Ashley Graves X Reader Novels & Stories

Keaton hissed, his hips jerking against the grip before he could stop himself. “See?” Graves whispered, squeezing. “Your mouth lies but your body begs.” “Go to hell,” Keaton ground out. Graves laughed, low and dark. “I’ll drag you there with me.” He shoved Keaton’s pants down, baring him. The cold air hit, but then Graves’ hand wrapped around him—rough palm delivering deliberate strokes that made Keaton’s head fall back against the wall. “No—no, fuck—” “Yes,” Graves growled. “Every sound you make is mine.”

Jake Lewis I stormed out of Ashley’s room, slamming the door so hard the walls rattled. My chest burned as if I’d just run ten miles. I couldn’t get her scent out of my head—the sweet, warm pull of her skin under my hands, the way she’d trembled against me. Disgust twisted in my gut as I ripped off my shirt and stepped under the cold shower. I scrubbed my skin until it turned red, but it didn’t erase the memory. It didn’t erase the way my heart pounded when I touched her.

"I don't know what I'd do without you guys." "We're here for you," Allison said firmly. "No matter what. Ashley squeezed my hand, her eyes beaming with excitement."And I have some news that might cheer you up. I found my mate!" "That's wonderful, Ashley!" I said, genuinely happy for her despite my own pain. "Who is he?" "He's a beta werewolf," she said, her smile widening. "His name is Xavier. Come on, I'll introduce you." My heart froze at the name; I hoped it was not who I assumed it was. I forced myself to follow them back into the ballroom.

“The healers are attending to her, but they’ve never seen anything like this before.” Without another word, I pushed past the guard, my heart pounding in my chest as I made my way to the infirmary. The corridors seemed to stretch on endlessly, each step echoing loudly in the silence. My mind raced with possibilities, each one darker than the last. When I finally reached the infirmary, the scent of antiseptics and herbs filled the air. Ashley lay on a bed, her skin pale, her breathing shallow. The strange markings the guard had mentioned were visible on her arms and neck—dark, twisted symbols that seemed to pulse with a faint, malevolent energy. The sight of them made my wolf stir uneasily wi

Bonus Chapter: Alpha Asher's POV I'm reborn. Right after that night drowning in regret and loneliness, I open my eyes and I'm twenty-seven again. The instant I realize it, joy detonates through my body like lightning. My wolf roars in the depths of my consciousness, wild with excitement. I throw myself out of bed. Don't even grab shoes. Sprint out the door like a madman. "Rhea!" "Rhea, where are you?!" I expect to smell that faint vanilla scent that always calmed me. Expect to see her in the kitchen, quietly preparing hangover soup like she always did.

Caleb asked. "Storage," the healer said without looking up. "We had something this good sitting around, and you didn't think of bringing it out sooner?" "I just happened to find it." Caleb smiled. "Well, thanks." The healer didn't answer. Outside the window, I walked away slowly, leaning against the wall. Each step left a faint trail of blood behind me. The image faded. Caleb stood beside the altar now, one hand pressed to his chest, voice shaking. "It was you… Why didn't you tell me?"

Up close, the scent of sex clung to him—musky, masculine, mixed with her mother's perfume. Ashley's wolf stirred violently inside her, drawn to the raw Alpha power rolling off him in waves. Heat flooded between her thighs, her nipples tightening painfully against her bra. She hated it. Hated how her body reacted to the man who had made her life hell. "This can't be happening," Ashley whispered, backing up until her shoulders hit the wall. Ryder stopped right in front of her towering over her five-foot-five frame, his chest rose and fell, still slick with sweat, a bead of it trailed down between his pecs.

The air crackled with an electrifying energy, leaving me both disoriented and strangely exhilarated. Damien's lips grazed my cheeks, moving closer to my right ear, his voice dripping with venom as he uttered my name, "Ashley Hallow." The emotionless gaze in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine, causing me to involuntarily tremble. Honestly, I don't think that I can be able to survive in the presence of this captivating yet terrifying demon. I felt a mix of nervousness, fear, and an inexplicable heat that coursed through my veins. I bit down hard on my tongue, trying to contain the overwhelming sensations as his cold gaze pierced through me. His lips hovered dangerously close to mine as he po

I voiced, like we were squabbling over some toy cars, and I wanted him to know he was being greedy by keeping most to himself. “What can I do? You love to watch.” Cain shrugged as he walked past me as he crawled to the bed like a fucking lecherous vampire. Control yourself, you fucker! I almost shouted it. But Ashley's first moan broke me, and I didn't realize how hard I'd gotten till I felt for my shaft. She avoided my gaze as she looked up at the ceiling, gripping the sheet tighter with the bastard buried in between her thighs under the duvet. Fuck, he was giving her a head?

I’m nearly halfway through the novel when my eyes grow too heavy to continue and I reluctantly put the book down and turn out the table lamp. Only to shoot up a minute later, whimpering needily as I feel a mouth nipping and sucking at my body. A hand toying with my sex, tugging and pulling, before engulfing it in something warm and wet. Oh gods. Ash is being intimate with Redgrave and I’m feeling everything she’s doing to him. I feel sick to my stomach and unbearably aroused simultaneously. I don’t know whether she’s sucking at him with her mouth, or if the heat is from her inner passage squeezing him.