Derek Yates Nude Novels & Stories

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

Ben Yates, from the rear, immediately rushed forward after seeing Harvey York and exclaimed, “Butler Yates, he’s Harvey York!” “He’s the one that turned Mr. Norton into this vegetative state!” “The Yates family from Buckwood also got to this point because of him!” “He’s the one that beat up Finn Yates too!” “Butler Yates, quickly dispose of this trash!” “He said that he doesn’t even look up to America either! So, he’s being disobedient by committing this sin!”

I pushed open the door to Derek’s study. He was waiting, leaning against his desk in just grey sweatpants that did nothing to hide his massive erection. The moment the door clicked shut and locked, he crossed the room and claimed my mouth in a hungry, possessive kiss. His hands roamed greedily, shoving the robe off my shoulders until it pooled at my feet. I stood completely naked before him, nipples hard, pussy already dripping down my inner thighs. “Fuck, princess,” he groaned, stepping back to drink in the sight.

I groaned, tossing onto my side and fluttering my eyes open, only to freeze instantly. Yates was lying right beside me, completely shirtless, fast asleep on my pillows. "Oh my God," I gasped under my breath, my heart skipping a beat. One of his heavy arms was draped securely over my waist, holding me against him in a protective grip. Surprisingly, panic wasn't my first reaction. Instead, I found myself quietly studying his face. His dark bangs had fallen forward, partially covering his closed eyes, and his lips looked incredibly full and soft. My eyes drifted down to his broad, naked shoulders, and a vivid memory of gripping those exact shoulders in the woods flashed through my mind. I bit m

He yanked my tank top over my head, exposing my breasts to the air. Derek's mouth was on them immediately, sucking one nipple while his fingers worked the button on my shorts. The forest around us seemed to fade, all I cared about was their hands, their mouths. Marcus pushed my shorts down, along with my panties, leaving me naked from the waist down. His fingers traced my ass, then dipped between my cheeks, teasing my hole there lightly. "You're so wet already," Derek said, his voice were rough as he knelt in front of me, spreading my legs.

“Yes, it's easier that way and I don't get to rip my clothes into shreds. Wolves aren't keen on nudity, we see each other's nakedness when we shift, it's no big deal. Only if you're mated then your mate will be possessive of you, just as Asher is with Raven too.” Derek explained to her. “Oh, okay.i think I'm going to face the other way. Just like Raven too. I can't see you naked like this, not in front of everyone.” She says, blushing. Derek chuckles, “okay.” Maya turns around and I shield Raven from Derek's nakedness. In a matter of seconds, a big brown wolf stood where Derek was standing just a while ago.

His warm fingers brushed hair out of my face and my body curled even more, eyes squeezing shut even tighter. "I know you're awake, you know. Don't hide from me," he murmured. "Not here, in our bedroom. Never here. Look at daddy, baby girl. Open your eyes for me." Then what? Open my legs too? I cracked one eye open. Derek sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but low slung, charcoal sleep pants. I let myself take in his bare chest, sculpted and defined. Fuck me. No, wait. Don't.

Jacqueline’s POV The room fell quiet, first like a pause, then a vacuum. It was Derek. In bed. Naked. With someone else. His head was thrown back, his mouth parted in pleasure. A woman’s red-painted nails gripped his chest, and his hands cupped the curve of her hips. Every inch of my body froze. The air thickened. “Jacqueline…?” someone whispered. My hands trembled as I looked at the second photo behind the first. Another angle. Another woman.

his cloths were rumpled and dirty . "hey Derek " I called "hummm " he hummed . "you look really happy what's the occasion " I stylishly ask but ended a chuckle from him "am just happy " he said and push his door open and we both walked in . he took off his dirty jacket and tossed in on the coat stand beside his reading table .he took off his boots too ad in no time he was completely naked in front of me , damn he doesn't know what he's doing to me . I could already feel my pussy getting wet by mare looking at his naked body .