Erin Ryder Nude Novels & Stories

My back arched involuntarily, a silent invitation. Ryder, who had momentarily pulled back, had now pulled the blanket completely aside, revealing his magnificent bare chest, rippling with muscle. His ceremonial trousers lay discarded, his jeans already unbuttoned, stretched taut over his straining erection. The sight of him, so utterly consumed by desire, sent a thrill of heat coursing through my veins. I could only imagine how I looked to them, to him, lying there, exposed and vulnerable, with three mouths, three sets of powerful hands, all loving and worshiping every inch of my body.

Though my curiosity piqued, I decided not to pry and continued walking toward the bedroom. However, the moment I pushed the bedroom door open, I froze instantly. Ryder was standing right in the middle of the room, fresh out of the shower. And he was completely, utterly naked. My eyes widened in pure shock. Drops of water trailed down his damp hair, tracing his tattooed chest and eight-pack abs, down past the enticing V-line at his waist, and... oh, God. The man's manhood was so large, thick, and intimidating. Everything was exposed clearly right in front of my eyes without a single barrier.

Then… Click. The lights suddenly came on, bright and blinding. Shivers ran down my spine. I froze in place. Slowly, I turned toward the light switch. Ryder stood there. He wore nothing on top except a pair of thick jogger pants hanging low on his waist. His bare chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. His blue eyes glared at me like they could start a fire any second. “You’re clubbing now?” He asked.

Hell, I don't even wonder if he's really telling the truth about Nadia being in the car outside. I believe him. My hand travels under his shirt. The feel of his skin against mine sends shivers of pleasure down my spine. I've imagined this moment so much in my mind, and I've seen it countless times in my dreams already, and so far, I have no regrets. Ryder breaks the kiss to pull his shirt over his head. I take in the sight of his hard chest with a few thin scars here and there, no doubt from hockey. He has hair on his lower belly, and it disappears beneath his boxers. I sit up and do the same, getting rid of my shirt. I hesitate as I reach around to unclasp my bra, and Ryder notices.

The voice chuckles and I whine, dropping the below beside it before sitting up on the bed with my eyes barely open, but I open them enough to scan across the tasty man that's standing before me. Ryder is staring at me with a smirk across his face, shirtless with water dripping down his wet hair to his face, down his jaw then dropping across his inked chest which states that he just came out of the bathroom, and he's looking so fucking good, it's taking everything in me not to close the small space between us and lick down his chest. Yes, I know it's gross, but it's something I'll do. "Stop staring at me that way and get your butt off that bed. You're going to be late. "

In control. He reached for the hem of his shirt and tugged it over his head in one smooth motion. The fabric tousled his dark hair further, and revealed his body. Broad chest, lean abs, every muscle defined like a fucking Greek statue, all fully on display now. Ryder’s mouth went dry. Fuck. No one should look like that. Not real people. Not guys who’d just made his girlfriend cum so hard she couldn’t speak. It was unfair. Obscene. And somehow, Ryder was still hard.

Kent growled, and his breath moved my loose blonde hair. “Change back. Change back now!” I demanded. He was scary. Probably more than the wolf that attacked me. Thankfully, the fur dissipated back into skin and his wolfish features turned back to manly ones, as two of his four arms turned back into arms and he was standing upright again. Naked.

I walked inside my study and I was a bit surprised to see Rayne inside. I was not angry that she was there since I already allowed her to come and borrow whichever book she wanted to read. I saw her inspecting the map of the new world, tracing her fingers over the empires. She looked so beautiful when she was concentrating on something. I loved how she looked in her black pants and her red leather jacket. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders in natural waves. I did not need to see her face to be sure that she looked gorgeous, because she always looked gorgeous.

he asked. I closed my eyes when I sensed Ryan was going to shift. Of course I was desperate to look, he obviously wanted me to look. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. “I was afraid you guys would … I thought you guys might…” I trailed off. “That we’d what,” Ryan asked, he sounded stunned. My eyes opened involuntarily and there stood my beefy mate, naked in all his glory. All of it. He had a few tattoos but he wasn’t covered like Nate was, not even close.