Lavender Mulder Nude Novels & Stories

I walked out of the room, heading to the kitchen to find some water to drink, since my throat felt completely dry. “Hey, Bella,” I rolled my eyes when I heard a familiar voice at the door of the kitchen. Lavender stood at the door, dressed in a yellow floral dress with spaghetti straps, her blonde hair brushed down neatly. I already made up my mind not to ever speak to her, until her Luna initiation is done and Damien probably lets me go, I just hope he also rejects me, at least it’ll be a confirmation that he knows I’m his mate and just doesn’t like me for being a stealer.

I do not know this man, and what if he tries to kill me? He had a long painful scar on his face and it's looks someone claw at his face. His blue eyes complimented his long brown hair. "Uhmm, I'm Lilac" I stood up my hand covering my private part, he didn't at all averted his gaze, I knew werewolves were okay with nudity but Geez! Man! Let a girl some privacy. I almost blurted that out. His eyes went up to my chest and I quickly took one hand from my private region to clad my expose mould.

"Okay, here's another one. Charges of electricity travel over our skin when we're being touched by our significant others. Does the same happen when Alpha Vaughan touches you?" Just raw, hot desire. Having this conversation with a fourteen year old suddenly seemed uncomfortable. "No, it doesn't. Wouldn't that, I don't know, electrocute me to death or something?" She snorted, then began laughing. "I've always thought so, but the adults say it's... Pleasurable." My face scrunched. When she'd gotten a grip of herself, Nayla stared at me openly, perplexed. "Latents are really rare. I'd even say as rare as Links."

When he moved, the woman faintly groaned, “B—baby, ohh.” Top hair was messy and untidy. She virtually has nothing hidden; her back is naked. Her forehead began to perspire. As she enjoyed each stroke of pleasure, her lips parted. She cocked her head to the side and placed it on his shoulder. Laura Monteverde was in complete happiness as Alexander Salvador continued to manipulate her with his skilled hands and lips, starting at her chest. She shivered, aware of how close to her peak she was. “G—god, you’re so fucking good, Alex,” she exclaimed.

My hands shaking, I tapped the file. The first picture opened, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. It was Xavier. Lying in a dimly lit room, sprawled over a bed with tangled sheets. His shirt was undone halfway down his chest, his hair just slightly mussed. He looked. relaxed. Completely at ease. And the woman lying beside him, her head resting on his bare shoulder, was unmistakably Claudia.

He carried her up the steps and rapped on the warped wooden door with the butt of his rifle. It opened without a sound. A man stood framed in the lamplight. Older than Jonah, his beard gray-streaked, his frame wiry but unbent. His eyes, pale and sharp, missed nothing. “Rowan,” Jonah said, his voice tight. “She’s been marked.” Rowan’s gaze dropped to Evelyn, lingering on the glowing crescent beneath her skin. For a moment, silence stretched. Then he stepped aside. “Bring her in.” The cabin smelled of smoke and wild herbs. Dried bundles of sage and yarrow hung from the rafters, jars of roots and powders lining crooked shelves. A fire roared in the hearth, casting long shadows across animal pel