Austin Kane Shirtless Novels & Stories

Gripping the edge with both fists, he slammed it shut with a deafening, metallic BOOM that shook the very foundations of the building, jamming the top bolt into place with a loud, final CLANK, then drove the bottom one home with a savage, brutal kick. “I'll really break your bones!” My brow twitched… barely. “Is that the only line etched in your box-for-brains…? Or are you just trying to sound intimidating for your own sake?” Kane’s nostrils flared, and that was the final straw. He grabbed the front of his fake black uniform shirt and yanked at the buttons with raw, tearing impatience, pinging off buttons on the concrete floor. He tore the shirt off and threw it over one of the iron shelves,

Misery loves company; hookups at funerals all over the world have proven it. But before I can react, his lips are on mine again with so much intensity that I do not argue anymore. If this is what he needs, then I will support him any way I can. Axel pushes me back onto the pillows, his lips still plundering mine. Kane reaches for my jeans, unbuttons them, and I lift my hips when he pulls them down. Axel releases my lips, yanks down my underwear while I rip off my shirt, spreading out naked, fully on display for them.

Kane was still beside me, his shirt off, arm slung over my waist, his breathing deep. I rolled over slightly. “Kane.” “Mmm.” He didn’t open his eyes, just pulled me closer. “Kane, people will talk.” “They already are,” he mumbled. “Let them.” I shoved his shoulder gently. “I mean it.” That got a lazy smirk. “And I don’t care.” I shook my head, but I didn’t push away. Eventually, we got up. He offered me one of his shirts and I took it, mostly to annoy him by how oversized it was and we walked out together toward the pack training grounds.

My eyes then traveled downward and saw his bare chest. It was my first time seeing Kane shirtless. I know that he was fit. But seeing his bare body with muscles hiding with explosiveness in the close distance made me stiff. I unconsciously swallowed. However, before my eyes could travel further down Kane hid behind the door and asked me cautiously. "What are you looking me for in the middle of the night?" I blinked. The Kane who just came out of the shower was damned sexy- Dang! Don't covet other people's man.

" I glance up and see a silhouette of a woman staring at me through a window from the inside of the building. "Come on, let's go." I am distracted by Ruby's voice, and when I look back, she's gone. Huh? Is it my eyes? I follow behind Ruby, glancing back one more time. Maybe I saw something wrong. When we arrive at the training ground, I see Kane directly among a group of warriors. He is shirtless, with only a black pant, long hair tied up, and glowing under the morning sun. As if sensing my gaze, he looks back, and I send him a small wave. He hesitates for a second, then waves back.

“It was just crushed up Ibuprofen to break your fever.” “I feel much better.” “Of course you do,” he says, and peels his wet shirt off, draping it over the vanity. I stare at his washboard abs, the Celtic tattoo that curls around his nipple, and snakes down his side. I push myself on my elbows to get a better view. Looking me straight in the eye, he undoes his jeans and pulls them down, revealing his perfect ass when he turns around to drape his trousers next to his shirt. I wait for him to take off his underwear, but he doesn’t go that far. I already saw what he has to offer, and the man appears to be blessed in every way. The Gods were just showing off the day they made Kane Madden.

“I was just trying to be friendly.” “Don’t apologize,” I said to Max, pushing my shoulders back cockily. “You did nothing wrong.” Keane smiled at this, tracing a finger up and down my bare arm. “I love that sass.” He spoke as though we were the only two people in the room. “But be careful, sweetheart. It might just get you hurt.” “By who?” I forced myself to meet his gaze. “You?” A flicker of something I didn’t recognize crossed his features, but it was gone before I could confirm it was even there.

The guard's voice drifted into my ears making me remove my hands from my eyes to see who he was talking to. "Huh?" I froze seeing the figure in my front, it was Alpha Kyle, the last person I had expected to be here. Was he here to make things hard for me again? I just couldn't understand what was going on and could only stare blankly. "What do you think you are doing?" Alpha Kyle growled as he stared at me. "Kneel!" Immediately, I felt an invisible pressure pressing down on me forcing me to my knees. Even though he was staring directly at me, I didn't dare to look straight into his eyes. I knew I might be whipped again if I did that. So to prevent such from happening, I had to avoid looking

This thing was big, industrial-looking, like the kind of cooler you’d find in a butcher shop. Cassius stepped aside, giving me a clear view. The lid was cracked open, cold air hissing out in little white clouds, and inside... It was Kane. The great alpha. The guy who taught me everything I know, who I’d fought beside more times than I could count, who I trusted like a brother. His body was crammed into the cooler, surrounded by frozen food and ice like he was nothing more than another piece of meat. His skin was pale, his eyes lifeless, and there was a single, jagged wound across his throat.

His navy t-shirt clung to a rock-hard chest and powerful arms, tattoos peeking from the sleeves. “Clothes are ruined with smoke,” he said, stepping closer. “Off. Now.” Ava’s hands trembled as she let the robe fall. She stood there naked, full breasts heaving, soft belly and wide hips on display, her pussy already slick. Kane’s eyes darkened. “Fuck, look at you. Perfect little thing.” He pulled off his shirt, revealing a chiseled torso covered in dark ink. His pants followed, and Ava’s mouth watered at the thick bulge straining his boxers before he shoved those down too.