Novel & Cerita Garnold X Clukr

I drawled, knowing it was a complete lie. He cupped my chin and pulled my head back until our eyes met, "You're a bad liar, baby," Gunnar declared, increasing his pace to one that was unforgivable and yet exquisite. He had my body rocking with amounts of pleasure I could never get used to as the sound of flesh slapping echoed in the room, "touch yourself." He demanded of me and I obeyed, spreading the wetness that gathered between my legs along my folds and rubbing it along my clit. My body vibrated with ecstasy but he wasn't done yet because he went on to say, "touch yourself the way you do when I'm not there to take care of this needy tight cunt. Show me how you slid your fingers inside of

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

Harlan skated over slowly, his stick resting casually across his shoulders, his crew rolling up behind him. “Well, look who it is,” Harlan said, “The new girl. What’s the matter? Lose your way to the figure skating rink?” “Just showing you how to actually finish a play,” I said, leaning casually on my stick, “Your boy over there has sloppy wrist action. I figured your team could use a live demonstration from someone who actually knows how to handle a puck.” The guys behind him laughed, “she just called your wrists sloppy, Miller!” one of them jeered.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw them. Cael Ardent and the other two were huddled in the corner, sneaking glances at me, their eyes filled with both fear and expectation. I said nothing. I tore off a chunk of meat from the boar and tossed it over. "Eat. Don’t hold back." Then I turned, built a fire with the wood, and skewered a piece of meat on a branch, holding it over the flames. The cave fell into deathly silence. They stared at the meat in their hands, eyes nearly bulging, throats bobbing as they swallowed.