Wooing Me Novels & Stories

Now, when his arms enveloped me, she was waking up, hungry. “M, you want to be mine.” Matt whispered in my ear. “I can tell by the way your breathing changed in my arms.

She cuts herself off, biting into her lip and staring at me with wide-eyed wonder. This marriage will not be a chore. Not when she’s so sensitive, so gorgeous, so sexy. I’m going to wake up wanting her and fall asleep wanting her. “If I’d seen you on the street, I would’ve kidnapped you. Don’t you see, Aurora, this is meant to be. Say yes,” I order. “Say yes.”

Keep him guessing. That’s why I never act desperate. Desperation is Winter’s brand. Throwing herself at Mike like he was oxygen and she was suffocating. Ew. The girl practically begged for his attention. “Look at me, Mike. Breathe me, Mike. Marry me, Mike!” Pathetic. Me? Oh no. I don’t chase...I stroll. I give him just enough to keep him hungry. I make sure he earns my time. That’s the difference between being adored and being… well, Winter.

"Good things come to those who wait." Maybe this was foolish; why did I get into this? He finally arrived. He was just in his underwear. He was beautiful. My hard cock stood at attention. "Took you long enough," I growled, my eyes raking over his body. "Shut up, pet!" Evans growled. Although I am a big, beefy soccer player, I am a bottom guy. My eyes light up with desire as he approaches me. He reaches out, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards him.

I’d have every opportunity to be near him, to catch his attention, to make him notice me. The goal was simple. seduce him, make him fall in love with me, and use it against Damon. I would achieve that by any means necessary. I set my bags down and looked at myself in the mirror, straightening my shoulders. “Let the game begin,” I whispered.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I'd heard of wolves sinking their teeth into their mate immediately, and then I'd heard my mother fawn over how my father wooed her. I wanted Blaire to be wooed, dammit. Why was this so hard? "Don't entice me, temptress. I'm on the last leg now." She chuckled. "I'm not one for theatrics, Luther. I don't need fancy stuff, or some three-course meal. I just want you." I swallowed my need, my hands flexing and curling, flexing and curling until I couldn't take her stare. I stepped forward and curled my fingers around the nape of her neck, angling her face so that her mouth was assessable.

“I don’t want it! This!” A wrist snaps out, catching my chin and he tilts my head up, so all I can gaze upon his him. Golden irises expand and my body begins to relax. "You want this," he whispers, his breath tickling my skin. "You want me. Everyone does. My charm. My power. My protection. My seed. Think long and hard about me, Scarlett. Think about my proposal, day and night. Think of everything I could give you. With me, no one else will try to take you. Not even those four who have stolen your life from you."

I'm more attracted to a cold person with a sweet inner personality. "Are you trying to hook me up? Because that's not going to work with me," I explain to him. I'll give him a taste of Kofi. I'm the best for being heartless. I rejected many of my suitors before, and I'm just waiting for Lucas to woo me.

How do I get it? Force isn’t an option, not without my power. Then, a whisper curls through my mind. Low. Tempting. Seduce him. I stiffen slightly. That… wasn’t my thought. Not entirely. For a second, I wonder if it’s my wolf or whatever is left of her. I swallow, the thought of seducing him unsettling me but not enough to ignore it. Because right now? I don’t have many options. I turn fully toward him, letting my body soften just slightly.

Like a masterpiece. As I gazed upon her, bathed in the soft, lunar glow, I felt an overwhelming surge of possessiveness and love. My wolf stirred within me, urging me to claim her as mine. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear, and whispered, "You're mine, forever and always."