Luke Macfarlane Nude Novels & Stories

shouted the guy while literally thumping on Alice’s door. Elena opened the door without knowing who it was. “Who the hell is shouting like a mad dog?” She asked in an irritated tone. Her eyes fell on Luke standing in front of her only in a towel wrapped around his waist showing off his delicious body. The water was dripping from his sexy wet hair to his muscular chest and finally to his well sculpted abs making it a hypnotic sight to see. She couldn’t deny with his wet hair and well built naked body, he was irresistibly attractive and undeniably sexy.

Just Lake at a photoshoot in a polo, lips slightly parted. Max’s breathing slowed. His fingers drifted unconsciously to his nipples. He scrolled. Lake was shirtless, holding a bottle of water, his whole body wet and glistening. "Fuck," Max groaned. His fingers slid down to the waistband of his sweats. He closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again. He couldn’t control it. His fingers dipped beneath the edge of his trousers—slow, torturous. All he could think of was Lake’s lips. The way they parted. The way they moved. The way they might feel on him.

“You wanna hear something else that is funny? Since two years ago, I couldn't get my dick up.” “What?” “Yeah, that's true. I hooked up with lots of guys and girls, but I couldn't get my dick up. For two long years! Because… they weren't you.” Luke gulped. His heart hammering against his ribs. “Even last night, I still couldn't get it up when Brittany stood there nearly naked… until I imagined she was you.” “What?!!” “Yes, I imagined you were the one standing in front of me, naked. I held that picture in my mind till I orgasmed.”

Seun replied. "Does anyone else have a better plan, because that plan has a 30 percent probability of success" May spoke as she scribbled with her pen on her notepad. Seems she had done a quick maths of their success if such plan was implemented. "I have a better plan" a thick baritone voice was heard from the door leading to the passage/corridor. it was Luke standing up right half-naked with only a shorts on and his eyes blue in colour. His fangs drawn out with dark circles around his eyes. A sign of blood thirst........

"Camelia, you can't take a drunk man words seriously." I turned over to the other side of the couch and closed my eyes, letting sleep take over. **** "I still can't believe my dad tore the certificate," a voice said. The sound woke me from my sleep. I sat up, brushing aside the messy hair that sprawled over my face, and turned to look toward the sound. My eyes widened as the remaining sleep cleared from my mind. Luke was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. He was shirtless, wearing only grey sweatpants that sat low on his hips, showing the sharp curve of his waist.

"We figured you might like to see. Love, Kelly and Duncan." Attaching the photos, he fired it off and smiled at her. She dove at him as he slid the laptop onto the coffee table. The next day, Marie immediately came by her desk to gush over how much she liked the pictures. "I'm surprised that you put a nude one in there too!" she said. "Ed definitely enjoyed that one." Kelly blushed. "I was afraid that you'd show him." Marie rolled her eyes. "Sweetie, you've been nearly topless in front of him. It wasn't that big of a deal."

My fingers shook as I clicked the most recent one. A video popped up. There he was. Marcus Kane. My mom’s new husband. My stepdad. Forty-three years old, built like he lifted weights for a living, with that sharp jaw and dark eyes that always made me look away too fast. But in the video, he wasn’t wearing the expensive shirts and watches he wore around the house. He was naked, cock thick and hard in his fist, stroking slow while a woman moaned on her knees in front of him.

This way, Elena couldn't ask me further questions, and I didn't need to answer. "Mac, have you found anything on this Jake guy?" I asked. "I have. Jake was seen talking to Beta Luke from the Blood pack," Mac informed me, showing a picture of Luke and Jake together. "I wonder if Alpha Theo of the Blood pack knows that his beta is conversing with a human," Mac pondered. "I'll have a conversation with Theo and Luke once we've resolved Elena's identity test," I promised, waiting for Emma to return from the chapel. Mac cast me a subtly concerned glance, obviously picking up on my increasing anxiety.

Thirty days ended at midnight. Luke stood in the middle of Argon’s private penthouse suite, still dressed in the sheer black lace maid lingerie from the final night. His body ached in the best and worst ways, thighs sore, hole tender and still faintly leaking from the endless breeding, skin marked with faint bruises and rope lines. The headpiece sat crooked in his hair now, a crooked little bow that somehow made him look even more ruined. Argon leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, whiskey glass in hand, watching him with those storm-gray eyes that no longer felt purely predatory. The silence between them stretched, thick and heavy.

" Sir, right here?" " Nah! Right there... Of course here, Luke." " But sir." I eyed the nurses... Come on... Lying down in just boxers in front of a bunch of people, especially some females... Too much exposing " Son, this is our job. We can even see you naked. Stop freaking out and don't waste more time." He said obviously I made him lose his patience. I just stripped out of my clothes and lie down there. I hate this kind of skin show and here we are