Lucianne Freesia Paw Novels & Stories

"I will bring you a flower tomorrow. A special one. Just for you. But you must be quiet. It is a secret between us. Like the dragon." Luna sniffed, wiped her nose on her silk sleeve, and nodded. "Okay. But it better be bigger than Mommy’s." The next morning, I was prepared. I waited for the delivery. But this time, Lucien didn't leave the flowers on the vanity. I entered my room to find Lucien himself standing there. He was holding a massive bouquet of Stargazer lilies, flowers so potent and "hot" their scent was almost dizzying. He was dressed in a charcoal suit that looked like it cost more than a mid-sized sedan, and he was leaning against my bed, his amber eyes tracking me with a look of

The flowers slipped from my fingers one after another, falling helplessly to the floor. Lucian was on the bed. Half naked and two women beneath him. They turned their gaze to me in shock and I recognized them. The twin girls he had brought back from war recently, Maya and Naya. The same girls he claimed he rescued. The same girls he said would work as omegas in the pack. One of them laughed breathlessly while Lucian kissed her neck. The other ran her fingers down his chest possessively. I couldn’t breathe. I just stood there frozen while my wolf, Ava cried painfully inside me.

I felt like a lamb politely greeting wolves. Then I saw him — Caisen. Leaning against a marble pillar like a bored god, swirling champagne in his glass, watching me with a knowing tilt of his lips. His suit was white. His smirk darker than sin. Lucian muttered, “Don’t engage.” “I didn’t say anything,” I replied. “You thought it.” Before I could protest, Lucian turned us toward another couple. The woman wore emeralds like armor. The man had a crescent-shaped scar down his neck.

He asked with his usual mischievous smile. "Anxious." She answered. Luciana was putting on a long yellow dress that covered her legs. The sleeves also covered her hands. Raziel then slowly began to pull the dress up, bundling it on her thighs, exposing her legs. Luciana wondered what he was up to, but she didn't try to stop him. Soon, he exposed her knees and was beginning to reveal her bare thighs. Now she felt mortified, and she moved backwards. "Just relax Lucy. Okay?"

I felt like a princess for a moment. "Now, the shoes." Diana lifted the heels up and my jaw dropped. "Diana! The heels are too high!" "What?!" "I can't wear this." "Ugh! Come on Annabel.." "I'm sorry." She ruffled her hair for a moment before lighting up. "Hayden!!!!" She yelled. I covered my ears. "What." He said at the door. "Get me the shoe box under my bed in my room stat. " "Why?" "Do you want to see your Luna in 5 minutes or not."

I caught a small glimpse of it but only for a sheer moment before it disappears as though it evaporated along with the mist. "Purple eyes." I mouth in disbelief. What more is the way he flawlessly disappeared made me question his kind. I've never seen a wolf with purple eyes and that only leads to the fact that he's on the Lycan's side... or that if he was embedded with witchcraft. But just the thought of anything that gives a hint of being a Lycan ambushing us like this and right inside our very lands pisses me off. "Luna." Claude wraps my cloak around me while helping me up.

he murmured. My lips curved into a small smile, but before I could reply, I heard a tired sigh that wasn’t mine, coming from somewhere deep inside. ‘Needy prince,’ Lumia spoke lazily. ‘Tell him to scratch my back, and I’ll scratch his!’ A laugh came out of me before I could stop it. Kylan looked confused. “What?” “Maybe if you tell me more about your Lycan,” I teased, helping Lumia. “She will consider letting you in.”

Now he wants to torture me. He trailed kisses up my chest, across my collar bone, to my neck, where he kissed and sucked. Keeping his one hand on my wrists, he ran his other hand along my body and curves, his fingers aiming for their destination. His index finger found my clit, rubbing gently in circles. I cried out as he touched me, trying to pull my hands away so I could touch him. He laughed softly as he leaned over my ear. "What did I say, Lilith? No touching allowed."

Lucian growled, and the irritation was clear in his voice. Suddenly, Ambrosia stood from the table and walked over to Lucian. He admired her as she walked, watching the bioluminescence float behind her as she moved. If I didn’t know better, I would say that the look in his eyes held a bit of desire. “Would you dance with me, Lucian?” She asked, holding her hand out. He raised one eyebrow at her, I could see that he was trying to figure out what she was up to.

She stared at the mud between her fingers and waited. Lucian stood five feet away. She could smell him even through the wet—cedar and pine and the warm musk she'd buried her face in for three years, the scent that meant home, meant safe, meant I am yours and you are mine and nothing in this world can touch us. He wasn't wearing his ceremonial jacket. Black sweater, collar soaked, no pack markings. Like he wanted to be anyone else in this moment. "Lila Winstone," he said, and his voice cracked on the first syllable—a fracture so small she might have missed it if she hadn't known every sound he made.