Sasha Lane Teeth Novels & Stories

Rohan's finger gently pried her mouth open. Sasha flinched, and reflexively bit Rohan's finger as she glared at him. She grabbed his hand and said in a firm tone. “Don't go too far.” Rohan raised both hands in the air with a grin on his face. “I won't. Anyway, did you like it?” As she tasted the strong, sweet flavor on her tongue once again, Sashal nodded. She couldn't lie about this, after all, it wouldn't bring her pride anywhere if she admitted her liking for the innocent cookies.

It was facing Sasha but hidden tucked away by the closet door so it wasn't obvious. Her eyes fanned her lashes and her lips stayed still as she sighed. She looked like an Angel, sleeping on her side. I started running the tape, then I knelt in front of her. I pulled both nipples to my mouth, or at least I tried to. No stirring yet so I went further, biting the gown on one. Sasha’s eyes remained closed but a name rolled off her tongue. “Yes, Hogan. Surprise me,” Sasha barely said. If I wasn’t so close and so quiet, I wouldn’t have heard her.

Sasha stood with her hands on her hips, unfazed by my outburst. "Oh, spare me the scolding, It’s not as if she’s dead," she retorted, rolling her eyes. Ace, who had also left his associates to join us, chuckled. His presence added to my irritation. "Sasha, you will always be Sasha," he commented. Sasha smirked. "That's me, one of a kind." She then turned to me. "I just turned away for a moment to get a kebab, and Lila decided to play hero. How was I supposed to know she would dash into the road like that?"

Sasha glared at her while clenching her fists hard, her veins popping out on the back of her hand rather frighteningly. "That knife is coated with my blood." Lana smiled evilly. "I have AIDS, and I'm going to die." When she was saying this, she seemed rather excited. Her dull eyes were gleaming with the light of revenge, and her voice was also trembling a little because of this. "I was originally going to drag you down with me." The "you" Lana meant was Sasha. "But this idiot had to die for you." Lana threw away her mask of fake kindness, revealing her true evil face.

He chuckled while dusting gold shimmers onto his pecs. “Do I look like a snack, Rox?” Jax asked, pouting in his reflection. “Or a whole damn buffet?” “You look like a lawsuit waiting to happen, Jax” I laughed reaching over to straighten his leather harness strapped across his broad chest. “ But the Alphas in the front row are already drooling. You’ll make a killing in tips tonight.” “And you?” He turned sharply, assessing me like a metal detector. I was basically wearing three pieces of matching black lace and a pair of red heels that were legally classified as lethal weapons.

He smiled. Sasha smiled back. “I'm Lucinda, I don't do hand shakes, but I'll make an exemption because you have great fashion sense,” She shook Sasha's hand. “And lest I forget, I'm the star model of the company.” “I can see that,” Sasha nodded with a smile and turned to look at Ashton. Her smile widened. She usually saw him on television and was glad that she's seen him in person. Ashton, on the other hand, cleared his throat and shook her hand. “I'm —”

Sasha moved behind me and spread my ass cheeks. “Look at this pretty hole,” she said, her voice full of lust. “Still leaking Dominic’s cum like a well-used breeding slut.” She leaned in and dragged her tongue over my asshole. I gasped loudly at the new sensation. No one had ever licked me there before. It felt filthy and amazing at the same time. While Sasha ate my ass, Dominic moved in front of me and grabbed my hair. “Open your mouth,” he ordered. I did. He pushed his thick cock between my lips and started fucking my face slowly. “That’s my good little whore. Taking cock in both ends like you were made for it.”

Susan helped carry the silverware and porcelain plates, feeling, strangely, like she was part of it all. Sasha and Alexei had returned, of course. Like naughty moths drawn to the light. “Honestly…” Sasha said, biting into a generous slice of cake. “If you ever want to quit advertising and open a bakery, I think you have a future.” “Thanks, but my idea of the future doesn’t involve frosting and nosy Lycans,” Susan replied as she poured herself some tea. Alexei laughed, stretching his arm to hand her something small wrapped in dark cloth.

My eyes roam around the training ground when I notice her in the crowd. I started making my way towards her, but before I could get to her, she met my eyes. She rolls her eyes, and using my abilities, I quickly move, blocking her way. “Just a minute of your time” “I’m not doing this, Cassian. Not here,” she says through gritted teeth. Her hair was tied up in a loose ponytail. “Love the hair. It matches your eyes,” I say to her, and she rolls her eyes. “She dyes her hair that colour when she is sad.” Isaiah’s voice comes behind me. I clenched my jaw tight, my gaze on Sasha.

“No thanks.” He walked off, leaving me with the echoes of disagreement. I wasn’t sure how many minutes had passed before the sound of approaching footfalls distracted me from my tablet. I craned my neck and sighed in annoyance when I found Sasha leaning against the door frame, with a malicious look in her eyes. Her blond hair had been packed neatly in a ponytail and her tall, alabaster skinned legs were visible under the knee-length, blue dress that accentuated her curves. Seriously, where have I seen her before?