Alas Spring Bed Novels & Stories

'Yeah,' was Ayla's only response before she began to move again. When we arrive at our destination, she leads me into a large room with a king-sized bed, large pillows covered by red satin pillow cases, and a black comforter. A nightstand with a lamp sits beside it. A dresser covered in books and a picture of Ayla with the twins, Silas, and Lennox sit to one side, and a dresser covered in makeup and a mirror sit to the other. The whole place is drenched in Ayla's scent, and it begins to drive me mad, but I refrain from doing anything since I know that the woman herself isn't in any condition to do what I want to do.

One entire wall is just windows, the windows stretched from the floor all the way up to the ceiling, and through those windows, you could see the city lights of Seattle far away in the distance. The floor was made of polished wood that's so shiny you can almost see your face in it. There's a big cream colour rug under the bed, thick and very soft. His bed is massive. It's called a California King, which means it's even bigger than a regular king-size bed. The headboard—the part you lean against—is covered in expensive cream colour fabric. The bed sheets are tan colour with a navy blue blanket, super soft, but it costs a ridiculous amount of money. Everything is tucked in so tight and neat th

Was Ales still awake? When I walked in, I dropped the keys on the small table in the foyer and took off my shoes before climbing up the spiral staircase and into the bedroom. The smell that hit me was as sweet as vanilla bean and made me do a double take once I saw Ales in the center of the California King sized bed. A sea green, see through nightgown on her slim figure. Melting red candles were lit on the dressers and the beside tables. She was asleep. With a sigh, I dropped my briefcase and begun taking off my clothes.

Elias suggests, picking up our bags I nod, "Okay, I'll go quickly unpack," heading for what I'm guessing is the bedrooms. For an alpha's holiday home, it's a modest size as I discover there's only one bedroom with an ensuite the size of a second. As I enter the sleeping quarters my jaw falls open at the site of the biggest bed I've ever seen, it must be a super king. Wow. We didn't bring a lot, so it takes me no time to unpack our clothes and drop our bags under the bed. Only our toiletries now, as I go through to the ensuite and inspect it more closely, I notice the waterfall shower head, larger than I thought you could ever get and a bathtub with ... is that jets? Can't wait to use the bat

"Wow, already? How much did it sell for?" "$5500. Your cut is 70%. The buyer is paying for the shipping." "Crazy. We'll probably sell ours, too. Sell it as used. You can send one of your slaves to pick it up on Wednesday. I'm going to build a new bed stand. We're getting an Alaskan king size bed, so we need something else. I'm going to add a punishment suite to the bed." "Really? What's an Alaskan king?" "Nine foot by nine foot. We used one at Brianna Worth's estate. It's well worth the money for the extra room it gives you."

As he opened the door, Justin turned back and said, "Take care." Melissa sat beside Eric, who snored deeply, murmuring stuff in his sleep and shuffling a lot. It was evident his dream was vivid, and she caressed his face, snuggling underneath him for his head to be in his lap. She remained like that for about an hour, before there was knocks on the door. Assuming Justin had forgotten something, she reached the doorknob and opened it, only to be taken by surprise, gasping as she stepped backwards. It was Draven H. Malcom.

"Mr. Zhukov hopes you will find it comfortable." Alessia's eyes widened as she stepped into the room. 'Comfortable' was an understatement. The space was larger than her entire apartment, dominated by a massive four-poster bed draped in rich, cream-colored silks. The headboard, intricately carved from dark wood, depicted a scene of birch trees in a winter landscape.

Ozias' Point of View Alvara had settled on making a Christmas bed in the living room. She refused to sleep alone and refused to let anyone else sleep alone. Her mating bond had taken full effect and it was evident. None of us could move without her asking us where we were going. So we had settled on this solution. Brought down two king-sized mattresses along with more blankets than was necessary. Pillows were scattered all around the room. Alvara's eyes dipped and opened repeatedly until Dargan had nestled up beside her.

They didn’t mind the heat much so that upon the sight of his Alaskan King bed, Albert just threw Ana in there. Ana took a look at the huge bed. “Wow, enough for a four-way.” “Nah, you’re enough.” Albert started kissing her mouth to slowly segue to her chests. Ana crossed her legs behind him to trap the bliss. But this did not stop him from going even further down south. For as her belly may have experienced some kissing, the beau wanted to savor what’s below it.

~Skai The figure curled underneath the sheets, and I looked around, taking in the features of the room. It was decorated in white and purple. I would have thought it belonged to a Disney princess until I looked above her bed and saw it. Like a signature, Allysia's world was boldly written on the wall, with white light peeking beneath. I walked closer. “Hello, hello.” I leaned in, closer to the bed. The cries reduced, and she took the sheet over her head a bit.