Matthew Rhys Nude Novels & Stories

And the distance felt like an unending stretch. He placed me on the bed before he started undressing, and staring at his exposed muscle and orbs, I was fighting to keep myself in check... but in check? I was too far gone to even care. "'Please, Rhys, take me," I whispered, running my fingers through my hair. " Come here." He was already undressed, his huge and veined Alpha cock on full display and I whimpered from just looking at it, and imagining things. I never thought I would lose my first to the mate I hated, and it felt right...let's all blame the heat..

I angle my body away as remove my pants, wanting to wait for the right moment to tell him. When I turn back, Matthias is staring at me, an unmistakable blaze of heat in his eyes. "In fact, when you're done with your bath, I'm going to ravage you." "Oh yeah?" I hold his gaze as slowly pull off the last of my undergarments so my body is bared to him.

“Touching that pretty pussy while thinking about us?” Heat flooded my face, but I didn’t pull my hand away. I couldn’t. I was too close. Rhys stalked toward me, unbuttoning his black shirt as he moved. Tattoos covered his chest and abs — dark, intricate ink that made him look even more lethal. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my smaller frame. “Keep going,” he ordered softly. “Show me how you touch yourself when you think about my cock.” My fingers moved again, slower now, embarrassed but unable to stop. Rhys watched every movement, eyes burning. He reached down and pulled my hand away, bringing my glistening fingers to his mouth. He sucked them clean with a low groan.

she repeated. She clenched her teeth and glared angrily at them. Apollo and Marisa cautiously moved out of her way. They stood there watching her as she crawled to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Meanwhile, Fleurie was disgusted by her reflection. She was extremely pale. Her hair was in a tangle. She examined a skeleton. She didn't want her mate to see her in this state. She didn't want her mate to touch someone as unattractive as her. She's not even likeable.

Across the mat stood Rhys. He was stripped to the waist, wearing only dark fight shorts and heavy leather combat wraps around his hands and wrists. The matte-black titan-steel harness sat flush against his massive, scar-lined torso, its pale silver conduits glowing faintly in response to his elevated pulse. Without the formal suit coats or tactical armor hiding his frame, his physical presence was overwhelming—six feet four inches of solid muscle, lethal speed, and terrifying Alpha power. "Again," Rhys rumbled, his deep baritone echoing off the reinforced concrete walls. His hazel-blue eyes were flared into a fierce, golden-tinged focus.

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

a husky voice rumbled from behind me. My breath hitched. Don Matteo stood there, a dark silhouette against the faint hallway light. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, narrowed. "M..mr. Russo." His eyes dropped to the shattered glass on the floor. He chuckled darkly. "Eavesdropping I see." "I.. didn't...I wasn't..." I stepped back as he took predatory steps towards me, till my back was against the wall. I gulped when he leaned in. "What did I say about not getting too curious?" His breath tickled my neck, a sardonic smile played on his lips.

My heart pounded in my chest. I had to go. Now. If I followed Connors instructions perhaps I could still find my way. I turned, ready to sprint out when a loud yelp suddenly made me freeze. “Sorry! Sorry!” A female voice suddenly rang as more rustling emanated. I took several steps back as more rustling ensued. A distance away, a figure revealed itself. It was a woman peeking through the corner of the tree which was covering the rest of her body. Her flaming red hair flowed down from the way she tilted her body and from what I could see, she was half naked.

The creep replied, winking at me and bile rose up my throat as panic set in the pit of my stomach. My eyes trailed down my body, as I registered my situation right now. I am naked, with no form of clothing on my body as well. Darren is half-naked. Did we— “No… No.. No.. That’s not possible, that’s not..” I shook my head frantically to dispel the thought of what he was implying. That can’t be true. I wouldn’t do that. Not with my elder sister’s boyfriend, not when I have the absolute best mate in the whole f^cking world. Why the hell would I have sex with a scumbag like Darren? Hell no.

We aren’t dead? “Matilda, I request you join my pack. Do you consent?” Onyx says impatiently. He holds both sides of my face, making sure I am focused on him. His eyes are frantic and begging as I grit my teeth and nod ‘yes’. “I need you to say the words, babe.” “I consent.” I whisper, my words morphing into an anguished scream as I reach up to touch his arm.