Red Lips Sipping On A White Claw Novels & Stories

I heard a woman yell. I recognized the voice as Angel’s and looked past a claw just barely swiping my eye to see an entirely different landscape in front of me. Shit, this must have been what was actually there. In my distraction, I felt a canine scrape my face and as I went to claw at the wolf he was suddenly gone. I blinked and saw Tyson holding him by the throat, and ripping it out. I didn’t have time to process that anymore because Felix was back and everyone stopped to gape at him. Behind him, the entirety of the White Claw pack ran in.

His slight smirk revealed his prominent fangs. Biting her lip, Claire tried to control her lust that seemed to be making an encore appearance. Something about seeing Mal with his red eyes and fangs out just made her core instantly clinch and wet. “W-We should get up and finish showering, don’t ya think?” Claire stood on shaky legs, bracing herself against the tiled wall. Mal stood as well, grabbing a small black bottle. He squirted the shampoo into his hand, “turn around, Little One.”

The three white claw scars Xeros gave him gleam like fresh snow. “You have her eyes,” he whispers, almost reverent. “Her mouth. Her stubborn little chin.” His hand rises. Claws extend. “You have no right to wear her face.” He drags them down my cheek —slow and deliberate. “You have no right,” he repeats, softer now, almost grieving. Then he stands, wipes my blood from his claws onto his coat like it’s filth, and walks out. The cave mouth frames him for one last second, and then he’s gone.

Oralie looked at that glass of blood, nodded slightly, then she tilted her head again, and cheerfully said to Selina: - Drink it quickly, hurry up, it won't taste good after a while. Selina stood up, gently strode over to the other table, and sat down. She raised her hand and lifted the other glass of wine, slowly enjoying it, as if enjoying a glass of wine. The long slender hand grasped the cup's body. The red substance inside was bright and beautiful. Just now, when she lifted the glass, fresh blood had spilled out a few drops and poured on her hand, Selina looked down at her white hand, but couldn't help but click her tongue in regret. She raised her hand high, reached out the tip of her

Claw growled as he snacked on her lower lip. Cassie was supernaturally misplaced in her real sensations once more. Claw was a man who knew what he needed and wasn’t afraid to take it with constrain. It wasn’t something Cassie was utilized to encountering, so having it happen numerous times in twelve hours, and having her feeling like an dazzling ruler, was beginning to make her address each choice she’d ever made in her life.

A sense of accomplishment washed over me. "Clay, look at this," I called out, eager to share my astonishment. Clay paused his drawing, walking over to examine Lexi's neck. "Damn, man... that was fast," he said. Lexi, curious, sprang up to see for herself in the mirror. Standing beside Clay, I noticed his neck was still bleeding slightly. Without a second thought, I leaned in and began to lick his wound. "Come on, man, not right now," Clay protested weakly, but I was insistent.

"Sss... oh... Sss... just like that! Sss... oh... ah... ah... I’m blowing, Snow White! Oh!" SPLURT!!! The hot nectar erupted with such force she could barely swallow it fast enough, but she kept her mouth clamped tight, milking him through a second wave. She wiped the stray cream from the corner of her mouth and licked it off her lip. Now, the handsome Prince was drifting off in a drunken haze, though his body was still flushed and aroused. It was time for the final blow.

I fumbled but before I could do anything, Clarissa dug out a knife from her shoe and cut her thumb. “Here, suit yourself” “Nooooo” I shouted but it was too late. Venzara grabbed her thumb as if she had found a pool of water in the desert and clung to her thumb sucking on the blood as if she was enjoying a tropical drink. Clarissa winced a little but let her drink some before I forced the demoness away from the pale looking girl. Venzara wiped off the blood that trickled down her lips and licked it with satisfaction while I turned to Clarissa and held her hand.

The break after that was worse for me. It started with his nails. They thickened, darkened, lifted from the nail beds like bad decisions. He noticed them with fascination, then with fear. “Claws,” he whispered, trying to grin. “Claws.” The grin went wrong when one ripped free and blood sheeted, bright and eager. He hissed. The hiss became a snarl that didn’t belong to a human throat. He blinked at me, pupils so dilated the brown vanished. “Holland,” he said, pleading, but the shape of my name in his mouth was hunger now.

That was going to take too long. “Nevermind,” I said, grabbing his wrist, pulling it over towards me. I stretched out my fingers, allowing one dark nail to grow out my forefinger. I did a little knick on his wrist, nothing too deep and was sure to miss the artery. He didn’t wince at the pain. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was moving too fast that he didn’t have time to respond, or if he has a high pain tolerance. I squeezed out a few drops into the empty tea cup, just enough to coat the bottom. I would have just brought his wrist straight to my lips, but I didn’t want to make this weirder than it already was. I released his arm, and made sure to look away as I took whatever I could from