Chase Hudson Shirtless Novels & Stories

"I simply dislike that they stand in the way, you know." Chase groaned. That was the final straw. With both hands, he grasped the bottom of his turtleneck and pulled it over his head. His shirt followed, buttons flying. She couldn't have had any more wine if her life depended on it since she was so thrilled and her tummy was so tense. Then there's the trousers. Chase had unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers down his slim, muscular legs, and she was certain he had set a new land and speed record.

* * * * * In the pack land, at Xayden and Nox’s behest, Hudson stayed back and accepted their invitation to attend the success party thrown for Quinton’s successful string of missions at the pack club. Hudson stood in front of the mirror, the sleeves of his tight black vest cut away to reveal a sculpted chest and six-pack, the faint shimmer of sweat catching the light. The tailored vest clung to his torso, emphasizing the lean muscle beneath, while his black pants hugged his hips perfectly. Leather wristbands adorned his strong wrists, and the tiny tattoo of Quinton’s name peeked just above the cuff—his silent plea for acknowledgment. Messy hair fell just right, eyeliner sharp, eyes dark and

I giggle, covering my breast as the three of them burned their eyes into my naked body. "Don't ever hide what is ours." Drake said as he pulled my arms away. "Your body is perfection. You should stand proud when naked before your Alphas." River tilted my chin up and I straightened my spine. "It's a shame we have to cover our most prized possession so soon." Chase whined as he placed a sports bra over my head. Drake untwisted it, placing it securely over my large breasts. As Chase kneeled with underwear and leggings in his hands, River held out a shirt. "Lift your arms, princess."

I was standing infront of him as he gently cupped my cheek, I could see his tattooed strong arms peeking though his sleeves. I wonder if Harold also has tattoos in his whole body, probably every mafia has tattoos. I looked up at Harold as he was busy chewing his food. He was wearing a full sleeved black hoodie and I have never seen him in half sleeved t-shirts or shirtless and I don't even want to see him shirtless. Probably he'll have those strong abs and biceps... uhg. Think of a shirtless Dylan. He'll probably be like spicy meat without any shirt on.

I just went on with my journey. “Liam.” The voice immediately made my stomach drop. It was no one else but Hudson’s voice. Was he seriously stalking me?, I stopped and turned to look at him. Hudson stood maybe ten feet back, hands in the pockets of his black hoodie, hood up, only a few dark strands of hair escaping to stick to his forehead from the wet snow. No jacket, just the thin gray beater underneath clinging to his chest and shoulders from the damp. His breath came out in slow white clouds. He didn’t look cold. He wasn’t shivering. He looked like the storm was nothing.

CELINE’S POV “Atlas” I call out again in school. I can’t understand what he is doing at my home this late at night. He is wearing a black suit just like Hudson but he ain’t wearing a shirt inside which displays his chest and spit jot his abs too. He moves closer to me with his eyes navigating from Hudson to I. The scowl he has on his fACe I can’t really explain that. I don’t know why I feel very awkward about this moment. It’s so cold in my stomach.

Suddenly, Jason’s voice echoed in the live stream room. Both Jason and Alex stood protectively in front of Kimberly, while my grandmother and Mr. Williams glared at me with disdain. They had actually tracked me down to the live broadcast location. Alex fumed with anger, he stepped forward and punched John. He ordered him to turn off the screen. Seeing the fear in John’s eyes, I gave a subtle nod, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He then shut down the screen and scrambled to flee the live stream.

I breathed it off and dressed up in a black hose, wearing a short denim jean under. I matched it with a peach off shoulder top. Next, I wore a black hoodie to cover the outfit, since bright colors were forbidden. As I marched to school, I was passing near the gym when I saw Bane. He was naked at the top. Thus, this left me staring at me like a hungry she-wolf. He was lifting an exercise instrument which made his chest flex sexily. I bit my lips at the sight, watching how hot he looked by that

His trousers were an abomination. His movements were like that of a hunter marking a room full of prey, deciding which one he wanted to feast on. It turned out that the shirt he had on, underneath his jacket, was sleeveless. Completely. The cut was high and deep, exposing not only his arms, but most of his shoulders and a tease of the sides of his chest. The top was completely covered, like a tank top with a mock turtleneck. It was both masculine and sensual at the same time, something that took great confidence for anyone to wear.

“Not really my thing.” Sasha ran up to them, hands on her hips. “You need to loosen up, Hale. It’s a beach, not a military camp.” River raised a brow. “I’m fine.” “No, you’re boring,” Sasha said firmly. “Go on. Do something.” Jace smiled, trying not to laugh. “Come on, River. Just… try.” River sighed but finally removed his shirt, tossing it onto a chair. His tattoos glistened under the sun, and Jace’s gaze lingered a moment too long before quickly looking away.