Alli Martinez Nude Novels & Stories

Elliot commands, his rough fingers squeezing my wrists tight. I am forced to stand there, completely exposed from the waist up. My nipples are already hard, swelling and peaking in the cool air, completely giving away how aroused I am. Mateo strips the rest of the torn dress down past my hips, letting it pool around my ankles. I step out of my heels, standing completely naked on the cold marble floor.

“Buenos días, criaturas del caos.” “Who’s that?” Zoe blurted, pointing straight at her. “Why is she… so ugly?” Silence. Three seconds long. Then Maritza’s eyes narrowed. “¡Perdóname, niña demonio?! Ugly where?! I’m an exotic disaster, okay?” Zane covered his face, laughter muffled through his hand. “Zoe, that’s not polite.” Zoe tilted her head, then stuck her tongue out at him. I bent down, pretending to cough so my laugh wouldn’t explode.

When I woke up, I was in a strange room, cozy and warm. "How are you?" I heard and I stared at the young lady with beautiful hair and eyes. I haven't seen her in the Ice Pack before and that got me wondering who she is. "Who are you?" I asked. "I am Arden's mate. Do you know about mate? I heard you're human" "Yes, I am. And I have heard about mates" "It's good to hear that. You are Xavia right?" she asked and I nodded. "You've got a nice name. You can call me Isabella"

Don Martini jogged along the shore every morning it helped clear his head and work out his strategy for the meetings he had that day he loved to run so early, it was just him, the sand and the glorious sunrises he could not get enough of. He was slightly older than Romero, he was twenty-six to his twenty-four and was not a direct rival, they actually got on and were friends. The younger Dons tended to stick together, and although Romero was the youngest of them all he was the Grand Don and they all obeyed him without question. If they did not they soon learned their mistake and met his ruthless side, they were either forced to retire, if they were old, or murdered, no one ever beat him and h

Martin was sprawled on his porch, in an old plastic chair that creaked with every movement, drinking black coffee and smoking his third cigarette of the morning. It was almost ten o'clock and the Nova Lima sun was already beating down. He was wearing only worn-out nylon shorts, no underwear, his loose scrotum resting against the hot chair. At 34, Martin's body was marked by old gym workouts and good beer. Tall, broad shoulders, thick arms, and a mind that never switched off from sex.

Carmelita was staring at it. "You like it, Carmelita?" asked Maribel, who was already close to us. I can clearly see what Maribel is wearing now. It's just a black two-piece, which she now covers with a see-through white mini dress. Those in front of me are sexy. Shit. My pet. "Oh yeah, he's angry," Maribel teased me, looking at my bump. I have become conscious. Even though I want to seduce Carmelita, you know, I don't want to be rude either. "Threesome?" she added.

She added and I shook my head not understanding anything that was going on. "Well we are going to go running so be ready," I sighed and headed outside to the patio. Rune was already standing there with his shirt off. His bare chest was tan and muscular, showing a well-defined six-pack. My eyes glowed brightly as they traveled down towards his V. When I realized that his fingers were unbuttoning his jeans I turned and felt my cheeks heat up. I headed toward the back of his home for more privacy and began to undress. I dropped to all fours shifting instantly into my white wolf. I trotted back to where Rune was and paused at his enormous size.

The crushing impact I was expecting never came. I looked down at my dangling feet, the ground as it turns out was quite a-ways-away, then up to the large and strong hand wrapped around my non injured wrist, The rain falling from the sky into my eyes screwed up my vision, but I saw the blurred blob of a young man with short black hair. He looked to be muscular... and naked.

she explained and hearing that it was her mate himself that forbade her name from being mentioned, made me even more curious to know what could have gone wrong between them. “And why would he have done something like that? I thought they were mates,” I responded. “Of course, they were, but in my opinion, the alpha didn't deserve a woman like Lady Sharon,” Martha said, almost sounding like she was bitter about whatever the situation was. “What do you mean he didn't deserve her? Was she that bad?” I asked. “She? Bad? Luna Sharon is the one person in the world that I would say doesn't have a bad bone in her. It was the alpha that didn't deserve her, and she deserved so much better than what she

Or Hollow Moon. The Reyes line carried the Flame too. Sylvia hadn’t just feared the Matrons. She’d come from them. And she’d spent decades burying that part of herself. I turned the page. There she was. Sylvia. Younger. Barely 16 in the grainy image. Standing beside her mother, Selene, in front of a flame-etched altar. The caption read: "Flame Ritual – Unsanctioned. 4 Matrons present. Collapse followed 6 hours later. Alpha companion deceased. Daughter unharmed.”