Dane Halo Nude Novels & Stories

“Both of you.” Ryan stripped. Danielle pulled the staff shirt over her head and dropped it. She was bare now under the harsh fluorescents—small high breasts, dark nipples already tight, the lean muscle of a woman who still ran five miles every morning. Harlan’s eyes moved over her without haste, then settled on Ryan’s cock, which had gone fully hard again despite the terror sitting in his stomach like a stone. “Get on your back on the mat,” Harlan told his wife. Danielle slid off the bench and lay down on the thick black rubber flooring, knees bent, feet flat. Harlan’s voice stayed conversational.

Just last month, the entire Hale family had both made the cover of Vintage Daily for family of the week. And then—Damon. He stood just behind them, slightly out of the line of focus, as if he didn’t want to be there at all. His hair was a dark chestnut brown, neat but not overdone, with a few rebellious strands that caught the light. He wore a slate shirt with the sleeves rolled once at the wrist, the collar open just enough to reveal the faintest line of his throat. It was too simple an outfit for a boy of his name, but maybe that was what made him stand out.

"Oh god." Dane's hands on her hips. His forked tongue found her nipple again, both tips working. His copper eyes looking up at her with something that wasn't hunger. Love. The beast was looking at her with love. Harlan climbed onto the bed behind her. His body, massive, fur-covered, pressed against her back. His cock, ribbed and thick and curved, pressed against her. Not her pussy. Dane was there. His cock pressed lower. Against her ass, above where Dane's lower cock was already inside.

I followed the scent and stopped short when I saw who it was. Damon. He'd taken off the tank top he was wearing earlier. Completely shirtless now. Standing very close to the rain. His muscles glistened under the water. His abs were tight and defined. His shoulders were broad. His chest was perfectly sculpted. The water that touched his body traced every line and curve of his body. His hair was dark and a little wet, falling over his forehead. His eyes, deep and slightly intimidating, glowed under the dim outdoor light.

Daniel and Savannah had woken up early this morning. Aerian was still asleep from working last night so we had them shower, eat and relax most of the day. Niven was able to find some coverage so that Aerain could have tonight off. She was exhausted from working these last three nights. I had noticed that the parking lot was full these last three nights. I was glad to see the place full, but I knew my dark princess needed a day off. Niven reminded me that we had decided to make these two nights by reservation only so they should not be as busy. The chef that was supposed to work the previous two nights had gotten sick but was back and was more than happy to take these two nights. I had let my

Violet POV I wasn’t sure if Alpha Dane would go on a honeymoon because he was so busy all the time, but when two weeks later he said that we will go on a five-day trip to Maui, Hawaii, I was pleasantly surprised. Alpha Dane was sitting in Dave’s room with me, watching him play with the latest toy boys loved—an oculus. Dave was so engrossed in it he bought a lightsaber and was fighting in space using the inputs from oculus. Dane had appointed Niti, a young omega girl, to be his nanny. She had built a makeshift rope enclosure to protect him from accidents.

he asked mockingly while trying to suppress the laughter that was already springing up from the side of his lips. I just hate the fact that this guy looks crazy hot even in the dark and he's taking my breath away— the brief run has taken half of my breath away and he was taking away the rest! Wade Daniels was a complete model figure. His hazel-green eyes can make anyone, like anyone, fall for him. Coupled with his impeccable smile that always exposed the one-sided dimple on his left cheek, his charm was irresistible. His height was intimidating and just to make things worse, his chiseled abs and broad shoulders were barely hidden behind the thin piece of jersey he wore. Anyone could see the

My heartbeat skips when the voice, which I know very well asks, and I pause in my steps and turn back around. This time I see Dane up the stair naked from the waist up. My breath becomes rigorous as my eyes scan him from the head down his broad shoulders, hard chest covered with a few golden dark hairs. His refined abs toned and his muscles rigid. I can't see him from so far away but I can tell there is a faint treasure line that starts from his navel, travelling to the centre of his narrow hips where the waistband of his joggers is. I notice both sides of his rib are covered with tattoos and looking back up, I see that his arms and shoulder also bears the dark inks that although I can't see

Dane grinned, making sure I flinched uncomfortably. “Can we not talk about my relationship right now?” Dane chuckled as he picked up the image. “Alright, Ryden. Just apologize and make a grand gesture.” “Oh, Goddess.” Amelia picked up the worst and most graphic image. A white male body in his late twenties with a charred chest, hallowed eyes, mouth wide open, and cauterized claw marks on the lower abdomen. “You’ve seen this way of killing before?” “No, but can’t you see it?” She pointed at me, and I was still clueless.

Now if only justice was so swift for Vlad Solonenko. And while I was at it, I’d like to see Agent Green get what was coming to him too. I pulled into the parking lot at Haulover Beach Park. I had a towel in the back of the car, and I carried it with me out to the beach. If you park in the north lot and then cross under A1A, you come to the nude beach; if you turn left there, and go to the northernmost section, you’ll find it’s all male.