Alpha Ripping Shirt Off Mga Nobela at Kwento

He laid hold of her shirt and ripped it off so she left in a bra and then proceeded down and force her jeans down her waist to reveal her curvaceous hips. He licked his lips seductively and rubbed his hands together with a big smirk, "Who would ever think I'll be the first to penetrate the power alpha of all time? The alpha who caused the high-ranking pack to cover themselves in shame" Ajax pressed closed and when he unhook her bra from behind, the cotton piece dropped to the ground revealing her firm b00bs which points to his face. "Woah!" His eyes widened in bewilderment and he chucked, "Look what she has been hiding the entire time"

All I want to dо is rір оff mу ѕhіrt. He slides two hаndѕ uр underneath the bасk оf my tаnk top, releasing thе саtсh оf mу sports bra, аnd pulls it over mу head. My nіррlеѕ аrе hаrd.

I explained. "Anything for you," Arion said as he stood up offering me his hand. I took it and he pulled me to my feet. Arrow wistled as I stood up. "Nice ass," he chuckled. I looked down and to my horror, I was still only wearing his shirt! I nearly died on the spot! How had I forgotten to change? Or at the very least, how had I forgotten to put on pants or something to cover my butt! At least it was long enough to reach my knees. I headed for the stairs trying to calm my nerves.

The sound of a throat clearing made me whip my head to see Arielle, looking nervous yet satisfied, as if she had just accomplished something fairly difficult. “He’s stable,” Arielle told me, and she looked at my form up and down. I knew without her saying it, that she had noticed the stain of blood on my shirt from when I had carried Devin to the clinic. “I can get you a new shirt...” she offered, trailing off when she finally saw the look on my face. The feeling of anger in my body increased exponentially at the thought of Arielle offering me a man’s shirt. Where did she get the shirt from? What other man was she around? And why would they be leaving their shirts around?

I did whatever I could so that I wouldn’t give them any. I quickly learned how to become a shark myself. One that could, and would, protect their pack no matter the cost. Aria also wore a different clothing style when she came to breakfast. It was a style that I certainly approved of. Black jeans were paired with an off-shoulder dark red top that cinched her waist. It was sexy as fuck and highlighted her delicious curves that had been pinned up against me earlier. Oh, I approved. I definitely approved of her clothing choice. And she definitely approved of mine if the lust in the bond was any indication.

Vincent leaned back slightly, unbothered, but she was already panicking. She blurted, “Remove it… I mean, take it off.” Her voice betrayed her embarrassment, softer at the end, but he obeyed her words without hesitation. He tugged the shirt over his head, revealing the hard planes of his chest. Aria’s eyes betrayed her; they lingered longer than she meant, tracing every line of muscle, every curve of strength. “Do you like the view?” his voice came, his tone teasing, pulling her back to reality from her fantasy land.

“Fine, but if I hear any shouting, I’m coming in.” I stifled a laugh and raised my hand to knock when the door swung open and Ari stood in the doorway. I quickly moved back towards Gabe, and he placed a hand on my shoulder, a subtle motion to let me know he wasn’t going anywhere. Ari crossed her arms and smiled at us. She was wearing an asymmetrical neck slit, tight fitting black maxi dress that showed off her small figure. The brand was MICAS, and damn was I jealous right now. She looked amazing. Ari noticed my packet before staring pointedly at us, but more towards Gabe. There was something unspoken between the two that made me anxious.

He had smudges of her lipstick on his neck, chest and lips. His fingers were deliberately working his belt off his pants. The belt came off, and then he tossed it on the ground. Then he began working the fly of his pants. The pants hit the ground, and Aris stepped out of them. With him in his open shirt and boxer shorts, Adrea stepped towards him and began working his shirt down his arms.

I murmured, my voice trembling as I reached for the hem of my ruined, blood-stained shirt. "You can barely breathe without wincing, Aria," Zane countered, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Stop fighting me for five minutes." He didn't wait for a rebuttal. Instead, his large, calloused hands gripped the fabric, and with a precision that was almost terrifying, he pulled the shirt over my head. My breath hitched as the cool air hit my damp skin, but the protest died in my throat when I saw his expression.

I was so fucked. He let go of my neck and took a step back. For a moment, I thought he was going to let me go. But then he started to unbutton his shirt, his movements slow, deliberate. He peeled the shirt off, revealing a broad, muscular chest dusted with salt-and-pepper hair. There was a thin, white scar that ran diagonally across his abdomen. He was in incredible shape. He was a fucking god.