Tequila Wolf Novels & Stories

over and over again. Eventually she grabs the glass and downs the water in one gulp “I need something stronger” I smiled “My kinda wolf” and went to find the Tequila, we passed the prophecy back and forth between us whilst taking shots of tequila. One thing about being a wolf, its hard for us to get drunk on alcohol, apparently being marked by your mate can make you feel drunk, but as I have not met mine yet, I still have not experienced it. Generally wolfs will go for strong alcohol and it will give a slight buzz but it will not last for long and therefore many wolves will have a huge storage of alcohol.

I have gotten close with my cousins over the past few years and my family was tight and cool. Tibbs is fun when he wants to be, he even offered me to visit him in Oceania and I will take him up on the offer but not now. I said, "Are you ready, fish Boy?" Ocea growled and Dread smiled and was ready for action, Connor's wolf Mystic was fascinating to look at, he was a red wolf but that's because of his demon side that he keeps dormant. No one wants to wake his demon up and Ty can confirm that for sure but he is a great guy anyway. Toffe walked over to Teku and we sat there waiting for our prey, Toffe said, "Teku you have two choices, door number one, Tibbs can kill you now, here in front of ev

My wolf won’t have this! ^~^

He forced my mouth open with his tongue, and plunged inside, delivering his delicious flavor with a tantalizing stroke. He tastes so good, my Wolf moaned. I agreed. Sweet tequila, virile male and just a hint of me remained from his earlier exploration -decadence worthy of an award. I wrapped one hand around his neck and curled the other through his hair, my nails grazing across his scalp. He shuddered.

Lethal. A shadow streaking through fire and ash— I, Xavier Da La Vega, the Black Wolf, born from pain and purpose. I howled—not a challenge. A plea. The golden wolf’s gaze fixed on the woman huddled protectively over her child. "NO...please no...," The woman cried and begged.

I growled sourly, surprising him. It gave me satisfaction to catch Jaxon off guard. I was a werewolf, and modesty wasn't a virtue; surely he knew that,” I murmured. Stormy was howling in laughter in my head as I swiftly took the shot of Dog Star whiskey without issue. Little did Jaxon know that I could handle my liquor or so I thought. The Dog Star liquor was made specifically to intoxicate werewolves and wasn't the same as the human kind I'd consumed. Egads I was going to get wasted...I couldn't let either of them see the whip scars on my back my father had given me.

he said, not through his voice, but through some kind of telepathy that he didn’t know he could use until now. Nico knew that he should get his friend off him. But how could he not struggle when he was also secretly enjoying the strong rhythm of the heartbeat closest to him? Goodness, if he let himself get horny, he would have rolled his eyes back in pleasure right now. But no, this was his friend, not some mindless thrall that he could play with as he pleased. “Hey man, stop it!” he said as he made an effort to push the man-wolf back. The werewolf was certainly stronger than him, but it didn’t mean that he couldn’t do anything. “Get a hold of yourself!”

“We’ve got company.” “Where?” Dickson asked. “About three miles out. Unknown wolves. Not rogues. Not packed.” “Rosa’s people?” I asked. Kelvin nodded. “Maybe. But we can’t trust that.” Dickson grabbed his coat. “Let’s go.” “No,” Kelvin said. “Let me meet them first.” Dickson hesitated, then nodded. “Take backup.” Kelvin left. And the house grew quiet again. Kelvin I drove alone, but I wasn’t unarmed. Two blades. One gun. My wolf is alert and just beneath the surface.

Having gathered her thoughts, Anika decided that it was time to take action and interrogate him to find out what was happening. - So, now tell me, what or who are you? - the girl demanded, holding the mop at the ready like a spear. - Why did you become attached to me? And why the hell do you become a human in my house, but a dog outside the door? The guy glanced sideways at her, chewing and swallowing his food. Anika, feeling his gaze on her, clutched the mop tighter. “Well, first of all, I’m not a dog, but a wolf,” the guy beamed with a smile, “if you’re so bad at understanding.”