Novel & Cerita Derek Hale Shirtless

He often joked about it and how if he had not been interested in naked sweaty men then he might have given them a shot. Derrick was a run-of-the-mill geek boy with short-cut dark hair that he kept long enough for bangs close to his forehead due to having insecurity about his forehead size, and he wore thithin-framedasses and liked to dress casually with a variety of solid-colored polo shirts that buttoned up at the collar and khaki pants in various shades of grey, beige, tan, and navy blue.

I snort, "I'm sorry then, I had a bit of emergency, so I couldn't dress appropriately in time." Even I am convinced I look too distracting with how my cleavage was poking out and my long legs significantly exposed to these unmated werewolves. Suddenly, Alpha Derek took off his shirt and walked towards me in a suspicious calm manner. His forehead knitted as he shoved his shirt at my chest. Hm? "Wear it. It's big enough to cover your whole body." "Thank you." I smiled. Well, this is odd. "My men would bring you proper clothes for the competition. Make sure to sign up at the right place formally, don't do this again. You're lucky you trespassed on the day of the tournament, or else I'd send you

He straightened his shirt with a casual movement, as if he'd just finished a boring business meeting rather than fucking his daughter-in-law in front of his own son. I got down from the desk with legs that were still trembling. I didn't rush to cover my body. I stood naked from the waist up, my pencil skirt still rolled at my waist, my stockings torn at the crotch, my chest heaving from unstable breaths. I looked at Derek directly, without shame. Derek stepped inside. He slammed the door shut until it boomed. His hands clenched at his sides. His face was crimson, veins bulging in his neck.

Hael waited, his gaze never wavering from the older male, and Derek shook his head, unable to say anything with the tape over his mouth. Hael looked at him with dead eyes and a smile that offered no comfort at all. “I’ll wager you have quite the dry mouth with that tape. Where are my manners?” Striding forward, he yanked the tape off Derek’s mouth, “What the fuck, man?” Hael interrupted, waving away any questions. “I should tell you that no one will hear you yell, and should you manage to escape me before our business is concluded, my men are just outside with orders to shoot you in the dick.”

She had laid out some clothing from her husband. “Thank you for all of this. Anya will love to swim once she wakes.” Derek spoke as he quickly dried himself off before pulling on the boxers and gray sweatpants. Quickly running the towel over his head to try and get all the water out he pulled the black T-shirt. It was nice to feel the soft fibers on his body more than the wraps they had been using to help him heal. He felt almost like himself. Alaska was so happy to finally see them she barked, catching Derek’s attention. He was confused why she was out here as she raced over to him. Kneeling he opened his arms to her. Alaska quickly grabbed his hand and began to pull him.

Professor Richard Hale was exactly where I’d ordered him to be. He knelt in the center of the room on the thick carpet, completely naked except for his wire-rimmed glasses and the loosened tie still hanging around his neck like a pathetic leash. His lean, fit body was glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Legs spread wide, ass pushed back toward the door so I had a perfect view of his smooth, pale cheeks and the shiny, lubed-up hole winking between them. A thick plug stretched him open, the base glistening with fresh lube. His cock — thick, cut, and already rock-hard — stood straight up, leaking a steady string of precum onto the floor beneath him. He didn’t look up. He kept his eyes on th

he responded as I went on pacing around. “I'm going to teach him a lesson.” “Or you could teach me a lesson,” Derek smiled, as I turned to see that he had already stripped every bit of fabric on his body, and he was now naked. He sat down on a log then spread his legs as I could see he had an erection. “I'm waiting for you.” “Derek,” I whispered sharply, looking around in fear. “What if someone saw you like this?” “We are miles away from our peers. No one is going to see anything, because they're busy in drowning themselves with drinks and their partners.”

… Derek rented a place off-campus. Over the past couple of months, I'd made plenty of trips to grab his clothes and bring them to whatever hotel he was crashing at. But this outfit? Definitely not his. He peeled the shirt off his head with a look of pure disgust, glancing between me and the fabric in his hands. "The hell is this?" In the bag was a pair of black dress pants to match.

"It's showing us the 'prize' to see if we'll turn on each other for a fake. It wants us to be desperate. It wants us to be like them." Suddenly, the woods erupted. Derek burst through the treeline, his shirt torn, his chest heaving. He wasn't the predatory Alpha she’d seen minutes ago. He was a man running from a nightmare that no rank could protect him from. He didn't even look at the three of them; he dove for the glowing token on the ground with a guttural roar. "Derek, wait!" Leah cried.

“I thought Tris had it in the sink.” You’ve got to be kidding me. I open my mouth to say something, but Derek ends up stripping himself of the apron, and then his t-shirt. Oh, Mama, those are definitely not fake abs. His muscles and toned body are everywhere. And I have a hard time keeping my eyes to myself. Because he’s just as hot as I remember from the pool. I think I’ve forgotten how to use my jaw.