Claire Redfield Hot Novels & Stories

Gray Danvers moaned softly as he pulled his hot tongue up her clitoris. “Um.” She squirmed at the torture coming from Leon Redfield's wicked tongue. Her toes and back arched. Gray Danvers knew she was close to her limit. Leon Redfield sucked her core long and hard and pushed two fingers up over her hot, wet body. “Ahh!” Gray Danvers squealed with joy. Her fingernails scratched his back.

It wasn't like Claire had any feelings for Felix that wasn't disgust and hatred, she needed him alive and satiated so she could live her life and that was the only reason she screamed into the phone. “Answer me you bitch!” “Why don't we talk one-on-one?” The words came out as a request but it didn't sound like one. “No, I don't want to meet up with you.” “Then how about I send these videos I found on dear Felix's phone to every one of your followers?” The videos! Claire's knees sagged to the floor, “Please, you can't do that, you'll ruin me.” “You should've thought of that before you chose to work with Felix.” Her words are razor-sharp and meant to sting.

However, a tiny part of me reminded me that there was something with us men, wanting to protect women from themselves. I guess we're not that different from women looking to save men with big packages. Immediately, a redhead came to mind, when she didn't care that my life was turned upside down, getting into a relationship with a man about to get divorced, with a newborn son, and a lot of worries. The cigarette lost its flavor with the thought, bringing the bad mood to the moment. Just then, Claire came up next to me. -Are you available? she asked with a smile. She was not seductive, but shy. The real Claire. There was something in her tone, so hopeful, as if I were the only way out of her,

The amber glow from the pyre illuminated the open field. Hypnotized, Claire stared into the flames. Marian’s body lay motionless while the flames danced all around her. Claire never wanted to be around fire again, but she knew she needed to stay. Her dad needed her to stay. Cool fingertips on her wrist brought her out of her trance. She didn’t look back. She knew Mal’s touch. Could sense him with every fiber of her being. Claire took a deep breath, then entwined his fingers with her own.

He flagged the bartender with two fingers before even looking at Adrian. “You look awful," he muttered. “The trial is set for next month, Reeve is gunning for life. Adrian tightened his grip on the glass till it cracked. “And Claire?” Richard hesitated, his eyes shifting to the side. Which Adrian didn't miss. “She's….. dodging Reeve. She's shaky as hell but Vanessa,” he exhaled rubbing his hand on his face “Vanessa's holding steady. She keeps saying Elena was obsessed, unstable and playing it for the camera.”

"Well, as much as I love red, I don't think I need one right now. My mood is black recently so I'm going black the whole week." Gena laughed heartily. "That's why you need a good hunk, my love. We really should work on those untouched hormones so that all the tension gets out of your system." She was checking the shoes now. "A hunk? Well, maybe." Claire pondered. It's been ages since she last felt a man's touch, let alone a good touch. Well, apart from her rescuer that night that left a confusing impact. She strangely kept reliving the memory of her head resting on his stout chest, his strong arms holding her firmly.

"You haven't seen the pack forum posts? They were spotted having lunch at The Crescent yesterday. Everyone's saying he's interested in an alliance with the Redcliff Pack." Clara Redcliff. The beautiful daughter of the Redcliff Pack's Beta. I'd met her once at a formal pack gathering and remembered her perfectly styled hair and calculatingly sweet smile. "It's probably just business," I said, not believing my own words. "Business, my ass," Emma snorted. "The woman has been after Sylvan since before your mate-marking. And now Elizabeth is helping pave the way!" I closed my eyes, feeling sick. "Emma..."

V) We were in the living room watching some of my favourite movies when I felt his eyes on me and I tore myself away from bubbles and buttercup to look at him his eyes were full of love and adoration a look that he always gave me and one I hoped I returned full force he went to say something but the pack-house doors the ones located behind us were thrown open with enough force to knock an elephant off balance I turned to see a red-headed lady walk through the door covered in heavy makeup that did nothing to cover up the long deep crease lines on her face. "Cole darling," the lady said as she saw my mate "I've missed you so much" "Claire?" Cole said questioningly as he looked at her, I pulled

For one wild second I thought Julian had come storming in, temper blazing. Instead, I realized, with mortifying clarity, that I was wearing nothing but my drawers. The heat had been suffocating through the night, thick and wet, clinging to my skin like a second layer. I snatched the sheet to my throat, clutching it tight as if it were armor. Claire stood framed in the doorway. She was dressed as though she were stepping into a fiesta instead of a kitchen, she wore flaming red blouse, black skirt, and another flash of gold beneath it that caught the sun when she shifted. Pink combs speared through her dark hair like tiny weapons.

Just as Julie would answer her daughter, the villa door opened, and Claire walked in. “No time. I’m only here to grab a bite and take a quick shower. We have to finish the proposal for Elon Trust tonight.” She said as she hurriedly went to the bathroom and opened the door on unsuspecting Blake, getting out of the shower and showing all his glory and fantastic body with a shocked expression frozen on his face.