Red Lips Sipping On A White Claw Novels & Stories

“But…” “Just do it, Howard” Colriq’s eyes turned a midnight black shade, his fangs extending as he pulled the sleeves to expose his wrist, then sunk his fangs into his wrist, eliciting a squelching sound as blood began pooling from the open wound. Eriva handed him the chalice and held it under his wrist where blood flowed and pooled at the bottom of the chalice.

The crimson liquid dripped down his chiseled jaw, staining his white shirt a deep red. Chloe set the empty glass down with a mocking smile. "Are you available now?"

"You can take all of it." The white mask man approaches. He's naked now – hard, thick, stroking himself. He stands beside us and the gold mask woman reaches for him without taking her other hand off my clit – wraps her fingers around his cock and strokes while her mouth stays on my tit and her fingers stay on my clit and the man behind me keeps pounding into my pussy. "Open your mouth," the white mask man says as he positions himself in front of me.

I want to devour her; I want to rip that beautiful skin apart. In only but a split second, I have her pinned against a wall; I rip her blouse open. I want every single inch of her neck bare for me to take. In one flick of my hand, my claws snap open. Her screams flow through the night air, but this will not stop. There is no time for elegance; I do not want elegance. I slam hard into her tender lips as my hand is slowly draining the life from her body.

He shrugged. White Claw Pack is a chaotic pack, it’s full of distinct personalities, some good some bad, but Axel loves leading them. They all have a sense of camaraderie and loyalty that makes Axel feel so grateful for having such members. And for him, the pack is a family. They can’t fit in a family tree, so he made a whole forest. White Claw Pack exceeds the standards of a werewolf pack. It’s great overall and has the best people, the best system, but the pack lacks a maternal figure. All they have is Axel, and he isn’t that warm. The pack needs a mother—a Luna. And he wouldn’t want to disappoint, so he’ll try his very best to win over Leal’s heart.

Harlan's voice cut across the rink, sharp with disbelief, already skating toward me before I'd fully caught my breath. "Clean hit," the referee said flatly, though even he didn't sound like he fully believed it. I pushed myself up before Harlan reached me, more out of stubbornness than actual readiness, and caught Number Seventeen's eye across the ice. He wasn't even trying to hide the satisfaction on his face, smug and deliberate, like he'd been waiting all game for exactly this opportunity. Something hot and furious uncoiled low in my chest, my wolf pressing hard against the edges of my control the way it hadn't since the bonfire.

"And it hasn't even gone in yet. Get that pussy ready, because today you're taking it all." Continuation of the Scene Clara grabbed the thick cock with both hands, feeling its weight, the heat, the pulsing veins. The head was wide, shiny. She leaned in and licked from the base to the tip, savoring the salty taste of pre-cum. "Delicious... I want to suck it all," she murmured. Lucas gripped her hair. "Then suck it, slut. Swallow as deep as you can." Clara opened her mouth and went down, taking half the cock in one go, her tongue working the underside. Lucas groaned, pushing his hips slowly, fucking her mouth. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, splashing onto her breasts.

Piece of cake! I howled as I liked to make my presence felt. Their reddened eyes turned to me just as one of them tore at the man’s throat and grabbed the woman. I almost lost my mind with rage when I saw their damn claws at her neck. To my surprise, he didn’t sink his fangs in, instead, with full force, he broke her legs. Her desperate scream of pain echoed through the forest. The trees would be the only witnesses to the massacre I was about to make. In pain, she fainted. They messed with her. Big mistake!

He pulled out with his white c*m dripping from his c*ck. I heard the clink of ice crashing against his glass as he finished his drink and handed it to Richard who jumped up and headed to the kitchen. The three of us continued to watch the video as we pounded down our mixed drinks. Both Richard and I sported hard ons as we watched the scenes unfold. I noticed in about the third scene, Richard walked into camera view and when he tuned around he was shaved clean. He still did not have the rings which now adorned his nipples.

“Cord, your lip is bleeding.” A white-haired man informed, staring at the sliced bottom lip with worry. He inched forward and took out a handkerchief from his jacket in the hopes of wiping the dripping blood from the Master’s chin but he only waved him off. “No, leave it, ” the Master answered as if he saw his right-hand’s intent. Blood continued to trickle down his chin and because of that, he swiped a finger along it and licked clean the sticking liquid with his tongue. “My fangs are behaving badly. Shit, it wants to sink in that woman’s flesh.”