Lena Mouse Nude Novels & Stories

Delilah smirked at me. “That’s enough Delilah. What are you doing here?” Kane asked, coming into the room. “I need to speak with you in private. It’s a pack matter.” Delilah said. “You can speak here. She did tell you that she’s the Luna.” “I don’t recognise her as the Luna yet.” Delilah said. “Well, in that case. Leave.” Kane said. And she looked at him like she was trying to determine whether he was kidding or not. It wasn’t long before she realized that he wasn’t.

Here, every creature leaves a trace. “Don’t get too excited,” I told Lena. “When you actually see one, remember to keep your face under control.” She smirked confidently. “Relax. I have professionalism.” I chuckled softly and said nothing more. And then the deer slowly stepped out from the treeline. Sunlight hit its sleek form. Ears flicking, eyes impossibly clean. Lena froze, holding her breath like she’d accidentally stumbled into a fairytale. “Don’t stare too long,” I whispered.

I said as I pushed the door lightly to the side and its hinges creaked as it swung open. Lena groaned, grabbing her phone from the vanity table and turning to face me. Tiredness was etched in her gaze yet those blue eyes seemed to hold so much life in them. She didn't even bother hiding her hard nipples from sight, nor did she look ashamed that her clit was popping out of her pussy. “Are you part of the cleaning crew?” she asked lazily in an accent that was a gentle blend of local and Russian. “Do you need an autograph on your penis?"

At least not yet. Then she smiled. "They even brought up Lena. They said that being slim and beautiful doesn't automatically make someone a good Luna. Apparently, Lena barely attends the pack court meetings, and the last time she did, it ended in chaos." I couldn't help the small smile that touched my lips. "So they said all that?" "Yes." She nodded proudly, her eyes brightening. "See? I told you there was hope." I laughed softly. "Don't get carried away, Mira."

-Emilio- Anastazie showed up for the Mate's Moon Ball looking gorgeous. Her white hair shined in the moonlight and the red lipstick she had picked brought her goddess like features out. She was a sight to behold yet she was obilvious to the young Alpha who were unmated stealing glances at her. Many packs called her the snow white of the wolves due to her beautiful white hair and fair skin. And me in my young stupidity had tricked our pack that she was weird and ugly. I felt jealously as all the other young males oogled her. She was mine, I had known her the longest. Many of the men sniffed the air as she absent mindedly walked past them. They were all hoping she'd be their mate and their pac

Lena sat in a chair by the window. Her eyes were open. Her hands were folded in her lap. She was breathing slow, steady, automatic. But she wasn't there. Her face was smooth. Empty. Like a house with no one inside. Nell walked to her. Knelt in front of her. "Can you hear me?" Nell asked. Lena didn't respond. "Can you see me?" Nothing. Nell looked at Lena's hands. At the place where the crescent mark used to be. The skin was smooth. Unmarked. Like she had never been an alpha at all.

Then she unhooked the bra and tossed them revealing her hard pink nipples as she pulled down her panties as she revealed the V shaped hair on her pussy. The air was cool against her skin, and goosebumps rose along her arms. She positioned herself near the soft light, just as she had seen in the other paintings. One leg bent, shoulders tilted, her hands loose at her sides. Damien’s breath caught, but he forced himself to stay composed. He lifted his brush. His knuckles were white around the handle. “Hold still,” he ordered softly. His voice had dropped, thick with restraint. Lena held his gaze for a moment before looking away, her heart pounding. She was completely bare, but the way he looked

“Greedy already. But we’re taking our time.” She guided Claire backward until the backs of her knees hit the wide velvet chaise lounge. Lena gently pushed her down so she was sitting, then lying back. Lena remained standing for a moment, slowly unbuttoning her own black blouse. She shrugged it off, revealing smooth olive skin and a simple black bra that barely contained her full breasts. She unfastened her trousers next and stepped out of them, leaving her in just her lingerie. Her body was toned and confident, hips curving beautifully, thighs strong.

Nadia’s head fell back with a broken moan. Lena finally stood. She shed the harness—leaving herself completely naked—and knelt in front of Harper. Harper’s mouth was still buried in Nadia, but Lena gripped her chin, tilted her face up just enough. “Look at me while you come.” Harper’s eyes—wide, glassy—locked on Lena’s. Lena slid three fingers inside Harper without warning—deep, curling hard against her front wall. Harper’s cry was muffled against Nadia’s pussy. Lena fucked her fast—relentless—thumb grinding circles over Harper’s clit.

Lena," Melissa said, her eyes bulging out in awe. Lena was huge, no she was humongous. She laid right in front of her and stretched her claws towards her as if showing her that they were neatly manicured. Melissa stepped back to admire her more and what caught her attention the most was her eyes. Lena's eyes held a yellow wolf like iris. The kind that will glow in the dark but within it was like a turbulent wave of darkness. It was a vortex that seemed to suck everything around it into itself.