Derek Hale Shirtless Novels & Stories

~Celina~ As the cheers grew louder, Derek stalked towards the centre of the fighting ring, like a predator on the prowl. Once he reached the middle, he stopped, his body still as his icy gaze scanned the arena. I gulped as my gaze trailed down his shirtless torso for the first time. His bare chest gleamed with sweat as he stood proudly under the scorching sun. My gaze darted to a drop of sweat as if transfixed, unable to take my eyes away even if I tried. With an agonising slowness, the drop slid down his body, trailing down his perfectly sculpted abs and disappearing down the v-line. Was it hot here or something?

He lowered his eyes, still trying to find a way to deceive her. Under Bertha's gaze, he slowly took off his silk shirt, revealing perfectly firm eight-pack abs, the bandage in the middle spoiling the beautiful feeling a bit but the skin was honey. His is strong and eye-catching. But right now Bertha was not in the mood to enjoy. After Derek undressed, she stood up and walked towards him. “Please turn around.” Derek obediently followed her instructions.

"Who the fuck are you anyway?" One of the nudees scrambled for a sheet, trying to cover herself. Another kept moaning like she was in her own world. The one he’d been on top of just blinked at me lazily, unfazed. I stayed where I was; unmoved and arms crossed. Realizing I wasn’t leaving, Derek rolled off the girl and marched toward me—completely naked. I squeezed my eyes shut so hard my eyelids shook. "If you would have the decency to cover yourself, I’d really appreciate it."

I swallowed hard taking in his appearance, his hair was wet and he was shirtless again. “Good morning, Mrs. Lily,” Q greeted, grabbing my attention away from Derek’s broad chest and that was when I noticed he was right behind Derek. Instantly, Derek pushed me back inside with his body and locked the door. Still, confused about what was going on, Derek turned away from me and spat. “Put on a fucking cloth, Shortcake,” I looked down and it dawned on me that I was half-naked. I was only wearing my bra and denim jeans. God! I groaned inwardly as I picked up the Crosby top and put it on.

I felt like he was going easy on me which was annoying. “Okay pause,” Reynolds said with the blow of that stupid whistle. We looked at him. He whispered something into Derek’s ear, and he nodded. He quickly stripped his shirt and shorts, revealing his compression shorts. My eyes immediately went to the bulge between his legs. Gawking at how gorgeous this man was.

“I see you really took the theme of the party seriously. The only medieval-looking thing on me is this suit. I’m wearing my Calvin Klein boxers and Emporio Armani singlet under it.” Rachel laughed. “Alfred should have ordered a strip search on everyone before the party started. I’m sure you were not the only rule breaker there tonight.” “Rules are meant to be broken, my love,” he replied suggestively. Her heart did a flip when she heard him call her ‘my love’. Oh, how she wanted that to be true! By the time she was fully naked, she lifted her hands to her hair to undo the pins holding it in place but Derek stopped her.

Derek's shirt was on it. I was still taking it all in, so I couldn't help but look. Madison stopped when she saw me in the corridor. "Why are you in this place?" Madison enquired. It seemed as if I was utterly speechless at that very time. "Me..." Derek suddenly appeared in the hallway. He was only wearing his jeans and had no shirt on. One didn't need to be a genius to deduce what had occurred. "You're here," said Derek. "You may begin tidying the kitchen now." He said.

Derek asked with his deep, magnetic voice. I thought, I wasn't ready for such shifting yet. "Will it involve me to strip nàked?" I asked Mr. Derek, then I noticed Liam and Leon arriving at the arena. They wore white sports wear, but when my gaze fell on them, I swiftly looked away and fixed my gaze on Mr. Derek. "No. Do you want to strip nàked? It's not a must to be nàked before you can shift here," Mr. Derek said, and that was a relief to me.

I sighed. Trenton and Derek grinned realizing my circumstances. “I guess you need clothes, huh?” Derek teased. I growled and sat up, two can play that game. “I guess I could just walk through the middle of the courtyard naked to go and get some.” They both growled possessively making me bite my cheek to hold in my laughter. “Hold on.” Trenton said heading to Derek’s closet. He came out with a light grey t-shirt and shorts. I grumbled at the attire, knowing I would be able to change after I got to the pack house.

No, no, no, no. Trembling, he looked down at the clothes he’d worn and slept in last night: jeans, Timberland boots, red flannel over a gray T-shirt, all stained dark red. Shriveled bits of something peppered his boots and shirt. His mind twitched. Drawn by an irresistible fascination, his gaze slid back to the charm. “Fuck me . . . ” “What?” Shelly’s voice pierced his fog. “Derek, listen. He got called to work. Probably the only reason he didn’t . . . but he said he’d be back. To t-teach me a . . . ” She broke down.