Ashton Thorn Nude Novels & Stories

LENNOX I watched Ashton step away from a group of girls. He lifted the corner of his red shirt and wiped sweat off his forehead, revealing his perfectly sculpted abs. Then he pulled the shirt up and over his head. Damn. Camp-goers screamed and pulled out their phones. Some were probably recording on Snapchat, capturing the moment for their followers. A girl walked by and froze in her tracks. Her eyes widened. "Oh. My. God." I knew. I stretched my arm, feeling the blood rush downward.

Goddess I'm so soaked, the damp trail of my juices is now mid thigh, another wave threatening to rise. "Take off your top," he orders. "Now!" My tank top pools on the floor, nipples pebbled from the cool air and anticipation next is my shirts , then panties . Ashton eyes me like he's about to devour every inch of my soul. "You're so beautiful when you're unsure," he murmurs, reaching for a soft leather cuff. "But I want you to see what it's like to let go."

I couldn't shut my eyes for a full minute, because I was anticipating what would happen when Elias finally got here. The fire I’d come here to extinguish burned deeper. I shifted slightly, the rough wool of the blanket chafing my skin, and my nipples tightened into peaks. I wasn't wearing my dress, Thorne had tugged it off while he was cleaning me. I lay stark naked on a priest's bed, imagining all the sins they could coax from my body.

I pushed back against him instinctively, meeting his thrusts, my body surrendering to the pounding. Curiosity and need made me tilt my head, trying to glance over my shoulder at Thorne. I wanted to see the raw power in his golden eyes, the way his muscles flexed as he claimed me. But as I turned, Alpha Thorne's fingers pried my ass cheeks even wider, exposing me completely, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive skin near my hole.

She was horribly shy about standing before the wolf of her dreams in the nude, but that had everything to do with Thorne and his lurid gaze and not all that much to do with the nudity itself. Without hesitation, he kicked his sneakers toward her discarded clothing, and then his flannel shirt and black jeans quickly followed. He too had worn no underwear, and he stood before her within minutes in all his beautifully exposed glory. He watched her as she watched him, and finally he spoke. "May I be rough with you?" "Yes, please," she whispered, eyes wide.

I forced myself to breathe evenly, but Kennedy’s gaze sharpened, and I knew he’d noticed the slight change in my demeanor. “Andreas Thorne,” he spat, the name dripping with venom. “Another rich, handsome guy who had everything handed to him. Ashton was supposed to make him a mark, just like all the others. But she didn’t. She fell for him.” He slammed his fist against the table, making the silverware clatter. “She loved him, Ashley. Said she didn’t want to see me anymore. Do you know what that did to me? Watching her give him everything she refused to give me?”

The other hand covered her pubic area. She heard Thorne inhale sharply as his eyes roamed over her naked body, and heard the cracking of his bones as his fur receded, and he turned back to his human form. “Look at me,” he ordered, his voice carrying a strange, strained quality, and she couldn’t tell if he was angry or something else. Nervously, she raised her eyes, taking in his naked form. His skin was flushed from exertion, beads of sweat clinging to him. His hand cupped over his private area, covering his nakedness.

"Unless you want us to drag you there." I didn't fight. I walked to the heavy timber cross, my hands trembling as I raised them to the leather cuffs. Bastien snapped them shut, then moved to my ankles, spreading me wide. I was pinned, a butterfly on a board, exposed to the three most powerful men in the city. Thorne stepped forward with a pair of shears. With a single, smooth motion, he sliced through my blouse and trousers, leaving the expensive fabric in heaps on the floor. I stood there naked, my breasts heaving, my pussy glistening under the surgical-grade LED lights.

"That jerk! Using me for pleasure without permission. That's unfair, only I get to do that." With a wicked grin playing on my lips, I pushed open the door, and my core grew wetter when I saw the naked Ashton, his erected shaft in his hand. Ashton was shocked to see me at first, but an evil smirk appeared on his face almost immediately. He continued to rub himself, staring at me intently. “Enjoying yourself, Ashton?” I purred, leaning against the doorframe, my eyes raking over his naked body and trying hard to stop myself from rubbing my legs together to ease the ache between my legs. “Looks like you need a hand or a wet dripping cunt.”

"There's a part of the water that's shallow enough for us to stand in." I turned to look into his eyes, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. "I would love to, but what about our clothes? We don't have an extra set of clothes with us." Ashton chuckled and pulled me closer. "Who said we need clothes to have fun?" With that, he stood and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned physique. Next, he unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the ground, leaving him standing there in only his boxers. And just as I thought he was going to the water already, he removed his boxers, standing completely naked in front of me.