Bull Shifters Shirt Novels & Stories

The shirt was a tight fitted on him like a second skin and his body looked like it were screaming hotness all over. With a camouflage trouser and a black and white sneakers. He looked like a million dollars. Probably because of the added peace sign chain and his Rolex. " Well if your plan was to eat me instead, you could have actually just given me your house address" he said with a smirk, pulling me out of my admiration trance. I on the other hand was confused. Literally not knowing the meaning of what he just said I had to ask. " Eat you? I'm not a human carnivore. I actually prefer plants in most cases"

The mascot of the team, a man in a cartoonish-looking bull costume, makes laps around the rink hyping up the audience. The audience is packed to the brim. I’m wearing one of Aiden’s practice jerseys. It seems like one of the benefits of being an athlete's girlfriend is not having to pay for merch, I think with amusement. The jersey itself is white with cobalt blue letters and accents. It’s large on me, of course, but it looks fine enough with a smart pair of jeans and a few simple accessories, including a team hat.

Nothing. I look back at the camera. “Aren’t you going to feed me at least!” I demand, narrowing my eyes. Nothing. I head back to the wardrobe. I’ve seen the movies. You can escape through these things. I’m a shifter after all anything is possible. When I open it, I see numerous sports bras, leggings, shorts, trainers and a fucking collar, a mix of grey and blue. Sick prick, I’m not wearing that. Even my underwear is all the same. I also see a number on the back of the band on my leggings. ‘Soley 1,’ I ruffle through them all, pulling them out one by one, all of them stating my name on the back or hip or across my chest. Seriously, what the fuck is this?

Panicking I clawed it away and flung it on the floor only to realise it was Bram’s white shirt from the ball. “Put it on, servants will be in soon as you can’t be in that dress.” Bram was busy putting on a deep blue shirt, with the traditional V-neck slit in it, I couldn’t help comparing his completely smooth chest to his brothers more rugged one and found it uninteresting. He did smell lovely and fresh from the shower though and was clearly on his best behaviour.

A shiver passed over him, and without thinking it through he pulled his coat tight around him, his arms pressing into his stomach in a comforting way. He glanced in the mirror by the door on his way out, and smiled at his reflection. Bo, despite the morning, was well put together, his socks matched, and his shoes, and he was wearing his nicer pair of jeans. The long sleeve turtle neck that he wore was soft to the touch and felt like a comfort layer on his body, Bo also wore one of Oscar’s favorite shirts of his, a long sleeve butterfly shirt that he got at some thrift store for five dollars. The coat was grey, and his favorite. Bo couldn’t remember where he had gotten it, but it was the one

The suit's fabric embraced his form with precision, sculpting his frame in a way that conveyed strength and elegance in equal measure. The darkness of his attire was punctuated by a bold statement: a deep red shirt that accentuated his confidence. The top buttons of the shirt remained undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his tattooed chest. The inked patterns danced across his skin, a testament to a hidden side of him that few were privy to witness. The intricate designs told stories of his past, a tapestry of experiences woven into the very fabric of his being.

Those really bother me back then because there was a point that she got stalk and followed by his admirers so I give her my jacket so some of them would stop and believe that she’s already taken. And I can say that it really works though. “here!” she shouted. He was holding a white t-shirt, was that what he was looking for in his bag earlier? “What’s with that?” I said and curiously scanning the shirt. She’s smiling while showing the shirt to me. "TADAAAA !!!" It’s a white oversized shirt, with Apollo’s printed picture, not me Apollo but the real Apollo the god of light. So I frowned a little when I look at her.

I continued, changing the subject just enough to keep her guessing, “they’re starting a fan club for me.” Aria rolled her eyes. “You must be thrilled.” “It’s going to be wild. Girls wanting me to sign their boobs, I heard.” “Oh my God,” she muttered under her breath. I popped open my locker, dug around for a second, and pulled out the shirt I had been saving. Holding it up, I proudly displayed it for her. Black cotton, bold white letters, a photo of me mid-throw on the field, and under it in cheesy gold lettering: Kai Blackthorn’s No. 1 Fan.

The room was chilly now that my mate wasn’t pressed up against me and it was a relief. He pulled out a white sleeveless shirt, slipping it on over his head. It hugged his body, molding to his lithe torso. He wasn’t as bulky as William and Lucian, but his muscles were just as well defined. That was the only way that he and Bash looked similar. It made me curious about their parents.

I look at him as my head goes back what he meant and kisses my lips and my cheeks gently while rubbing against me, whispering on those gentle kisses, “it’s gonna hurt at first, but you will be good girl and take me whole okay?” My blinked my teary eyes confused, but nodded my head, because I know that it’s gonna happen no matter what so I tried to prepare myself emotionally, when he started to remove his shirt, reveling his bulk body and then he goes for his belt and pant, making heart skip a beat. I don’t know how I look right now but I am sure my face is so fucking pale at the sight of his thing. How the hell was he carrying that thing inside his pant like nothing.