Alpha Ripping Shirt Off Novels & Stories

he said quietly, wanting her to open her legs for him sexily. Aria pulled him down a little by the back of his neck and kissed him on the lips softly before she looked up into his eyes, “I will but first I want to see you shirtless” she said as she quickly unbuttoned the white shirt he was wearing. Adrian watched her delicate pretty hands work away, thinking she looked unbelievably sexy, and he couldn’t wait to get a taste of her body. “God, you look good” Aria said quietly as she slowly ran a hand down his little hairy chest and kissed him there softly, thinking he looked nice and manly unlike the few fuckboys she had dated in the past.

“Now!” Amaris jolted violently against my chest, her wide, disoriented eyes opening in pure surprise and fear as she looked up at my hardened features in the dim violet light. “W-What? Alpha, why? I’m cold…” “Pull it off, Amaris.” I commanded. Didn't need to say anything more. And she didn't dare hesitate under the pure weight of my aura. Moving with clumsy, trembling movements, she quickly unbuttoned the front of my oversized shirt, sliding the silk fabric off her narrow shoulders and tossing it onto the floorboards before settling back down onto the mattress.

The news slammed into the Alpha couple like the sky imploding. Head Warrior Isis finally crossed the threshold, her armor coated in the fine, abrasive dust of a long journey. Ahri sat at the head of the dark oak table, his knuckles bone-white as he gripped the armrests. He had been a man unraveling at the seams for weeks, his sanity tethered only to the persistent, maddening throb of the mark on his collarbone, a mark that had flickered with an insistent heat ever since Inzinga vanished.

“Red means dare. Black is truth. Let’s play.” Kade leaned forward, eyes flicking to the card. “Queen of hearts. Dare, huh?” She smirked. “Alright, tough guy… I dare you to take off your shirt.” He didn’t even blink. Just reached for the hem of his henley, peeled it over his head, and tossed it aside like it was nothing. The firelight caught the lines of him—the broad chest, the muscle carved deep along his stomach, the faint trail of hair leading down beneath the waistband of those damn grey sweatpants. Aria’s throat went dry.

Damage only I can see. Eventually, just before dawn, Ayr sneaks in. Just like an alley-cat reeking of coconut. His black shirt was barely buttoned, chainmail under his arm. With a quick nod, he grabbed a fresh set of clothes and headed straight into the shower, Good. Because the sun is about to come up and there’s something I always wanted to do. Having the grace to blush as he emerges from the bathroom, a pristine white shirt and black paints, Alpha Ayr is restored. Not a trace of coconut. Just tired, sad blue eyes. “How has he been?” he whispers, sitting himself down on the other side of the bed.

They ate each other's lips as they both struggled for dominance in the other person’s mouth. While they were kissing, Aria grabs the helm of Arthur’s black t-shirt and lifts it up to undress him. Arthur raises his hands and the t-shirt comes sliding off his body, revealing his white tank top. She grabs the tank top also, and in the same swift motion, the tank top comes off, revealing his sexy chiseled abs, and they continue their intense kissing.

The girl who does not give me the bad skin bumps is my wife. "Give me that paper back!" I yell at Alaric. My claws want to come out. Alaric gasps. I grab the paper and tear it in half. "The break is stopped," I bark. "But Alpha—" Alaric starts to say. "Raze!" I scream. The door flies open, and Raze Blackclaw runs inside. "Yes, Alpha King?" "Get the Territory Riders ready," I say. "We are going to Moonshade Manor right now."

I shuddered to think about it. The second had a couple pairs of what I assumed was meant to be underwear, some yoga pants and a barely there t-shirt but the last is what had my eyes bugging out. “You got to be fucking kidding me.” I mumbled to myself. The item in there would barley pass as a shirt let alone a fucking dress. It consisted of two scrapes of black pleather like material held together with six gold chains down either side

I am doomed. So guys, if you are wondering what the shit has happened just now, let me clear it... remember the time when I grabbed something to stable me, well that thing was actually Ryan's shirt, and when I was feeling sorry for my butt, I actually plucked all the buttons of his shirt, which is the reason why all the people are now able to see those sexy abs of Mr. Alpha King for a reason.

And the length of his shirt also covers half of my thighs. The door opened slowly, accompanied by Theo's masculine pheromone, making me ponder. I smiled happily as he stepped closer to me. This morning, my Alpha was so handsome, despite wearing only a white short-sleeve T-shirt and black training pants. His black hair is not combed so that it leaves a sexy impression and looks younger.