasn't a usual night. He had to remember that.

His wolf growled in satisfaction, a deep rumble that vibrated through his chest and into mine. For a moment, I froze, caught off guard by the intensity. But then I gave in, allowing my wolf to rise to the surface. My fingers fisted in his hair, pulling him closer as I kissed him back with just as much fervor. My wolf howled, her triumph palpable. Revenge tasted sweeter than I imagined. The kiss deepened, and for a fleeting moment, I felt his walls crumble. Alaric was losing himself, consumed by the need coursing between us. He was mine, at least for now.

My wolf got jealous and swatted her hands away. "Hands behind your back!" I commanded. She obeyed as a submissive wolf. "Good girl." I purred. She blushed again, and I loved every bit of it. I leaned into her lips again, kissing her, swiping tongues as my hands fondled her breasts. Rrrrrrrrringggg Dr. Voss had sent it for me. Zara pushed me off her. There was no use fighting her off. Her face looked surprised before anger took over her shadow.

That had never happened before because his wolf had never acted possessive over any woman. Valker struggled to keep his wolf under control while thrusting into her. The battle for control, her loud moans, and her wet tight pussy only made the struggle stronger. But the second his wolf spotted another mark on her body, rage exploded inside it and it marked her over the old mark. That snapped Valker out of his pleasure at once. He felt anger surge through him. Still, his wolf fought until it completed the mark above her breast and at the back of her neck, licking it to seal it out of eyesight.

His eyes flickering a golden yellow as he turned back to me, his face full of embarrassment and rage. “Your twin sister Raven’s wolf awakened at sixteen years old,” he spat as he stepped past Alistair, my heart pounding in my chest as we came face to face, his icy glare full of contempt. “She’s already one of our most powerful warriors, but you… you are nothing but a wolfless mutt. I have no use for you.”