Lydia Wilson Nude Novels & Stories

Lydia responded nervously, still keeping her head down to avoid coming face-to-face with his naked body. She could hear him walking closer and closer to her, and beads of sweat started to form on her forehead when she realized that was going to be standing in front of her with no clothes on. She had a feeling that this was his way of getting back at her, but then again, didn't you realize that he was putting both of them in a hard place? He seemed to be forgetting that she was his mate and that his wolf would want nothing more than for her to jump on him. If she did, resisting her would be quite difficult, if not impossible. Or so she thought.

Instead, she was wearing an oversized t-shirt that definitely was not hers "Oh my god," she whispered, her face burning hot. Her stomach dropped as the realization hit her. He had seen her naked. He had changed her clothes. Ethan Laurent had seen her without...No. No way. This could not be happening. She had to get out of here. Right now. Before he woke up and made this whole thing worse. Lydia tried to slide out of the bed as quietly as possible, wincing as her body protested every movement. Everything hurt.

Having Lydia with me as we walk through the woods feels like I’m on the path to where I’ve always meant to be. Lydia dressed for the weather in a white sundress with blue flowers. It’s long and almost reaches her ankles. The neckline is low enough to give me a nice view of her cleavage without being too revealing. The white tennis shoes she’s wearing are sensible for the walk. It’s easier sometimes to stay in our human form and stroll along slowly rather than rush around as wolves. She bends down to pick up a flower, and I see a bit more of her breasts. She’s mostly covered up, and it just makes me imagine her wearing less. There goes my mind in the gutter again.

The door to his chambers suddenly opened, and the one person that had given me sleepless nights walked out of the room. Lydia was wearing the sexiest nightgown that I had ever seen. Her boobs and nipples were visible through the gown, and I could see her body shake just from staring at her. Her eyes had this look in them that totally pushed me off the edge, and staring at her, I didn’t need anyone to tell me what might have happened between them. Ronan didn’t seem to mind the scene in front of him, but something in me told me that he knew exactly how I felt in that moment.

She no longer looks away. The evidence piles up: emails, false ultrasounds, contradictory analyses. The pieces align. The case is opened. Cassandre is no longer a silent threat. She is a target of truth, of justice. And in Lyra’s eyes, for the first time in weeks, I no longer see terror. I see a woman standing. Standing, strong, pregnant and alive. And beside her, I stand there. Not to repair. To begin.

I am still rock hard as I walk out of my room for a glass of water and I walk in on a girl I have never seen before kneeling in front of Lydia. Lydia's cheeks are bright red as the girl massages sunscreen on her thigh. If I thought my step daughter looked attractive before, now she looks like walking lust. She has on a bikini that barely holds up her boobs, the blue fabrics stretch over her breasts, barely holding on for it's life. Fuck…to suck on those would be so nice. I hide in the corner and grab my still hard cock through my shorts, squeezing it pathetically. What sort of torture is this? I just swore I would taint Lydia and here she is…

“You killed dozens, yet you hide in the dark with a rock. What happened to the ruthless Delinda Dickson?” A sane person will shudder from the intensity of Delinda’s glare. Lydia is different: she boasts the ferociousness of a wolf and the insight of a hawk. “Eat,” Lydia sets the tray at Delinda’s side. “I’ve killed thirty-four people and counting. Or didn’t you hear the guard refer to me as ‘Godmother?” Delinda lunges. Lydia moves swiftly, curbed with the precision of a fighter. One clean strike to Delinda’s throat sends her crashing backwards, choking.

I yelled as I made to stand up and claim him from the silly girl holding his arm but Drusilla turned to the man at the head of the table and growled loudly again. “MATE!” No, she’s making a mistake! Panic and slight anger rushed through me as I tried to turn her in the right direction. The man stared at me so intently and as our eyes locked, a sharp thrill rushed through me and made me gasp. “LYDIA! What is this nonsense! We are having a very important meeting!” Wilson yelled at me angrily as he came forward to meet me. My cheeks stained red from embarrassment at being naked in front of all the officials with Wilson yelling at me like I was some errant child.

"Lily, what the fuck are you doing?" Aiden growls, turns out he was the person approaching us, "Cover yourself now.” "This is a nude photoshoot, I have to be nude. Since when are you two such prudes, huh?" I ask and the attention whore side of me is loving having their eyes on me. At the same time. Once upon a time, Virgin Lily dreamt about this situation... but those dreams ended a lot more dirty than anyone could imagine, "They said I'm so perfect, I don't even need much make up."

She said calmly, not at all fazed by the vulgarity of what she was saying. “If you were remanded in court and asked to prove those allegations, would you be able to?” “Don't you dare lie about it, Lyla.” Her voice turned fierce. “My minion told me that he heard both of you shagging in your office the night you almost drowned in the swimming pool. I wish you just died inside that water.” She said the last part with a lot of anger.