Elijah Rivera Nudes Novels & Stories

I lifelessly make my way out of the castle, I go to the woods and when I get there, I urge Layla to take over me. When she does, she runs all the way from here to my pack, never to come back here again. This is not the kind of betrayal that can be forgiven. ELIJAH'S POV. I open my eyes but they are almost blinded by the violent sunrays that are prying through the window curtains. I instantly close them and turn my head to the other side before opening them again and I almost scream when I see Ella lying beside me, stark naked. I quickly sit upright as I try to recollect my thoughts and when memories of what happened last night flood my mind, I scream loudly, waking Ella up.

Chapter 3: Private Photoshoot Jax Rivera stood under the bright studio lights wearing nothing but a half-unbuttoned silk shirt that hung open over his chest, the cool air brushing against his exposed skin while Elias Voss adjusted the camera angles with precise movements that made Jax’s pulse race faster than usual. The entire studio had been cleared for this private late-night session. There was no assistants and no other models. It was just the two of them, the soft click of the camera, and the heavy tension that had been building since the dressing room encounter. Jax’s cock already stirred between his legs, thickening visibly as Elias’s dark eyes raked over his body like he was deciding

Elijah asked as he took two steps back. “No. What do you do?” I asked as I cleaned any stray tears Elijah didn’t handle. I opened my mouth in shock as Elijah took off his clothes, piece by piece till he was stark naked. I was surprised without embarrassment on my face about the sight since I’ve had my fair share of men as I hid my excited smile. Elijah ran fast on the plank path before he jumped into the water and swam to the surface. I laughed as I watched him scream with excitement before I clapped my hands and walked to the end of the plank.

Only rain and the occasional squall can be heard. Elijah returns from his forty minute hot tub session. He had been on the beach before that, caught in the rain and terribly chilly. “I needed that”, he says, strutting through the room, “I was so cold.” I have the brilliant idea of looking up, coming face to face with his naked torso. His hair is still damp and he is only wearing a towel. “Geez”, I gasp, covering my eyes quickly, “couldn’t you have put a shirt on?”

, Marcus said this time to a guard, who brought a phone to me, I looked at their face, my fists clenched tightly, the guard began shaking from my reaction, I harshly collected it, It was one of the social media apps, and the caption read “A member of the trusted circle and the next Luna shares explicit moments….” The actual fuck, Elijah’s photo was placed next to a video, he was shirtless and his dragon tattoo was displayed over his body, I clicked the video, and I almost threw the phone away, I, however, watched my Rayell lay on the bed naked at that!!!?, a man was over her, touching her intimately, he was wearing a mask, but his bare shoulders had a huge dragon tattoo, almost like the one

"She said something about how rare they are and how they remind her of her childhood territory." "That's brilliant! Thank you so much!" "No problem," Rachel said cheerfully. "Though I have to tease you about your complete lack of hunting rights. Do you need me to transfer some to help with expenses?" "I'm managing, but thank you for offering," Elara replied with gratitude. **(God's POV)** Meanwhile, Caleb Rivers emerged from the washing den, his hair still damp from his shower. He found Rachel lounging on their shared sleeping furs, clearly amused by something on her communication device.

Elara and Coach watched with proud, relieved expressions. Elias concluded his program for the day, breathing hard but smiling. He skated to the boards, grabbed his things, and headed to the locker room. He picked up few things quickly, then went to the washroom. “Thank God no one is here,” he muttered, breathing out in relief. He pulled off his clothes and stepped under the shower, letting the hot water cascade over his body. “You sure about that?” Elias’s eyes snapped open. Jax stood in front of him, completely naked, water running down his muscular frame. The washroom door was locked behind him.

(Elian’s POV) I woke up with a wince, grimacing as I tried to swallow. Everywhere hurt. I glanced to my side, doing a double take. My eyes landed on the person beside me. Jasper. Suddenly, it all came back to me. My live stream last night. The comment asking me to check my closet. Jasper jerking off with my briefs. Jasper fucking me all night long in front of my viewers. Bile rose up my throat. Jasper was sprawled on his back, the golden mask no longer on his face. He was naked, and the sight of his flaccid cock made me dry-heave.

Elena lay sprawled on the worn leather couch, her body a slick, trembling mess of sweat and cum, sandwiched between Jax and Rico. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, the afterglow of her orgasms still pulsing through her veins like electric currents. Jax's cum dried in sticky trails across her tits, while Rico's load leaked slowly from her pussy, a warm trickle that made her thighs quiver every time she shifted.

Being the source of entertainment for these people was the last thing he wanted to do, I knew that. "Strip, Slave Eliyah." Elder Orlando's voice was sharp as a whip. Before he could help himself, Eliyah's hands reached to the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it off, revealing his tanned, muscular body. I saw his hands tremble as he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them off. And then his boxers. The crowd gasped at his sight and then like cheered like a pack of hungry wolves. They viewed him like a fine piece of meat. His face was deathly cold as he glared straight ahead.