Matthew Rhys Nude Novels & Stories

Because Rizine just started to believe that she had been raped by Milan and Kilan. Minutes after Rizine entered the room, where Kristina had been calling for help. The adults also arrived in the room because they heard someone calling for help, it sounded like someone was being raped. The Adults ended up seeing Kristina, Milan, and Kilan naked on the sofa bed. And Rizine was also there shocked and dumbfounded at the sight of her mate that was naked and laying next to a girl who was also naked. When the Adults entered the room they were shocked to see their Alpha naked next to another girl.

“Hi.” “Hey baby.” He scrubs his face, giving me a peek at the bulge of his bicep and his forearms. He’s shirtless, laying back on his bed. There are some scattered files by his side and he looks a bit exhausted. Or maybe turned on? I’m not sure. His hand drops away from his face, running down his chest. His shoulder muscle flexes and his lips part. “You’re so fucking sexy, Peaches.” Rhys grins. He’s totally touching himself.

Having determined by the smells that there was no one nearby, I, as I was, went naked. It is necessary to get to the car, get dressed, and even if someone sees me, I don’t care. Leah is my mate! Cursing, he smiled. I got to the car without meeting anyone, although the sight must have been an amusing one: an excited member, proudly rearing, swayed slightly in time with my steps. He put on jeans, but did not fasten them, of course. Pulling on a T-shirt, he walked to the nearest tree and sat down on the ground, leaning his back against the trunk. Closing his eyes, he groaned: an image of naked Leah appeared before his eyes. Desire rolled in waves, from thoughts of what I would do with her, my h

It was a video of Nora tied down naked in a dark room,her eyes closed and her voice was muffled, there was a rag in her mouth and fingers were going in and out of her,his stomach churned as he ran to the bathroom to pour out the content of his stomach away,he kept throwing up till he was dry heaving,he was so mad,so angry that he didn't think he was going to be able to think rationally, getting out of the bathroom he met Mathew on the way, blocking the exit out of the office,

Then I hear the elevator ding. No. Please no. Of course yes. Matthew walks out in nothing but swim trunks, towel slung over one shoulder. His chest is bare. His abs are... sculpted. His hair is tousled from the wind. I die. Again. He notices me halfway to the pool. I immediately regret the wine. And the swimsuit. And being born. “Didnʼt think anyone would be here,” he says, voice low. “Same,” I mutter, trying to casually float away.

Well, that was fair enough, but… “If you want to enforce that, then take your fucking clothes off already!” He scrambled to do as he was told, pulling away to rip off his jeans and then stumbling from foot to foot as they caught on his boots. I yanked off my own clothes, falling back and sprawling spread-eagled and naked on my makeshift forest blanket. Matthew stopped and stared, his jeans hanging from one hand, the front of his boxers barely containing his erection. My mouth watered. Gods, but alphas really did have their good points. His chest was strong and broad, with thick dark hair in the center of it and spreading down in a line to the waistband of his boxers.

I watched Mr Mattias take off his shirt, then his jeans. He's eyes fixed on mine. “Take off your towel,” Mr Mattias commanded. One that I couldn't refuse. I took off my towel, standing naked before him. My breathing was heavy, heavier than it should be. I watched Mr Mattias's eyes run down to my nipple. A sly smile crossed his lips.

He sent a photo—him grinning next to a sleeping brunette, both clearly naked under the sheet. I was in the middle of typing back something appropriately unimpressed when Rhys's voice came from directly behind me, low and dangerous. “So this is why you’ve been ignoring me.” I was startled so hard I nearly dropped my phone. “What the hell?” I turned. At some point he’d changed into nothing but tight black boxer briefs. The outline of his cock was unmistakable—thick, half-hard, pressing against the fabric. Jesus. He looked bigger than I remembered. Or maybe my memory was just too fucking good.

This was personal. My stomach twitched nervously as I adjusted my dress. It was a beautiful blue with soft ruffles. I pulled my black hair behind my ears as the door to the bathroom opened and Mateo walked in wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. My breath hitched as I saw small drops of water dripping down his chest. And the nervousness was instantly replaced by lust. It was incessant, my need for him. Constantly making me lose the track of my thoughts. "Miss. Rhys, I feel very violated by the way you look at me," Mateo whispered as he walked closer to me and grabbed me by my hips.

And his body, oh goddess. Maybe it came with being the pack alpha, but Mathias’s body was a work of art. She let herself drink in his muscles, every rippling one as he crossed the room; the ones in his back, in his long, powerful legs, and her personal favorites, his abs. “Keep staring like that, and you might not walk straight out of this room.” Matthias called over his shoulder. Raine giggled, ducking her head beneath the covers so he wouldn’t see her blush. “Stop making promises you can’t keep, old man.”