Lucianne Freesia Paw Novels & Stories

She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

He would lose himself in this woman. How the hell had he gotten to this point? The world had turned upside down, or he truly had moved past Pebbles. He stiffened in her arms; the thoughts of Pebbles had deflated him. Vica seemed to know what was going on because she bit into his neck. Lucian had never been bitten by another Vampire. He moaned as she sucked on his neck. His hands moved to her ass, pulling her closer. When he moved her, he noticed that she had undone his pants.

His eyes caught my glistening pussy lips from my lacy panty. I smirked sultrily because he was finally losing control of himself. I could see it from the way his guard loosened, expression and body language telling how crazy his mind was going. He swallowed, then managed to put a few words together, “get down from there, Vanessa,” “Why? Don't you want to touch one of these goodies in front of you?” He said nothing. He only… blinked. Lucian tried to look away but every time he tried to keep his eyes away from my body, his gaze kept creeping back to my spread pink cunt, my boobs and the shape of my hard visible nipples

" he breathed. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎My lips were slightly parted, and his— ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Please rest your hands above her waistline," the photographer directed. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Lucas's hands traced up from my thighs, moving slowly until they rested on the soft piece of fabric at my waist. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"You look quite stunning in these lacy panties," he murmured softly. "Trust me, Victoria... you don't make it easy for me." ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"That look! Perfecto!" the photographer called out, blowing a kiss into the air.

Lucien Gray frivolously pinches Fiona's face, a deep kiss on her delicate red lips. Fiona slightly struggles, "Lucien, no! There is someone around!" Hearing what she said, Lucien's actions become wilder rather than restrained. Fiona Turner gives a low cry of pain.

Until her. The meadow was peaceful this time of day. Deer ran around the edges of the forest. River twinkling in the sunlight. Small stones made up the river bed. All the while fish played in the mild current. Luciana was still in her birthday dress. A beautiful lavender creation that fell to her knees. Blonde hair shimmered with the same iridescences as the river just beyond her. Her smile was on full display for the world, a far cry from the frown she had donned whilst we were surrounded by other pack members. Dandelions went flying as she blew on them. Tinkling laughter filled the air when she turned towards me. Her fourteenth birthday and no one had remembered. Bothered to get her anythi

, James taunts. "Your mate or your son?". "Leave her to me", Lucian says. Lucian comes into the cell and walks over to Annaliese before bending down to her level. He stares at her and traces a clawed thumb across her lips and down to her jaw. "Don't touch me", she spits in his face. Lucian cleans his face and ignores her. Then he places one of her hands in his and licks her bleeding wrist. "Get away from her", Kieran growls. Something animalistic and dangerously low.

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.

He wouldn’t have to lie to her every time she would ask when she could come live with him. He walked into the dark corridor lit only by a flickering light bulb, bright enough only to see the dark pigtails on the girl holding a doll he had gotten her only a year ago. She must have heard footsteps because as Lucian approached, she lifted her head, her face brightening up with a smile as she bounded to him all smiles and innocence that it disarmed Lucian for a second. She leaped into his arms without warning but Lucian caught her just in time and welcomed it with everything in him. The smell of the citrus shampoo he had gotten her on the fifty second birthday reminded him of a certain dark hair

Fred. —This wine is really delicious. — said Luciana, Mrs. Lisa smiled at her with true affection. —It's because it's one of our specialties, it's called Frozen Rosé. — Luciana smiled with fascination, Santiago couldn't stop looking at her, he had noticed a special shine in her eyes as soon as they arrived and saw the incredible place. The place was incredible and spacious, it had a large parking lot and parking for many cars. —I love it, I will definitely have our wedding here —Irina said determinedly. - Do you agree? —She asked her fiancé