Wooing Me Novels & Stories

He's sipping his wine, holding my gaze like he's putting so much power in my hands. He's telling me to decide what it's going to be; what the purpose for our meeting will be. If it's just his scent, it'll take years but if it's the other way, then I should be up and kicking in about a month's time… or less… if we do it… often. He's tempting me, trying to draw me in with his charms, the silent promise of the relief he can give me but… “You’re too far away. If you want it to work, you have to be closer.” He moves his wrist, beckoning on me and my feet slowly move as if enchanted.

"If I join you, what's in it for me?" I smiled, knowing I had her hooked. "You want Nathan, don't you? You've always wanted him, but he's always been oblivious to your feelings. With the power of wolf's bane, we can make him yours. I mean you know wolf's bane is powerful but you really don't know how to use it do you? That's where I come in." I smiled widely and watched as her face flushed, and I could see the desire burning in her eyes. She wanted Nathan, and I was willing to give him to her, as long as she helped me achieve my goal.

"My office. One hour." "Since you're my fiancée now, shouldn't we be having romantic dates and all?" I couldn't resist pushing her buttons. "Why your office?" Ava grunted, the sound music to my ears. I knew just how to get under her skin. "Don't play with me, Russo." "Okay, okay, I'll be there in a minute, darling," I said, grinning. The line went dead. I could imagine Ava slamming the phone down, desperate to get me off her line. The smile lingered on my face. I knew the effect I had on her, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it.

“You’ve got three months. In that time, you can try any type of flirting, seducing, or courting—bad boy style. Pull every trick you’ve got. Make me want you. And if, by any chance, my heart so much as skips a beat when I see that ridiculously handsome face of yours? You win. You mark me, and I’m yours.” “Any kind of flirting?” he asked, amused now. I nodded. “Yeah, bad boy. All of it. Make me want you. But if you fail… then I use you for a year—your name, your power, your resources—and after that, you release me. So… what do you say, Mr. Steinhart? In or out?” He scoffed again. He raised his hand, and just then, a woman walked in. I could smell the raw, sheer power radiating off her—pure wol

I had no intention of continuing the conversation. The wedding date was approaching, and I needed to return to the Royal Court to prepare. I stood and moved to walk past him. Owen grabbed my arm, his eyes burning red. “I’m not letting you leave,” he said harshly. “If persuasion doesn’t work, then I’ll use other methods.” He lifted a small vial. “This potion cost me a fortune. Once you drink it, your heart and mind will belong to me alone.”

“As a royal, I am required to find another mate. I need a wolf that is powerful in his own right, someone strong and authoritative. A man that could be my match in everything.” I raised my eyebrow and pouted my lips seductively as I emphasized everything. Owen had easily caught my meaning and my wolf snickered as the scent of his arousal reached my nose. He was taking the bait hook, line, and sinker. “Allow me to show you how well we match, princess.” He replied, his voice thick with lust.

" How can I lure him to myself when I haven't even fully understood my feelings yet. " " Don't worry, sweetheart, we won't have to rush the lessons. " ~~~~

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.