I’m writing up a little story about a woman who meets a werewolf in a cemetery of all places. The excitement starts rather quickly because I don’t like to beat around the bush. The werewolf shifter may look like this pic. What do you think I should name him? Suggestions welcomed. Please add a comment to this article.
I have William or Luke in mind so far. A friend also mentioned Wolfgang as a name which I like too. Please check the end of the article of a snippet from the current story in progress called “Leah Discovered.”
Snippet from “Leah Discovered (Werewolf Erotica #1)”
“Get the f**k off of me, you freak!”
“You have a lovely dirty little mouth, my sweet.” His fingers of his free hand laced around strands of my hair as it cascaded over the contours of my firm breasts. He squeezed one of the nipples hard through the bodice of my taffeta dress.
A low moan slipped past my lips. “Get…away…from…,” I didn’t finish my sentence because his lips found mine.
He drove his tongue into my mouth, circling and darting his tongue around mine. His hot breath seared my face. He swept his moist tongue over my lips, and then kissed me deeply again. A wave of bliss spread through me. He paused for a moment, gazing at me, perhaps searching my eyes for a reaction. I was stunned, but amazed. I could see the passion surfacing in his eyes.
“Yes,” I moaned.
Then he covered my mouth hungrily again. His deep kisses sent the pit of my stomach into a wild swirl, igniting my pu**y in unimaginable delights.