Lucianne Freesia Paw Novels & Stories

“You feel so cool.” “Who do you think I am?” For her pleasure, I produce a deep frown. “Your personal ice pack?” Her giggle squeezes my chest. “How do you feel?” I ask. “Like I’m about to puke on you.” “Could you please puke on Sparkles first?” She gives it a long thought before formally declaring, “As you wish.” Lucien joins us a few minutes later. He presses his lips to Daisy’s temple and gives her what he announces to be the first of her California presents—a large pink giraffe that I cannot figure out where or when he acquired.

He didn't hurt her, but his large hands slammed against the glass on either side of her head, completely trapping her in his heavily muscled cage. "I had to sit in a dark room and watch a foreign parasite kiss your hand on live television," Lucian snarled, his chest heaving violently against hers. "I watched him circle you at the gala tonight. He thinks you are free. He thinks he can buy you with a piece of blue glass."

" She was pressed against the mattress by Lucian. He leaned against her, straddling her knee with his, pressing his arousal hard against her thigh while his finger traced the contour of one of her breasts, then the other. A groan rose from deep inside her throat as her body tingled and her nubs peeked out to the barest of his touches. Even if she tried, she couldn't deny her attraction to him. "Speak the truth to me. You hadn't ever seen a wolf in heat, had you? not till we had an ideal union. not until I made you my own. Ravena, come to me as you do in my fantasies. Lucian gave her a forehead kiss while waiting to see how she would respond. She looked into his heavily lidded eyes, which wer

Glistening and shiny. "Do you think if you struggle from now till tomorrow, you will be able to free yourself from my grip? Keep dreaming," Lucien says indifferently, not showing any sign of releasing her wrist any time soon. "You should better apologize to Brianna, if not I'll hold your wrist till your hand falls off. After all, the hand is of no use since all you use it to do is go about slapping people."

After speaking, Lily began unbuttoning his shirt. Suddenly, Lucian gripped her wrist tightly. Lucian's brow furrowed, and his hoarse voice carried a stern warning, "Leave. Don't touch me." "Lucian," Lily whispered, "It's me, Lily." Despite being intoxicated, Lucian's grip didn't loosen, as if he had no intention of letting her go. "Lucian ..." Lily's voice grew louder, and the intense pain at her wrist made her forcefully withdraw her hand, attempting to break free from his restraint.

Lucian opened the lid of the bowl of ice cream. "Thank you." Aurelia reached her hand out to get the bowl of ice cream from him but Lucian pulled it towards him with a smirk. "You have three seconds to have your panties on the table, Princess." Aurelia shivered at his words. "3" She quickly pulled her skirt up. "2" Aurelia grabbed the hem of her panties and jerked it down as quickly as she could. "1" She had her panties on the table at that count.

Lucian whispered in her ear. “What did you have in mind” I asked breathlessly. Lucian gave Lorian a wink and he pressed a button that proceeded to lean the seats back. Lorian moved between my legs and pressed his nose into my panties and inhaled deeply. “I love the smell of your arousal” He breathed heavily on my cotton clad pussy. The warmth of his breath turning me on even more.

"And that same night, the wolves went berserk. You bribed the servant then, didn't you?" "I didn't—" Lucian picked up the bills from the head chef's and the servant's hands and brought them to his nose. A bitter smile twisted his lips. "When I was stationed out west, I learned how to blend pheromone-based scents. I created a signature fragrance just for you—called it 'Falling Snow.' You're the only person in the world who wears it, and you spray it on every single day. Even your money carries that scent." His voice dropped, laced with disgust. "So tell me, what excuse do you have left? I thought you were innocent, fragile, someone who needed my protection. But you're vicious, and you framed

That name is funnier than anything I could have brought up. I turn around to face the window. I'm locked in a trance. A lucid dream as it seems. My thoughts rotate around her. "Liliana." I taste her name on my lips. She is supposed to be an Emit, sold to the low class Viatores, but why did Lucas gift her to me? Inhaling sharply again, I perceive a super feminine scent of warm floral jasmine, freesia and rose with sprinkled strawberry vanilla. Soothing. Silent. But then, the door yanks off, colossally breaking into fragments. A scent of cinnamon, grapefruit with mint citrus and faint floral jasmine streams in before my eyes captures Lucas' frame.

He wanted her awake and aware and willing… for much more than just kissing. Luciano leaned lower and left a soft kiss on Talia’s forehead. Delightful sparks tingled his lips, and he inhaled a shaky breath which filled his system with the sweet citrusy scent of freesia. This was far from enough, but it would have to do until the time is ripe and he got to put that kiss where it belonged, on Talia’s lips… and the rest of her.