Lindsay Ivan Nude Novels & Stories

* Ivan certainly wasn’t lying about his vacation mindset. While William and Carter were locked in a fishing competition, he spent the entire afternoon lounging under an umbrella, sipping a cold beer. Meanwhile, Layla wandered the deck with her camera, capturing shots of the open sea. She had just finished a round of photos and was looking for a place to sit and review them. “Miss Xander!” Ivan waved her over. “Come sit here—it’s shady. Easier to look through your pictures.” Just as she walked over, Ivan suddenly snatched her camera.

“Your thing needs to get cut off just like other rapists.” She stood as she looked at Khan who only prepared the metal bed. “So much information, Eli.” Khan came out of Ivan’s cell. “Remember, Alpha Ivan. You need to see how happy Luna is with our Alpha.” However, his mind isn’t about Hannah or Reid but because of the loss. “My mother isn’t dead,” Ivan shouted but then, Khan tossed out the photos that they retrieved from the ravens. Ivan reached it, it was his mother in the dress that he bought for her on her birthday, wearing all of the jewelry that he purchased on her last birthday.

He chuckled. “Don’t worry, angel. I’m not like them.” Then he leaned closer, voice darker. “But stand up, or I’ll call ten more to finish what they started.” Lisa’s whole body tensed. She slowly got to her feet, eyes downcast, trembling. She didn’t dare meet his gaze — the rumors about Ivan were legendary. Ruthless. Unpredictable. Cruel. She expected anything… except what came next. Ivan shrugged off his black coat and draped it gently over her shoulders. Then, without a word, he took her by the hand — gently, but firmly.

he finally answered turning to look at me “Can I see your phone for a sec?” I asked but immediately caught the coy smirk on the sides of Ivan’s face from the car mirror. He knew what I was about to do because he knew that I also had a thing for Juniper. Why?” He asked suspiciously “I think it’s time I shared Lolita’s nudes with you.” I said and almost immediately he handed me his phone in excitement. Lolita was my swim coach. She was crazy attractive and athletic. She’s also a very popular swim suit model and is very into me. The guys knew about it and Archer is quite obsessed with her because of how hot she is.

he asked as we approached Ivan’s door. “Don’t worry about it,” I said and gave him a warm smile. “You sure?” he persisted. I nodded. “Alright then, let’s go see what Ivan has in store for us,” Javier said and pushed open the door. Ivan was standing right before us, stark naked. My hands flew to my mouth as my eyebrows shot up. “My turn!” he said fixing me with a sexy smile. Javier shook his head smiling, “You cheeky bastard, you just can’t keep it in your pants, can you?”

I opened the text and my breath got caught in my throat. My hands shook, my body trembled as I stared at the pictures of Celine and Ivan kissing, she had a ring on her finger, the next picture made me drop my phone instantly. It was a naked picture of her and Ivan, she was smiling and Ivan was holding her next to him with his eyes closed. I definitely can’t live with a picture like this one in my mind. Sighing, I was going to give it up, I deleted the message and took a turn back home but I just couldn’t leave.

His dress shirt was open at the top, showing off those dark tattoos creeping up his neck and chest. God, he looked good. Dangerous, yeah, but beautiful in that way that made my stomach flip. A week without that intense gaze, that commanding presence, and it felt like a thirst being slaked just by looking at him. My body reacted without my permission, a warm rush hitting me low. I tore my gaze away, scanning the room just to avoid staring at him. That's when I saw the guy kneeling on the floor. Ivan. His face was pale, sweat beading on his forehead and hands clasped tight in front of him like he was praying.

I am thrilled to see he is already naked. “Get that dress off and spread your legs for me.” Oh, sweet Moon Goddess, I love it when he becomes all demanding. I do exactly what he asks of me. Ivan stands behind me and his hot breath on my neck causes shivers to flow throughout my body. As he palms my boobs and tweaks my nipples, the sparks from our bond cause ripples of desire to shoot to my core. My thong is soaked from my wetness and when Ivan glides his hands down to my slit, he groans when he feels my sopping underwear.

So I knocked softly. No answer. I pushed the door open gently. There he was, lying on his bed, pillow pulled over his head, half-naked as usual. Just jeans. The lampshade was still on, casting a soft light over the room. I couldn’t help but notice his body as I walked past, he looked so good. Ivan slowly turned his head toward me, his forehead still creased in a frown. Even with his wounds, his face was captivating. His lips were still a bright red, like he’d been smoking.

And sure enough, running beside me, effortlessly keeping up, with a small smirk on his lips, was none other than Ivan. He was wearing a black sleeveless athletic tank top, one that clung a little too well to his body. The damn thing highlighted the lean, and toned muscle across his chest and shoulders that had no business looking like that on someone his age. His arms—oh, god. His biceps flexed slightly with every movement, veins subtly popping like they were personally out to ruin me. And don’t even get me started on his shorts. They were those two-layer kind with the inner lining peeking out, and they showed just enough of his thighs to make me question my morals.