Dont Trust A Werewolf

Dont Trust A Werewolf

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Sep 10, 2016
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Paranormal
* Alternating Points of View * Getting hit by a car while walking home from your friend's house isn't fun, especially when the crash is so bad, you're lying on the cold pavement alone on the brink of death. You're surrounded by nothing but woods and you take in a deep sigh to await death. But right when your vision is about to go out, you're saved. Warm liquid is forced down your throat and you look up to see the face of an angel looking frantically down at you. The miracle liquid somehow keeps the darkness from fully taking over back and just as fast as he came, he's gone. You get up slowly, and you're fine? The only evidence of being hurt is the dent in the car and your blood-stained clothes. But how are you ok? And the angel.. you know you just hit your head, but you knew that was no angel. That was your best friend who had been acting strange and hasn't talked to you in three weeks since he disappeared with the group of guys from school you had both vowed to avoid. Why did he look so different? How did he save you? And more importantly, what did he mean when he said "She's mine?"
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"Goddess, you're so perfect." he breathed the words, staring up at her as she moved rhythmically up and down above him, her breasts bouncing as he gripped her hips, trying to hold back the wave that he felt building inside of him. She just looked and felt so fucking good. "Do female wolves mark their mates?" She leaned forward as she asked the question in a low voice, sliding her arms along his chest as she shifted her position, moving her legs close together so that he was even tighter inside of her as his hands came down to grip her ass, thrusting into her from below. "Yes." he was barely able to gasp out the word. "Not in my pack. But in many- most even- other packs." "Why not yours?" He felt her mouth slip forward, her tongue teasing the same place he had marked on her body half an hour earlier. "The men in our pack just haven't allowed it. It's a sign of claiming and-" her teeth grazed the spot lightly, not hard enough to break the skin, but he felt a mixture of pleasure and pain shoot through his body and he drew in a sharp breath, his head tilting back automatically as he offered her better access to the spot. "It shows that you belong to your mate. Doesn't it? Like I belong to you?" "Yes." He murmured, gripping her more tightly, so close to the edge he knew he'd lose control at any moment. He only hoped he could bring her to the peak of pleasure again first. He'd thought she was close. "Nova." He knew his voice sounded desperate. "Can I mark you, Alpha?" ---------------------------------- When Nova stumbles into pack lands and is captured by the Blazing Moon pack she knows that she has to escape. She makes a daring escape only to be tracked down by their Alpha. But their meeting isn't at all what either or them expected. Can he convince her to stay? Or will a petite female rogue be the one to bring down one of the fiercest Alpha's on the continent? ⚠️THIS STORY HAS EXPLICIT SCENES AND MATURE CONTENT. IT IS NOT ADVISED FOR THOSE YOUNGER THAN 18

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