Alloy Ash Nude Novels & Stories

Ashley on the other hand stood digging her ear feeling less than bothered by the prospect of people seeing her naked. 'Whelp what's done is done, no different than being in a line of naked women waiting for my turn in the showers.' Ashley shrugged to herself thinking back to her time in the military standing around with over fifty other naked women awaiting their turn for the showers. She already had very little in the way of modesty, and those times saw to it she lost any kind of shyness that could have ever been. Ashley began casually strolling towards the restroom, while Collen was walking back to Liana's room as though he were a rusty stiff robot.

Chapter Thirty: Is he your boyfriend? Within minutes, Alissa arrived—dressed in a crisp grey blazer and high-waisted slacks, her hair tied in a messy bun. The makeup had been washed off her face, leaving her skin bare and glowing, with a natural blush from the cold night air. Her beauty was quiet, unintentional, almost innocent. Asher sat silently in the driver’s seat, his sharp eyes scanning the suite ahead. His voice was flat, lacking emotion as he remarked,

yet. Ashley, sitting beside me in an ice-blue pantsuit that made her look like a corporate superhero let out a low whistle. “You sure about this, Allie? I’m getting serious ‘we sacrifice virgins on the solstice’ vibes. And before you ask, that rules me out, but it might put you on the menu.”

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.

“Okay, this is total BS. Why on earth would Sasha do something like this? All the elites will come for her! God, she's fucking cunning.” He sounded like he was talking more to himself. But yeah…he was right. Sasha just confirmed that subs were really bullied to death at Delengade and she even turned in her own friend. All to convince me she was serious about being a changed person? I hated to admit it, but it was working. My phone started to ring again and I answered it knowing it had to be Layla. “Are you done watching?” She asked. I turned to Peter whose expression was hard as he stared at me.

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.

"I need you now, Alpha." Alex pushed Ashly back gently. The sight of Ashly like this knocked the breath from Alex's lungs. Ashly was beautiful. Her milky skin dampened with sweat; her boobs rose and fell with fast breaths; her pink nibbles perked against the cool air. Her long legs parted for Alex, knees bent, quivering thighs, and dripping slick exposed her leaking hole. "Alex ! Fuck me." Ashly screamed.