Wooing Me Novels & Stories

she asked, feigning ignorance. I leaned close to her ear and softly pressed my lips against it. “The side that forcefully pulls you to him, the side that holds on to you like you’re a possession - my possession,” I said with emphasis, needing her to know it. My voice was a deep baritone. I watched as goosebumps spread across her skin, my lips curving into a smirk. “Your body loves that side of me, flower. You can’t deny it, even if you tried.”

I planned to make him feel happy by my sudden action rather than becoming angry with me. I rushed closer to his side, grabbed him to myself. And then, I pulled off the inner wear I had on me, aiming to arouse him even more. “Come closer, I'm all yours.” “I will taste every sweet thing inside your loins.” Angus returned, his face cleared off any oncoming anger he wanted to hurl at me. “It's until I am totally fed up that I will leave you…” “It's just me.” I said, my voice slowly hitting Angus's ears and making him feel more attracted to me.

I look expensive. I look like a Moore. There's a knock on the door, and before I can even say anything, it clicks open and Owen steps into the room. A handsome smile is plastered across his face as his eyes sweep over my outfit, practically drinking in the sight of me. He walks up behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist to pull me flush against his chest, his lips pressing a warm, lingering kiss right against the side of my neck. "Look at you, my girl," he murmurs, his deep voice vibrating against my spine. "The definition of a takeover. Are you ready to go make history?"

I could almost taste the urge to grab his face and kiss him like it was our wedding night. “Brucha,” I said softly, as if he weren't already locked on me. “Fulfilling your deepest desires is basically my life's purpose right now.” I took a breath. “Would you like me to go on with that?” I layered on the smile, the tilt of my head, the slow blink—every little weapon that could make a man throb, even leak, before a single touch. He gave a small, knowing smile. That was enough for me. Whether he meant it or not, I was taking it as one.

I can’t imagine what the moon would do to me. One of the more powerful warlocks in the world on the fritz? Crazed with lust? What could go wrong? “Say you’ll give me a chance Meadow and that’s all I need. I just have to know you’re with me,” I said, pathetically. If I could just kiss her, it would seal the deal. It would have to, and her wolf would feel me. Her wolf… Would I just talk to Meadow like this for now? Surely she can hear me.

He can literally do anything to me and get away with it. “Hand me the bracelet and I will just leave. Please, my Lord.” I pleaded softly to draw his sympathy. “I don’t think you mean that, little pink. I can smell your excitement even though you’re trying hard to bottle it. That kiss, you’ve come to get more.” His voice is dark, almost rasping, and I know he’s turned on. “ You bewitched me.” His ice-blue eyes fixed on mine.

I play along. Aiden isn't a douche. Maybe I should try flirting with him. At least he's fair game. He's not having sex with Brittany, and he isn't Zander. Aiden Buckland, I am so buying you food. It's the only way to win a man over. And since I'm a tomboy, it's the only way to win me over, too. "Can I buy you food?" I scoff.

A shiver rolled through me, but not from the cold. “God, I swore to myself I’d take this slow.” He lifted his head, and the look on his face hit me right where it counted. Need, lust, awe, desire…everything a woman could want in a look from a man was there and more. "But I can’t. Are you sure you’re not a siren or a witch? It’s like you've bewitched me.” “Not a siren, not even a witch. You don't want me burned at the stake do you?”I say...

“Why are you tormenting me?” “Now or in general?” He asked off-handedly. “Both.” “In general, because you draw me to you. Something in your spirit and your magic summons me, like a bee to honey. And your spitfire attitude, your power that can’t be broken surpasses all my dark dreams of a lover.” “I don’t want to be your lover.” I objected. “Ah, but you are.” *** I don’t want to be. Only one more time. One more night. For Udora...

I knew that Sophia must have argued with him for him to have excluded himself from whatever meeting they had to do. I cleared my throat, making sure that my clothes were seductive enough, making sure to wear my best lingerie with a side cut, and of course, I made sure to oil myself so he would find me attractive. I just hoped this would work. If this works, I don't mind being his toy. I don't mind it. I want him around me. I want him to caress me, hug me, and kiss me. I want that love, and I know I am going to get it for sure.