Ashleigh Merchant Nude Novels & Stories

“There’s something about her that resonates with who you are—your truest self. You know it.” The silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken truths and emotions neither of them could fully articulate. In that suspended moment, Ember could feel her life unfurling like a moth emerging from its cocoon, preparing to take flight. The sheets felt constricting against her legs, the air too warm as beads of recognition prickled her skin—not with fear, but with an awakening of something deep inside. It was as if a part of her was unfurling, stretching, and remembering what it meant to live unguarded.

I was behind her, but the face was blurred. I turned the screen to Cohen. “You don't recognize her?” “No,” he replied. No way I'm believing that bullshit. “Asher, out of my home now!” His mother gritted, trying to get me away from him but I didn't bulge. She left me alone and disappeared to my back. “Cohen. Look closely. The girl you posted her nude in the club, the one you almost killed!” I echoed. He looked more closely then sighed annoyingly before turning his gaze to me.

ASHLEY’S POV Ashley was stunned as Alpha Liam left her in his office literally still sitting down half naked and hungry from his touch. She was embarrassed and felt like a fool. How had she sounded so much Like a prostitute. As if she didn’t have shame. She was a slave yes, and she was his to do with whenever he wanted to do, but my God, he had just spread her legs opened and rubbed his mouth in between her legs and even set his fingers in between there and still fed her in her mouth.

she says. I unfold it, and my stomach drops at the photograph splashed across the lower half of the front page, Ashley and me on the terrace, taken from some distance with a long lens, her hand in mine, my mouth pressed to her temple in a moment I'd assumed belonged only to us. The headline above it reads Ashworth Alpha's Human Surrogate: More Than Business Arrangement? "Where was this taken from?" I ask, though I already suspect the answer will only confirm how thoroughly we've been watched.

I walked aimlessly down Wall Street, a dead man walking among the living. My satellite phone buzzed in my trousers. I pulled it out with cold, numb fingers. It wasn't a notification or an alert. It was a multimedia message sent from a private, untraceable UK country code. I tapped the screen. The image loaded slowly through the heavy rain. It was a crisp, high-resolution photograph taken from inside a private, dimly lit office overlooking the River Thames in London. Sitting behind a massive mahogany desk was Julian Sterling, dressed in a flawless three-piece suit, sipping from a glass of dark whiskey. But my eyes didn't stay on him.

The subidón of total, lawless victory over our attackers sent a violent jolt of pure, unadulterated heat straight to my core. Asher strode over to me, his chest heaving, his face smeared with black mud and the blood of his victims. He grabbed the front of my tactical shirt, hauling my body up against the hot hood of a militarized all-terrain vehicle the mercenaries had abandoned at the edge of the clearing. "You set the grid perfectly, doll," Asher growled, his wild eyes dilated with an unhinged, feral lust as his large hands violently ripped the zipper of my tactical trousers open.

His own eyes pouring over my body. I have nothing to hide. I know I am in good shape with all of my training and my diet. I have never been ashamed of my body, but I've also never been one to flaunt it for everybody either. "Mmmm. Maybe we should should change that, because honestly, I'd like to devour you." I bit my lip and slid myself off of the edge of the bed where Asher had left me when he began his little strip tease and fell to my knees.

He scared her, even more so than Dylan did. " You can open your eyes now," Ashton said. Kira hesitantly lowered her to see that Ashton had only thrown on some pants, he was still shirtless. it took her a couple of minutes before she was able to divert her eyes from his well-sculpted upper body. did all Alphas look like this? Ashton indeed had more muscles than any of the other alphas she had met, but it wasn't by much, or maybe it was just because she hadn't seen any other alpha shirtless before, maybe they all looked like this

I sniffed, recognizing the scent as a calming blend that Fluorite sold exclusively to the medical field. There was light in this room and it was a bit bigger than the others with a bathroom and a window large enough to sit in. Sitting against the barred window that looked out to another section of Club Heaven was a young, lithe figure, barefoot and slumped against the window blowing smoke rings with a rolled cigarette in hand. “Hey,” Ashley said, turning towards us. I gasped as the blanket slipped, revealing a flat, smooth chest. Ashley was a man? His face was soft and young. He could have easily passed for a woman, but I couldn’t believe it.

Ashley was naked! Whatever that fabric was, it barely covered her breasts. And it was only an inch beneath her pussy. I moved closer to her. “Turn around.” She hesitated. Then she shook her head slowly and eventually turned. “I'm sorry. I had no idea you were here.” Her back was fucking bare. Aside from the tiny fabric that did a poor job of covering her front, Ashley was naked. She fucking left her room and walked to the kitchen naked. I felt a rush of hormones. My entire body was fired up and I could not tear my eyes away from her body.