Nash Wyatt Novels & Stories

Hell, I could probably finish just from the way she’s pressed against me. She feels it too. My length hardens beneath my jeans, and her hips roll forward in response, slow and deliberate. Taunting me like a fucking dare. Laughter erupts downstairs, the sound rolling up through the floorboards along with someone shouting about the number one pick. The party is for Nash Walker—heir to Ironclaw Pack, my best friend, the guy who just got drafted first overall in the NHL this afternoon. The whole pack is downstairs celebrating him, drinking his beer and chanting his name like he’s already a legend. And I’m up here in his father’s office with his sister wrapped around my waist, about to betray him

All he could think about was Caroline and how her feelings would be hurt if he ever did anything sexual with another woman. “I wish I could just talk to you, Caroline,” Wyatt whispered to himself, driving into the parking garage of his building. “Maybe you wouldn't think I'm crazy for being interested in Lily after all. I just don't know.” After parking, he hopped out of his Lamborghini and headed into his building. He had exactly one minute to spare before his meeting started. * * * Wyatt closed the door to his office. His meeting with the investors had gone really well, putting him in a great mood. He kicked his feet up on the desk and put his hands behind his head. There were little momen

We may not make it to the bar if you keep that up. Then you won’t get to see me get a lap dance. A nearly naked woman pressed up against me, tit to tit. Her clit only inches away from mine. And then I’m going to hug her and with my scent on her, she’s going to go dance for you. Wyatt motioned for the artist working on his chest to stop and then he stood up and took a few steps to where his mate lay, her tattoo freshly finished. He leaned down and trapped her between his arms and kissed her.

A boy's voice rang out, still cracking with puberty. "This is an order from the boss!" "I only listen to Ms. Reid now," Nash said firmly. "You're asking for it!" Sawyer raised his hand and slapped Nash hard. After landing that slap, Sawyer was kicked flying. Nash stared in shock at the woman who suddenly appeared in front of him. Hayley looked at his swollen face. "When someone hits you, are you just going to stand there like an idiot?" Nash stared at her in disbelief. Hayley continued, "Now give him two slaps. One to pay him back. One as a bonus."

he stated, lacking emotion as they shook hands, and I swear I saw Nathan wince. "That's me man, nice to meet you," Nathan was trying to stand taller or something, so much for not getting awkward, but it was better than expected from Wyatt. "So did you guys get vacation tattoo's too?" Savannah said with a gleam of mischief in her eyes, and I just smiled and shook my head at her. "Absolutely," Wyatt was gleaming, "this one was just so insistent," he was nudging my body with his. "Yea," I rolled my eyes and laughed, "I'm the one with crazy ideas."

He extended his hand out to Brax. “Brax Lawson, I am Logan Carter. It is nice to meet you.” Brax blinked at him a few times unsure how to react. He extended his hand in return to Logan and shook it. “Logan, may I ask why you have travelled all the way here?” His tone was more normal than I anticipated which confused me after how tense he was with me. “I have come to win Leah’s affections back.” His voice was clear and concise but filled with emotion. “I guess we have an issue there then, don’t we?” Brax’s tone was filled with protection.

The look in his eyes makes me nervous but I remain still and quiet while I wait for him to start talking "Tony, about an hour ago Nathan, Daniel and Micky found a girl out in the forest. She claimed not to be a Rogue and she didn't smell like one either but she wouldn't tell them who she was. She would only speak to me so I came straight down here." I have no idea who it could be so I remain quiet and wait for him to explain more. The look on his face turns nervous as he takes in a deep breath and runs his free hand through his hair and I snap unable to bear the silence anymore. "Who is it, Nicky?" I feel my whole body tense up suddenly dreading his answer. "Tony, it's Ro-" Before he can fin

"Hey Nora, my apologies for reaching out unexpectedly, but I'm curious if you've happened to come across Sierra?" A brief pause lingered before she spoke, revealing a revelation that stirred my emotions. "I hesitated to share this with you, Henry, fearing your reaction. A few months back, I discovered Sierra had joined the Ghost Pack. Not only that, she was on her way to becoming the Alpha of the Ghost Pack Luna." Shock rippled through me, yet I opted to feign composure, concealing my inner turmoil. "That's reassuring news, Nora. I appreciate you informing me," I responded, cutting the conversation short before she could delve further. As I ended the call, a somber expression masked my true

“I just said I wasn’t leaving.” “No?” Nessa arches a brow, swinging her head around to glare right back at him. “Then what was the whole,” she deepens her voice, imitating Chase’s, “get out of my way or I’ll physically remove you.” Rolling her eyes, she turns back to me, throwing her thumb over her shoulder. “Total caveman, this one.” Chase groans in frustration, slumping back in his chair and pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. The poor guy looks so damn despondent- how can I stay mad at him when he’s this pitiful?

It was just strange that he was submitting to me without me doing more than shove him into a tree. “He’s part of our pack, Luna,” a familiar voice called out. “Why are you calling her Luna?” Alex questioned out of breath. Alex is here? I turned my head and looked behind me. Trooper Bryant stood, though not in uniform, with all his piercings and arm tattoos on display. Next to him, trying to catch his breath, was Alex. “I told you to stay back at the house, boy. Are you deaf or just too dumb to do what a trooper tells you?” Bryant rolled his eyes.