Alloy Ash Nude Novels & Stories

She sucked in a deep breath, her nipples coming to life as she gazed at her mates in her room. Alden was leaning against the wall, staring at her with hooded eyes. Asher was standing by the door, and the shouldering intensity in his golden gaze made her knees weak. Axel sat at the foot of the bed, and when he heard her walk in, he turned and his handsome face darkened, his eyes going over her body hungrily. They were all shirtless. Her eyes devoured the naked display of taut muscles and chiselled abs, and her mouth watered.

With dark auburn hair, ruby lips, high cheekbones, and a sexy black knit sweater dress, Alisha clacked her winter boots against the concrete floor as she approached them. Ruhi looked at her with awe and jealousy, scolding herself for wearing something so ridiculous. Alisha was rocking such a chic look with her long charcoal coat and black suede over-the-knee boots. Warm, comfortable, and sexy; straight out of a magazine, Ruhi thought and looked over at Rafael to see if he was staring at his girlfriend.

“What do you mean? We don’t know each other well.” Nexus snorted. He raised both of his hands as if he was surrendering. “Relax, Ashley! It’s just me, old Nexus. You knew what I am talking about…right?” He was smiling, but the corners of his eyes were freakingly red as if was in a crazy ‘high’ state. Of course, Ashley assumed two worst things. One thing worse than the other.

She did not want to waste her chance roasting the man who cheated on her best friend. "You mean you're that Ash-" "Yes... He's that Ashton Grey. The one that owned that big fashion company. AG Atelier, remember? The company used to hold a lot of design contests for art students before. Ashley and I used to participate in those contests before and we often told you that, you know... What a turn of events, Ashley ended up marrying the owner of that company," Hana kept roasting the guy harshly.

I arched my brow. “So, what exactly are you doing then?” She smirked and stared at both of us. “He's one of the seven elites, and I need all the protection I can get, and all the information too. Did you really think I'll find anything on my own?” Trent Woodwill. I knew nothing about him. But didn't history say he was as mean as Sasha? The guy we just met was sweet and a gentleman. So what? She was using him? What the hell was she thinking? There was no way a sub could outsmart an elite.

POV: Ash Ryder "Is it supposed to feel this quiet, Rhea? Or is the world finally just dead?" Ash stood at the epicenter of the charred remains of the Under-Whisper, his voice sounding disturbingly smooth, devoid of the gravelly rasp that had defined his Alpha's roar. The bioluminescent roots were gone, replaced by a crystalline grey silence that stretched for miles. He looked down at his hands. They weren't blackened or charred anymore; the skin was marble-pale, perfect, and terrifyingly cold. There was no pulse in his wrists, only a steady, low hum of violet power that vibrated beneath the surface of his veins.

Alpha Asher's voice was rough and commanding, "My men will be going around the room to help with your techniques." "Lola." His deep voice pulled me from my explicit thoughts. Mason gave me a sympathetic look, while Breyona smirked. I walked over to Alpha Asher, my heart thumping in my chest. My heart nearly stopped entirely when Chelsea twitched up to Alpha Asher. She was wearing a sports bra that must've been four sizes too small. Her bre*sts were nearly popping out of the low cut tank top she wore. Her shorts were hiked up so high the bottoms of her b*tt cheeks poked out.