Clawdeen X Toralei の小説・ストーリー

Unable to resist temptation again, Riley closed his mouth over her clit, drawing hard on the button of flesh and lightly scraping his teeth over it. Just like that, without any other stimulation or warning, Lia convulsed in his grip, holding onto him for dear life as her body shook with shudder after shudder. Riley kept his mouth fastened on her as the unexpected, sudden climax rolled through her. The last tremor had barely died away when he went back to work on her, this time licking her inner lips and drawing his tongue through her slit.

Everyone started to be warier and focused as their instincts sensed an immense danger. Tiana on the other hand, felt that a ferocious clash was about to commence so she tightened her hold on Dalton. She had not seen Dalton in a real fight before. But she had a feeling that these two werewolves were far stronger and way more skillful than any of Nicklaus’ men. Rex was also on his kill mode

"Do your eyes know his skin, Mr. Raeken?" Liam's expression darkens into pure hatred in a second. "Of course my wolf knows him. Right now, his skin has my dear cousin Lydia Hale, the Bloodclaw Pack Heiress, completely wrapped around his little finger." He turns his face toward Theo and says, "Theo, remember the deadly Eclipse Draught your hands gave my body to use? Derek Hale was the exact wolf who neutralized its poison completely."

The stranger steps between us before I can find words, his shoulder angled slightly in front of mine, not touching me, just there. "Let go of her." "Who the hell are you to tell me anything about my mate," Dean snaps. "She was never yours to reject." His voice doesn't rise. It doesn't need to. "You made sure of that yourself." Dean's grip finally loosens, more from shock than obedience. His eyes flash gold, wolf riding too close to the surface, and for one strange second I see something underneath the anger that looks almost like fear. Then it's gone. He storms off without another word, leaving me standing there with my heart hammering and my arm throbbing and a bond I never asked for lighti

The room felt suffocating, the air thick with unspoken tension. Lysandra’s gaze remained fixed on Kaelen as he stood across from her, his posture rigid, a storm brewing behind his sharp golden eyes. She clutched the photographs in her hands, her knuckles white, her heartbeat thrumming in her chest. Each picture was a reminder of the horrors that had begun haunting her. The figures—those unnatural beings—appeared only in the frame, but their presence lingered in her mind, haunting her thoughts.

Because what she presented violated the rules set for humans and aroused the fury of werewolves. The live broadcast erupted in chaos, fuelled by rage. An eerie sensation slithered down my spine while adrenaline surged through my bloodstream because I fucking loved it. Five perfectly sharpened blades that resembled claws, only thinner and more lethal. “What is this?” I questioned, ignoring the mayhem behind me. “These are tiger claws that I’ve created, it is set to enhance a wolf’s power and strength during their transformation state.”

Torren would come at me with everything he had, and I'd have to match him, claw for claw, fang for fang. Torren lunged without warning, his massive frame moving with surprising speed. I darted to the side, narrowly avoiding the swipe of his claws. He recovered quickly, spinning to face me, his eyes gleaming with a predator's hunger. "You can't run forever," he taunted, advancing again. "Who said I was running?" I countered, feinting to the left before slashing at his side with my claws. They tore through fabric and grazed flesh, drawing blood. Torren growled, the sound primal and furious. "You'll regret that."

But then, out of the corner of his eye, Shadow saw something that filled him with hope. Tela was leading the charge, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination. She leapt at the Dark Wolf, and her claws connected with its face. The Dark Wolf roared in pain, and it staggered back. For a moment, it was dazed, and Shadow seized his chance. He leapt forward, and his teeth sank deep into the Dark Wolf's throat. The Dark Wolf let out a gurgling cry, and it fell to the ground, its body still. The pack let out a howl of triumph, and Shadow stood tall, his chest heaving.

Hale muttered, touching the edge of a cracked console for balance. Ronan did not answer. He roared. A deafening, guttural explosion of sound that shook dust from the overhead beams and rattled the air like thunder trapped inside stone. The bear‑alpha towered over Kiera in a shield of fur, muscle, and fury, his claws gouging deep scars into the floor. The moment Hale flicked his wrist, Ronan lunged. Metal shrieked. The stun device in Hale’s hand sparked and died as Ronan crushed it beneath his claws.

“What?” “Impossible!” “They were crushed!” Growls rippled through the benches. Several wolves half-shifted in agitation, claws scraping stone. I stepped forward into the noise. “They have regrouped beyond the eastern ridge. Markings carved into the pines. Patrol routes. And the name Torag used to rally.” Gasps. Selene, seated among Torin’s clan, went pale. Torin turned slowly toward Clay. “Alpha… when did you learn of this?” Clay’s shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly.