Red Lips Sipping On A White Claw Novels & Stories

she purred, lowering herself down. Lara didn't hesitate. Her tongue darted out, lapping hungrily at the woman's arousal for the first time. She delved deeper, flicking the clit and sucking it into her mouth as the redhead ground down harder, smothering her in wet heat. The redhead moaned loudly, hands on her own tits, pinching nipples as she rode Lara's face.

Claire shifted her claw back to her hand and slightly licked the blood off from the participant's locket that she got from the brunette's neck. "Either you win or win. Because a loser doesn’t deserve to live," Claire mumbled as a devilish smirk appeared on her face, looking at the corpse of the brunette.

“Come for me, slut. Come before your perfect little party tomorrow.” Her body broke, convulsing around his hand, climax tearing through her so violently she nearly collapsed. Roth caught her, holding her up as she shuddered, her slick gushing over his fingers. When she sagged against him, weak and trembling, he brought his soaked fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. He murmured darkly. “Tomorrow, you’ll wear white. But we’ll both know you’re already stained.”

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"You simply must try the champagne, my dear. It is imported directly from the finest French vineyards. No expense spared for tonight's celebration." "How incredibly thoughtful." I accepted the crystal flute from a passing server, letting my fingers brush his wrist casually. He did not even notice the tiny listening device I slipped from his tray into my palm with practiced ease. "I do so love French bubbles. They have such delicate notes." The Silvermoon Pack house had not changed much in ten long years. Same marble floors that could blind you with their polished shine, same golden fixtures that screamed old money and established power, same portraits of dead Alphas glowering judgmentally fr

I answered Whiz truthfully. “That poses a few different problems for us June bug. The first being I can’t change her identity again without changing her appearance completely. We had Clara cut and style her hair differently but due to the pregnancy we couldn’t dye it and that red hair of hers is hard to hide. Secondly without a new picture to go with her new appearance creating new documentation is completely out of the picture. For now, she is stuck being Ophelia which means we need to find somewhere even more remote than Mentone.” Whiz sighed deeply before continuing on. “I know you aren’t a fan of asking for favors but I think the time has come to call in Hawk. He is the only one I know t

Denzel slurred, raising his head off his pillow. Nausea swept through me as I trembled with rage. "Get off him!" I snapped, and the woman grinned, pressing a kiss to Denzel's throat. "Can't do that," she smirked. In that moment, I saw red. A surge of blood thirst clouded my senses, and I growled, my claws elongated.

Walking up to a man slapping a petite figure butt cheek hard making her moan,I immediately put my slender hands on his hard chest as I used my long claws to draw him to me. Seeing a red robed woman with deep red lips,draw him to herself,he immediately let go of the annoyed wolf as she found another prey to rock, immediately he grabbed my ass as I bit into his lips, making him hiss in pain and pleasure as I immediately started rocking him hard, moaning hard he grabbed my two huge breasts as he roughly bit one and squeezed the through the robe making me hiss loudly, pushing him to a near by sit, I immediately sat on his immediately hard member as I started moving on it while he played with my

"I thought so too. But losing her… it feels like my heart's been ripped out." Each word dragged out of him like a wound reopening. Meredith's nails bit into her palm, her face twisting with hatred. "Love her all you want," she hissed. "She's dead. She'll never hear you say it."

"Truly the woman I chose." He crossed the distance between them, crouching down to bring his face level with hers. His thumb brushed the corner of her cracked lips, pressing hard enough to split the dry skin. A bead of bright red blood welled up immediately. "A pity," he whispered, leaning in to lick the drop of blood from her lip, humming with satisfaction at the taste. "Even if you see through the trick, what does it matter? Your brother has already lost his mind." He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.