Claire Dearing Hot Novels & Stories

She asked, “Can you afford it - Oh, wait. Did you come here as an escort? That can be the only possibility! Haha!” Claire purposely sped her steps, wanting to inspect Alric and when she caught a glimpse of him, she was dumbstruck. It was clear to Alana that Claire was in awe of Alric. He may be very intimidating, maybe even frightening, but his athletic face, the bad-boy vibe that came with his long hair, and his perfectly molded body, could easily cut underwear strings! Yep, he was that hot, and Alana was proud to stand alongside him.

Darien whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "I love you too, Darien," I replied, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. Darien's hands roamed my body, setting my skin ablaze with desire. I felt myself melting into his touch, my very essence merging with his. "You're so beautiful, Claire," Darien murmured, his lips tracing a path of fire down my neck. "I'm only beautiful because of you, Darien," I replied, my voice filled with emotion.

Cole released erection sprang up and Claire wrapped her hand around it. “Mmm, happy to see me?” Claire asked his cóck like a bîtch. Her sexy female form clad in the lingerie topped only with a gold necklace and string of white pearls around her neck. “Not only m dîck.” Cole indicated and Claire reached out a hand to take his hard member in her other hand.

She whispered the last part secretively. Elena felt her curiosity peek at that. “What?” She was a little too excited. “They both have piercings on their cock.” But Claire didn't expect Elena to moan, literally moan at her words. “Elena!” She jabbed her lightly. “Those are my mates you're moaning about! Don't let me go all Jackie Chan on you! Besides Xavier is extra hot, if I wasn't already mated to two sexy hulks, I'll totally do him.” Claire smiled victoriously as she got the exact expression she was looking for.

||Clayton|| A few minutes after her transformation. Her scent exacerbated and her heat took over. Another moan echoed through the room and this time Claire’s need whacked me so hard that I nearly stumbled back….. Holy shit! The scent of her heat smashed into my nostrils in tenfolds. I stood on my ground so as not to trip over. My head moved from side to side and sweat beads on my forehead as I tried to remain focused. “Clayton, “ her voice crooked. “ I don't know what is happening to me. I feel so hot all over.”

‘DARLING, HOW ARE you?’ ‘Overworked and underpaid.’ Clare kissed Angela Barker on both cheeks then pulled herself back up on to the bar stool she had been occupying. Angela wriggled on to one beside her, the fact that this made the short skirt she was wearing reveal even more of her slender, shapely thighs attracting the attention of several men. ‘The usual?’ Clare asked. ‘Please.’

"Look at them." Perfect couple." Clara was dressed loud—red gown with a slit up the thigh, gold jewelry that caught every light, confident smile plastered on like she already owned the place. Damien looked sharp in his suit, but he didn't scan the room for Aria. Didn't even glance her way. Like she didn't exist. He laughed at something Clara said, head thrown back, carefree.

“As one of the organizers of this goddamn show. I had the right to also decide on who will play that role, Deen!” My last roar makes him start scratching his hair like a child. Grunting, I roll my head skyward. “But…she could do well, Claire. She’s proven she’s a good model. Take a look at her killer body…” “Don’t even go there!” I rashly say, throwing my hands up. Deen doesn’t know the cold war I and that little witchy prostitute are fighting. The fact that he reminds me of her killer curvy body! It makes me way snap his neck into two.