Lucky Lilah Nude Novels & Stories

The amber liquid burned down my throat when I swallowed it in one rough gulp, the harshness grounding me back into my body instead of my thoughts. I poured another. Slower this time. Letting the warmth spread through my chest, dulling the sharp edges of desire into something more manageable. As I turned back toward the desk, the study door opened. Lilian walked in naked. Completely naked. Not even pretending this was accidental. Her hair was styled. Makeup still flawless. Skin gleaming under the soft light like she’d staged herself for a goddamn photoshoot instead of a marriage. “Hey, babe,” she purred.

Her nails trail along my skin as I slip my hands up under her top. She pulls one of my hands away and guides it down to her jeans. They were already unfastened and down over her hips. My hand slips right into her damp panties. She groans as my fingers hit her damp spot. The sounds of her enjoyment has my dick pushing against my jeans begging to be freed. Her hands finally release me. She wraps them tightly around my cock, sliding them up and down, making my dick spasm under her touch. Lilah changes her position and leans over me, wrapping her lips against my throbbing hard on.

The muscles working to move the graceful column of his throat were the only thing betraying the fact that he wasn’t feeling as cool and collected as his voice made him seem. “Silly, dirty girl,” he said. I gasped when the loofah brushed over the tip of my hardening nipple again. “What are we, in a cheesy porno? Dirty girl?” He nodded solemnly. “What we’re about to do is going to be like a porno, okay? But there’s not going to be anything cheesy about it.” A tingle of need ran through me. “Have I ever told you that I love the way you talk so dirty so confidently?”

With shaking hands, she untied it and let it fall to the floor, then peeled off her blouse, revealing her plain white bra stretched over her full breasts. Standing in front of the small mirror, Lila stared at her reflection. Her caramel skin was flushed from neck to chest, her nipples dark and hard against the fabric. She cupped one breast tentatively, thumb brushing the peak, and gasped at the spark of pleasure that shot straight to her core. "No," she whispered to herself, pulling her hand away. "He said not to..." But the temptation was overwhelming. Her skirt rode up as she sat on the edge of the bed, thighs parting slightly, revealing the black cotton panties now damp at the crotch.

Lifting his hands to her shoulders, he tried to push her down to the sofa. He had no luck as Lila planted her feet and pushed him down instead. Pure lust swam in her eyes, making them dim. She started unbuttoning her shirt and once that was out of the way, she moved to her skirt. Wiggling her ass, she pushed the skirt all the way down and stepped out of it. All she had on beneath her clothes was a green, balconette bra. With a few frantic movements of her hands, she got rid of that, leaving her completely naked and horny to a point of no return.

Lisa listened while fiddling with the stringlet and hoping neither of them would mention Prince Rillon but thankfully the whole escapade seemed to have passed without anyone else knowing. In the early hours Mira came in, obviously drunk and very merry. She sunk into the chair across from lisa and immediately helped herself to left overs. Lisa pulled her blanket around her and smiled as Mira told them all about the great time she’d had going into minute detail as Nela and Indi teased her.

But now, with them all gone, with all of the other changes, she was beautiful, and that wasn't a word she would have ever picked to refer to herself before. After stripping off her pajama to get a better look at herself, Lilith peered once more into the mirror. She could hardly believe the reflection in the mirror was her. She twirled around before something red caught her eye. She looked closer, trying to see what had caught her attention. She gasped loudly, partly in shock, partly in horror, as she caught sight of what had caught the overhead light—some Unknown marking covering parts of her upper back and the sides of her arms. They looked like tattoos so she could use them as a cover stor

I sneer, eyes fixated in every one of them, a brooding dark gaze in my eyes. “We've come bearing news. Alpha Kendrick from Moon Crescent pack offers his only daughter Loretta as one of your concubines in exchange for an alliance. She is a very beautiful woman, well educated, trained in the arts of fighting and is a virgin. She… “ I suddenly burst into laughter. It was so sharp and out loud that there was complete silence from every other person as they watched me laugh. When I was done, I clapped a hand over my mouth and watched the elder who had spoken with mirth in my eyes.

I stood there silently waiting on whatever shit he had to say hoping the night could somehow come to an end. He grinned a perfect smile at me, as he stepped forward again, slowly closing the space between us. “How about we place a bet on that game to make it even more exciting,” He stated evilly with a smirk on his face as he shoved both hands into his pocket standing right next to me. “What bet?” I asked with so much curiosity as I took another drag of my cigarette. “Lila,” He responded with a smile creased on his face pointing to Lila who stood by the far corners of the room, with both arms folded against her chest.

The one who broke the silence. Lucas whispers in my ear: — The hyenas have caught the scent. — I know. I don’t smile. I don’t pretend to be comfortable. I am here to disturb. A waiter offers champagne. I refuse. Lucas takes a flute, just for show. His gaze scans the room. He is in protection mode, as always when he senses a trap. Then I see her: Cassandre. An icy silhouette in an ivory dress. Not a single strand out of place. Not a wrinkle on her mask. On her arm, a man I don’t know. Legal, no doubt. Or strategic. Maybe just decorative.