Smolder Laurell K Hamilton Novels & Stories

4 Claire was a bubbly cheerful girl. Since her parents weren’t around at the moment, the house was filled with constant laughers. I excused myself when Sebastian and Claire started staring at each other like they wanted to eat each other’s face and I wasn’t in for something X-rated.

Enora gasped in pleasure as Adam’s lips found their way to her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipples as he teased her mercilessly. Enora arched into his touch, her body trembling. Adam’s touch was like fire against her skin, igniting a fierce passion within her as she gave herself over to him completely. Adam’s hands continued roaming eagerly over her body as he explored every inch of her with a hunger that bordered on desperation. Enora moaned softly as Adam trailed kisses down her stomach.

I do not want to scare the little ones who might still be playing outdoors. So I pull the shawl tighter around my face, making sure to cover everything but my eyes. A flock of birds fly overhead and a peek at the sky tells me that the sun is starting to set. Another day lost, we have to hurry. Time is not on our side, at least, in my case, it is not on mine. Damnit, I have to stop wallowing in self-pity. It's unlike me at all. I am Laurel Moon, the first female Beta and the fiercest warrior to ever grace this land-

I then placed my hands together and cracked them. Joy took two instinctive steps back while looking at me warily. “What are you planning to do, Alania?” I smiled. Then, right before Joy’s panicked gaze, I brought my hand up and slapped her. “This is for being ungrateful and using evil to repay my parents’ kindness!” Slap! “This is for having ulterior motives and being a mistress!” Slap! “And this is for being ruthless and treating other people’s lives like dirt!” Slap! Slap! Slap!

Her eyes briefly met the young girl next to Jasper, her eyes wide and innocent, then flickering with unease as she watched them. The girl gripped Jasper's arm, her fingers showing no sign of letting go. Gone was the shame of being the other woman she had felt the night before. She clung to him like a delicate flower in need of protection. Elaine saw a ghost of her past self in her. She had been that girl once. As Elaine made to leave, Lucy caught her eye, a taunting smile playing on her lips, and she subtly gestured to her neck. Elaine's gaze followed, taking in the pale, soft skin marred by a patchwork of love bites—the unmistakable signs of passionate affection.