Kim Wolfe Nude Novels & Stories

It looked like someone who never got around to fully unpacking. Subconsciously, I stretched my arms and yawned. That was when he walked in. Kade Wolfe. My stomach twisted at the sight of him. He was bare-chested with a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his waist, teasing me with the sharp outline of his V-line. I swallowed hard. “You’re up,” he said casually before picking up a black shirt lying nearby and pulling it over his head. My eyes trailed to his biceps and the flex of his abs from that simple movement nearly made my mouth water. He looked like he had been sculpted by the Greek gods themselves.

Maura, wearing only a robe, froze in the living room doorway, her mouth falling open as she watched the two wolves pass. We ended up in our bedroom. Before my wolf’s eyes stood a naked Kirill, arms outstretched. I don’t know what he did, but my body began to arch and stretch on its own. Within a minute, I was sitting on the floor—wet, dirty, and completely naked. “Did you enjoy the walk?” Kirill asked gently, smiling. Embarrassed, I crossed my arms over my bare chest, trying to cover myself. My hand brushed against the pendant.

Then at the Last Witness. “No one is making that choice for us.” Hope flickered inside me. For the first time since this nightmare began, I saw uncertainty on the Nameless King’s face. Because Kael was doing something unexpected. Something impossible. Something that had broken every cycle before. He was refusing the rules. The balance erupted with power. The silver markings on my skin blazed brighter than ever. The two colossal eyes beyond the fracture widened. The First Wolf suddenly spoke inside my mind. Not softly this time. Not gently. With shock. With urgency. With fear.

Nikki: “Doctor Wolfe is great. She is actually a member of the Desert Moon pack, so I don’t have to hide what I am during therapy.” Frankie: “That is so awesome. You’ll actually be able to truly benefit from being able to be completely honest.” Nikki: “Yes, she has me journaling this week, so that I can get my thoughts and feelings down for next week’s session.” Frankie: “Sounds perfect. So not to change the subject, but what are you wearing right now?” Nikki: “Oh, just a lace bra and thong.” Frankie: “Oh? Well that’s quite an image to have in my head. Are your nipples hard?”

Kyle was still watching boring soccer, so I got my stuff and headed for the shower in my robe. There was one other girl in there, about Kyle's age. Nude, getting ready to shower, and not the least shy. Mid five foot, and she had an amazing body. I've never seen a woman naked. I mean in p**n, but not in real life. This girl was perfect. Curvy, tall, big, I mean BIG breasts, a shaved pussy, and no trace of tan lines. Wow. Blonde hair and blue eyes, of course. I felt like a turd on a plate next to filet mignon.

“Then I’ll drag them into the light.” He exhaled, shaking his head. “That’s not how…” I was already walking toward the exit.The hallway was narrow, the sound of footsteps echoing off the marble. Outside, the noise returned louder this time, the press ready for blood. The doors opened. Flashes exploded. Questions hit all at once. “Mr. Wolfe! The girls! Do you deny the charges?” “Is it true the Bureau found footage of you?” “Who is Aria Blake and is your cousin really who you were looking for?”

And Kyle, 29, the quiet one with a gym-rat body and the biggest dick of them all — easily ten inches and beer-can thick. They circled me like predators. “Strip,” Jax ordered. I peeled off my tank top and shorts, my hands trembling as I did. Not because I was scared and was unsure about this. No. Because I was fucking excited this was real. Next, I was standing completely naked in front of them, my seven-inch cock rock hard and pointing straight up. They whistled appreciatively. “Pretty little birthday boy,” Clinton growled, palming my ass roughly. “This hole is about to get destroyed. Are you ready?”

“The bag should fit both our sets of clothing and shoes.” I nodded, and began to strip. That’s the thing about werewolves. Most of us just don’t give a damn about nudity. Most of the time. I admit that when Kimi stripped to shift, I snuck a peek. She had great curves. She had a set of pert breasts that my palms itched to grope, an almost flat stomach, but not entirely flat, and the most perfect ass I have ever had the pleasure to view. “Get an eye full?” she asked when she caught me staring.

Everything I though she would be, a spoilt brat princess sheltered from the world and self-involved, was the opposite to what she was. We stayed at the lavender field for about an hour before making our way to the swimming hole. The small stream that filtered into it from the rocks above was flowing slightly, however the silence made the sound of the water echo through the trees. Assuming she would start clicking away with her camera again, I sat at the base of a nearby tree ready to watch as she flittered around the waters edge trying to find the right angle. When she approached me and placed her camera down, I was confused until she walked towards the edge of the water and pulled her dress

"She doesn't look like a Wolfe." "She looks like us," I said, my voice finally breaking. "She looks like a mistake." "The best one we ever made," he murmured, his eyes closing as he slipped into a natural, healing sleep. Julian sat in the passenger seat, staring at the horizon. He reached into the folder and pulled out one last piece of paper—a photograph Silas had clipped to the back. It was a picture of the real Ethan Wolfe—the boy who died. He was sitting on a swing, laughing. And standing behind him, pushing the swing, was a young woman with a kind smile.