Claire Redfield Hot Novels & Stories

Like moths drawn to a flame. One in a red sequined dress slithered close. "Alpha Theo," she purred. "I didn’t know you were back in these parts." Claire's hand tightened around her clutch. I smiled politely. "Just here for Bob's engagement." "Of course," she said, dragging her eyes down my body. "If you ever feel like celebrating privately..." "He's not interested," Claire cut in, her tone sweet but firm. The she-wolf blinked at her. "And you are?"

When he finally pulls back, just enough to breathe against my lips, I hear the sound that splits everything in half. Bare footsteps stopping abruptly. Claire is standing in the corridor, three meters from the kitchen door. Bare feet, a flannel star-patterned nightgown, and hair loose from last night’s braids. She holds a red rose against her chest—the rose she went to get for her father. Her clear eyes go from me to Harvey, who still has a hand on my waist. Then back to me. She reads the entire situation in a fraction of a second. The slightly messy hair. The irregular breathing. The claustrophobic closeness. The shine on the lips that isn’t mine.

"Generally his girlfriends were hot and sexy models and actresses. Everyone was thinking that he would marry some pretty model, but he married a simple girl like you." "Well it was also breaking news." She laughed on her joke herself, but it was not a joke to her anymore. Claire came out wearing her dress above her mid-thighs, with a deep back and a deep neck also. Not so deep to make it vulgar, in fact she was looking very hot in this. Shine left speechless seeing her like this. She was trying to make her feel low and here she came giving her a tight slap on her face. "Shina, there must be some diamond earrings in the left drawer. Give them to me." Claire said to her, Shina turned and found

I can see why Effie, Thea, and Lily told me about the intense infection of Wolfe's billion-dollar smile that you can never resist. I should be a woman with pride. I shouldn't go down on my knee because of this delicious island god. I should stand my ground and keep arguing with him. I should have him on his knees and kiss my foot. Oh god, the thought of him doing so while intimate makes my body flare up in heat between my legs. "Claire? You okay?" I stammer back and am shocked by his closeness. My heart is racing. I clear my throat. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. Let's open this baby up and rescue your mother."

"It was never that simple. Audrey, you really irritated me. We were separated by a thick, heated silence. I was no longer sure what to believe. I was unable to disentangle the complex and entangled web of danger and desire that was Damien. But a piercing voice pierced the garden before I could reply. As she entered the frame, Claire drewled, "Well, isn't this a touching scene?" Malice glistened in her eyes, and she wore a sleek, blood-red outfit that clung to her physique. "Damien, you are an expert at picking them. Me first, and now her? Damien tensed up, his whole body twitching like a spring. He murmured, "Claire," icily. "Get her out of here." Claire's grin, however, become sarcastic and

His mouth touched her ear lobe, making her wriggling intense. "Look, what you have made him do to you! Tyler Murphy doesn't react unless he's given a clear opportunity. You served it to him on a platter, Claire. You called the heat from RavenMoore to Bloomcrest." Her eyes flared and shock and anger dueled for emotional control. "You have lost your mind, Hunter! I feel sad that your wife is incapable of keeping you in senses." Claire spewed while wriggling her torso in an effort to get away.

That was when she risked a look at Claire. The wolf was so angry that her eyes were glowing, and a snarl was stuck on her lips. Training would be painful again tonight if the coach mixed their classes again, she was sure. “I never come to eat in this dreadful place, but I thought I’d see what all the fuss is about,” Jared laughed. “I’m not disappointed. Little Red has tiny little claws.” Claire stormed out of the room, but the look she threw her before she walked out of the door promised vengeance.

I need answers first. We keep working, the room quiet except for typing and Vorian’s calls. I am lost in the logs, my mind racing; Holt, the envelopes, the breach. I am scared, more than I wanna admit. Someone is watching, and they are close. Too close. Then I notice it; a faint red smudge on Claire’s tablet case, left on the couch from when she showed us the news. It is the same red as my envelopes, bright, unnatural. My heart slams, my breath catching. Claire? No way. She has been with NexusVibe forever, running herself ragged for Vorian.

Claire is going to have a lot of questions for me *********