Wooing Novels & Stories

"You will place no restrictions upon any time she chooses to spend with me. I am wooing her from this day forth and you will not caution her from me. She is free to see me as she pleases," "I am wooing her too." "That is the game, Hawk," Adam said softly, and Hawk finally understood. The smithy didn't want his wife handed over freely. He wanted a contest, a battle for her favors. He wanted an open challenge, and intended to win. "You will hate it when I take her from you, dread Hawk," the smithy promised. "Close the door when you leave." "HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT A MAN'S WORLD CAN BE TURNED inside out before he even has a chance

Her breath came faster now, ragged and shallow against his shirt. Her voice dropped to a low whisper, almost a plea, raw with desperate longing. "I’m your soon-to-be wife, Kade. Your Luna. I have longed for you, yearned for you, my entire life. Every part of me wants you, aches for you in a way you cannot imagine. Every second you breathe and you don’t touch me, every moment you hold back, feels like a cruel, unending punishment. Make me feel like a woman, Kade. Let me have you. Just once. Tonight. Show me that I am yours."

“Or why you are.” The chamber was thick with the scent of them. Wolf pheromones, humming to claim. Dragon heat, liquefying their desires. The wild storm of something neither could deny much longer. Attraction. This step had blurred a line that tapered into an unknown future. They turned from each other, in a bid to dampen the flames. Neither, expecting the pull of fate that day.

“Because your prince looked at him like he’d been struck by lightning? I noticed too.” She arched her brow. “Observation is part of your salary.” “Seduction isn’t - though I’m open to hazard pay.” He pushed away from the fireplace, grin sharpening. “You want me to charm him.” “Charm him. Shadow him. Break whatever holds his interest,” she said, each word clipped. “You do realize he’s engaged.” “So is Leo,” Anna replied evenly. “Power bends vows like tall grasses. I expect results.” Owen stepped closer, a hint of challenge in his smile. “What if I fall for him?”

"You said if I brought you the proxies, you’d invite me to dinner. You said you might offer your favor." Up close, Victor could see every detail of Dax’s face—the long dark eyelashes, the flawless skin, the full, tempting curve of his lower lip. Dax didn't flinch. He didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned forward slightly, closing the distance until his lips were a hair's breadth from Victor’s ear. "You want my favor, Victor?" Dax whispered, his warm breath fanning across Victor’s sensitive skin, sending an agonizing shudder of desire straight down Victor’s thighs. "You want to touch me? You want to see if I feel like the husband you discarded?"

The marriage must be consummated whether she loves him or not. Jan carried her again without breaking the kiss and put her to bed. While his lips and tongue were busy assaulting her, his hand pulled the tie of her robe. Kate gasped when she felt his warm hand caressing her inner thighs and occasionally pressing them in a gentle manner. She knew it was not the real deal yet, but what Jan was doing to her started to make her feel crazy… mad… and needy. There was this strong that need she felt inside her. “Jan…” Kate drawled when his lips went from her jaw down to her neck.

I look all around, and for this one, he vanished; II look behind me, and it's too late, he is already behind me, with his arms around my waist and his breath in my ear. "You're distracted today, you've never been so easy to beat, plus you look beautiful today; let me take you out to dinner today," Owen said. I smiled at Owen's invitation; even in the middle of a fight, he usually knows how to take advantage of the situation and be close to me; on more than one occasion, he has touched me in a way that makes me feel something between my legs, a desire that I can't explain. He is handsome, and his body is worthy of a Greek god; any girl would be happy to have him as her mate muse; if he weren'

“Oh, but I’m not flirting with you,” “Moreover, you flirt with people that you want either in your bed or in your life. Or with someone who you are sure that you cannot get without a fight. It’s like a wooing technique to have something or someone,” “And I must say, that we have gone past that stage,” he added. I turned to him and he grinned. One of the things that he had been doing more often of late and my heart melted inside my chest. “What stage?” “The wooing stage,” he responded and I raised my brows at him.

“I wish I fucking knew. I’m just hoping it passes.” “Or you can pretend the woman you’re fucking is her,” he says. I pour myself another glass. “Doesn’t work. I’ve tried it.” “Then you know what you have to do. You gotta fuck her until she’s out of your system.” “Would be easy if she would fuck me again.” “Well, Casanova, you can try to woo her.” “Woo her? What is this, the fifties? Can’t we just bang?” “You could always buy her flowers or take her shopping. Take her out to dinner. Do whatever women like.”

I don’t know what that would do to our bond, or how much that would kill me, but all of a sudden, I can see what she is hinting at. She thinks dressing up and looking good will turn his head more than it already is. Make him want me more, in hopes he will find the will to stand up and claim what is rightfully his. Maybe push his lust buttons enough to force his hand, to mark me in the heat of passion like he almost did that night in the study. When the hormones of imprinting were at their strongest.