Absolutely Blake Nude Novels & Stories

Only the nylons and garter remained on her but those bits of material did nothing to hide her body. “You are gorgeous,” he breathed as if he’d run a marathon, his voice rough and rusty. He lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers. The kiss was soft, sweet, and delicate. None of the things Kane had ever shown to be. It was like seeing a new side to him. The big shifter could be more than what met the eye. Blake pulled on the robe until it swooshed down to the floor, pooling at her feet. He slid his hand down her spine slowly, lighting fires along the way, until he reached her ass and squeezed at her bare cheeks.

I asked. "We'll escort you." "Oh… okay," I replied. Just as we were all about to start walking down the street, a wolf that was so dark brown it was practically black sprinted over, quickly shifting into Alpha Blake, also completely naked. And, holy shit, he was fucking hot. I mean, he was hot while he was dressed, but damn. I blushed, feeling my face burning red hot. I was gawking at my sister's friend's mate. I had to get a hold of myself.

Over at Thomour Estate, in the dead of night, clothes were strewn across the large, expensive bed as if a storm had passed. A thin blanket barely covered Sasha's chest. Her pale, delicate skin glowed with a soft pink flush, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. She lay sprawled across the bed, both alluring and fragile. The sound of running water in the bathroom had stopped. Blake emerged, cigarette in mouth, a towel barely wrapped around his hips, and his toned abs on display.

So, she acted as if she had just woken up and mumbled, "What are you doing?" Only then did she realize Blake was shirtless. His physique was incredibly sleek and sexy, and his face was handsome and refined.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head and moaned loudly as he started to plummet into me recklessly. “I’ve wanted to show you much I missed you for quite some time, sweetheart,” he whispered through ragged breaths that matched mine, and I had no doubt in my mind that he missed me terribly. I looked behind me and was met with the hottest sight. Alex and Logan were naked, looking like sinfully hot Greek gods with their ridiculously toned bodies and massive cocks. To make things better, they were both hard and they were pumping their lengths as they watched Blake rail my ass. “Come here, join us,” I beckoned to them, the words coming out as breathless moans.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

The voice made me look up instantly. Three girls stood a few feet away from me, dressed in fitted Blackthorn uniforms with perfectly styled hair and shiny jewelry that definitely cost more than my entire wardrobe. The girl standing in the middle stepped forward first. She was beautiful in a terrifying way. Blonde hair. Sharp blue eyes. Perfect posture. The kind of girl that looked like she had never heard the word no in her entire life. “Yes,” I answered carefully. Her eyes slowly traveled over my clothes before amusement flickered across her face.

His drawl betrayed his disgust as he threw off his underwear and entered the shower. David stepped out of the shower moments later. Astonished by the sight of his incredibly toned physique, Anna quickly averted her gaze. She was sitting in the bed and felt that she was an animal waiting to be slaughtered. His manhood is adorned with a lush, curly mane that gracefully cascades down from his navel in a delicate line. Glistening water droplets trapped in masculine body hair, the fluid grace of well-honed muscle fiber moving beneath satiny, delicately bronzed skin—it was all very sensual.

“Blake. You’re not seriously thinking of going.” I held up my phone. “He wasn’t bluffing.” I pulled up G****e. And just like that, there he was. Ethan Blackwood. Beautiful. Rich. Dangerous. Photographed in tailored suits, arm in arm with senators and Silicon Valley royalty. A few articles mentioned a breakup two years ago. But no photos of her. Like she never existed. Amelia frowned at my screen. “That’s… creepy.” “Right?” “Still. You can’t go there alone. You don’t know what kind of psycho he is.”

The silence that follows is heavier than any noise: it screams everything that words refuse. Alexandre lies on the tiled floor, his shirt open, a dark stain spreading under his neck. He does not move. His breath is weak, like a sheet barely lifted. Beside him, a tipped glass greens the light; a pool of liquid blends with something more terrible. Alexandre's face is pale, his features frozen in an expression that belongs only to those who have given so much that they seem to fade away.