Kiara Moon Nude Romane & Geschichten

“What do you think love?” She looks up at me with a small smile, “They need to know. We can’t put our little moon at risk again. She’s strong, but until she shifts, she won’t reach her full potential. We will have to make it NOT look like protection though. I don’t want to be interrogated by her about why someone is protecting her. You know she can be relentless.” I hear Blake chuckle and look over at him.

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.

The most prettiest, gorgeous and breathtaking girl to ever exist. Alpha Audrey Rose Moon. She was average in height, but the strength and aura radiated off of her in waves. She screamed power and grace, and it drew me in like a leeche. She has jet black hair that flowed down her waist, grey eyes that looked like ashes after a glorious burn. And when they gazed at me, there was purple swirling around the pupils, making her look almost ethereal. She was slightly tan from probably staying out in the sun for too long, there was freckles around her nose and on her cheeks. It was too subtle unless you looked close. They only made her even more beautiful.

Ace says seriously, and I nod before we walk away. “Did he say anything more? I mean Kiara lacks night vision in return for her gift… what are you lacking? Aside from the lack of capability at keeping your walls up?” I mock, making her glare at me with those gorgeous eyes of hers. “You do not want to piss me off right before I heal you, because the moment I heal you, I’ll get to work on making another voodoo doll of you.” She frowns. I smirk as we come to a stop. Her aura is actually faintly visible. I’m not sure if it’s because it is under the full moon, but it’s there, a soft shimmering hue around her.

Kiara thought to herself while trolling behind Kal, whose lean figure looked a little bulkier than usual in an oversized pair of jeans and an old pale grey jacket. She slicked back her short curly ponytail for the umpteenth time that night, wiping her hands at the only pair of black denim she owned. Her heavily creased palms bled of sweat, the nerves eating her inside all the way out. "Um… Kal? Maybe we should go back…" She tapped at his small square shoulders while whispering inaudibly, causing him to grimace and fix his stand.

His hands dipped lower, to the tassel tie belted at her waist. “I have work to do,” Diana said, but she didn’t stop him, either. “The work will get done, but this can’t wait.” He pressed his arousal against her backside and she smiled. “If we keep doing it, I won’t be able to walk normally for a week.” “Hey, just think about if we were in our wolf coats.” Diana laughed. “Well, I’ve seen a wolf and his mate goat it, but . . .” “Half an hour at a time? Multiple times? Just know what you’re getting yourself into when the moon appears.” He pulled her robe open and slid his hands over her breasts.

KIARA’S POV The look on Kevin’s face was priceless when I slapped him. I didn’t want to do this but this was the best way to draw everyone’s attention. Now, they would be forced to listen to me. ‘Don’t speak a single word. Let me handle this.’ I had just mouthed these words when Cami pulled my hair and dragged me away from Kevin. She roared in an infuriated voice, “What do you think of yourself, Kiara? How dare you try to ruin my special day? I am the Luna of this pack. If you don’t leave immediately I will have you killed!”

And that knowledge is the only reason I’m still breathing normally. She grins suddenly. “Also, I think I’d rock a spotted loincloth like a frickin pro.” Great. Now my brain supplies an unsolicited mental image — Kiara in some leopard-skin, barely-there bikini thingy, regal as hell, strutting around like an African princess. I snort. Stress is wild like that. The nurse calls my name, slicing through the moment, and Kiara doesn’t let go of my hand as we stand. She keeps it clasped in hers as if the floor might give way beneath me.