Kristen Ashley Wild Man Novels & Stories

a feminine voice drifted from behind her. Ashley turned to see a stunning woman in a royal blue gown. Her makeup was bold and flawless, her hair swept back with the elegant precision of a prima ballerina. She looked fit and radiant, and Ashley found herself staring, momentarily losing her train of thought in sheer admiration. “Ah! Forgive my wife, she’s simply stunned by you,” Dane said smoothly. He wrapped an arm around Ashley’s waist, pulling her flush against him.

I needed the pain and pleasure that came from his hands. An animalistic sound ripped through Asher; one I hadn't heard before. He gathered me in his arms and stormed out of the bathroom, placing me on the bed before crawling on top of me. My fingers clawed at his clothing, tearing into the grey sweatpants he wore. My nails lengthened on their own as Maya spurred me on. The desperate lu*t burning in his eyes nearly brought me to my knees. I didn't know I could make someone want me this bad, but Asher did. His lips trailed over every inch of my skin, rough and demanding.

A free spirit who took no prisoners. Jeremy had only to crook his little finger to summon a bevy of girls panting to have him shaft them. They flattered him, made him feel macho and virile, but none was as exciting as Karen. She was a potent drug, too powerful for all save the strongest personality. The need to convince himself that he could tame her forced him to attempt it again and again.

As soon as she frantically covered her chest, the man said, "It's not like you haven't seen it before, why bother to scream like this?" She wanted to die, but the man said something like this, is he shameless? Ashley panicked and blurted out, "Who wants to see it? It's so ugly!" Ugly? How dare this woman call him ugly? "What? Have you ever seen a beautiful one?" Morgan Blackstorm was suddenly annoyed, what Ashley said made him very upset! Ashley cursed him back and forth a hundred and eighty times in her heart from beginning to end. Not to mention that she is still a nineteen-year-old girl in this life, even in the last life, she lived to be nearly thirty and never saw any of it, okay?

In the Kingdom of Veridia, history was written by kings. Now, it is written by fangs. For a thousand years, the Great Prism held the balance between Man and Beast. But when the artifact shatters, the Primal Aether floods the world, unlocking the dormant, violent potential within human DNA. In a single night of blood and fur, civilization collapses. The weak become prey, and the strong become The Wild-Blooded—humans twisted into apex predators by the spirits of lions, gorillas, and dragons. Ren is a nobody—a lowly scribe with ink on his fingers and a fear of heights. When the Aether sickness hits, he falls from the Spire of Scribes to his death. But he doesn't stay dead. Awakening with t

Too close. Like he was touching her. Adrian’s jaw tightened. Who the hell was that? He read the caption underneath the photo: *Newly single Kira Ashford was spotted having an intimate dinner with an unidentified man at Solstice last night. Sources say the two looked very cozy. Is the billionaire heiress already moving on?* Adrian stared at the photo. Moving on. She was moving on. It had been one week. One week since she left. And she was already out with another man.

The assistant's eyes widened in recognition. "Miss... Miss Knight?" James stammered. "The one from this morning's news?" "The very same." Ashlyn's smile was practiced perfection. "And you are?" "Richard Walker," the tall man answered, studying her with intense eyes. "Though I'm sure you already knew that." "Actually, I didn't." She met his gaze steadily. "But I do know we both need a marriage certificate tonight." Richard's eyebrows rose slightly. "And why would the infamous Ashlyn Knight want to marry a stranger?"

In Ashport, it was no secret that my mom, Celia Gibson, had two families. When she was up in Northline, she stayed with Dad and me. When she was down in Southbank, she cared for the man who once saved her life and his son. Years ago, Arthur Poole stepped in and took a knife that should have struck her when the dock she was at exploded. From that moment, Celia lived as if her life belonged to him. Dad fought with her about it for over a decade. The wealthy in Ashport snickered behind his back, saying Liam Olson was her husband in name only. After all, Dad couldn't even get her to cut ties with her so-called savior. Then, Celia got pregnant with my little sister. Arthur called her, scream

I went to sit down, because my head spun again. Destiny walked right up to me where I sat, eyes blazing and if I didn’t have such a killer headache, I would have kissed the sass right out of her. Damn, this girl made me crazy. “Secondly, Mr. James Barrington, this hot little piece of ass is off limits. You get me? I refuse to be a Billionaire’s fuck toy.” God, she looked amazing, narrowing those eyes at me, her pearly teeth bared like a kitten, I hardly heard a word she said. In my mind’s eye I saw her tied to my bed and begging for my cock.

The woman gyrated her waist as if in defiance. Heat quickly coursed through Asher's body. The man began kissing all parts of Elena's exposed body. It was smooth and white as porcelain. When he reached the waist, his kisses stopped. He paid close attention to the curves there. No matter how many women he had dated, the waist in front of him was far more beautiful than the waist of the woman he had dated before. Asher's wild thoughts were getting the better of him. He gently bit Elena's pelvis. "Asher!" Elena screamed out before he finally laid her down on the bed.