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His deep voice reverberated around the room, causing me to jump back in surprise. "Goodness, you scared the shit out of me," I placed my hands on my chest trying to stabilize my breathing bit with Derek's eyes fixed on me it was pretty much difficult to bring to breathing back to normal. He had changed his dressing and was presently wearing a purely White clothing. His biceps bare and visible, making him hotter than he already is. Staying in the same space with him was quite suppressing. I don't know if it's Alpha aura or the fact that he was just too cute to be humane.

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.

Derek stood at the island, shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of tight black briefs that left almost nothing to the imagination. The fabric stuck to his thighs and the big shape of his private parts. His brown skin looked really nice in the morning light that was coming through the windows. He had shoulders and a strong stomach with those lines that form a V shape and that V shape went down into his pants. A little bit of water ran down his chest from the bottle he was drinking from. He looked like he had just gotten back from exercising his muscles were still a bit bigger, than usual. My mouth went dry. My pussy didn’t. A warmth spread through my body quickly. My body felt sensitive. My

Hale tugs his shirt off first, dropping it on the smooth stones that line the lake. Stepping away from him, I can't control my gaze as it roves over his shirtless figure. The sharp lines of his muscled torso has my throat drying, and those deep silver tattoos...I wish I knew what they depicted. "Hale!" I admonish, tugging his shoes and pants off next. "I'm not fully naked." He grins, motioning to his underwear, which I refuse to look at. "Not that you haven't seen me unclothed before."

I opened it to find Derek standing on my porch, looking more handsome than I had ever seen him before. He was wearing a simple white shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders and chiseled chest. The sleeves were rolled up, revealing his toned forearms, and the collar was open, showing off his strong neck. His hair was perfectly messy, and his eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief behind his sunglasses.

I assumed he would be wearing a black suit and probably something purple, but I didn’t think they’d get him to wear anything similar to what River and Sage’s mate were wearing. Hale was standing, hands clasped and blue eyes locked on me wearing a black brocade with a faint purple to the design suit jacket and waistcoat, a dark purple dress shirt with silver-tone wolf embroidery on the collar with a matching tie, and black dress pants. I can’t believe he’s wearing it or how incredibly hot he looks in it. Once again, showing just how out of his comfort zone this man is willing to go for me. ‘Damn right, our mate looks hot in everything. My favorite is nothing.’ Astra snickered as we made the w

“Turn around. Look at me.” Mike obeyed, sitting back against the couch with his sweatpants bunched around his ankles, cock standing tall and angry-red, glistening with oil and precum. Derek stripped his own shirt off, revealing his powerful chest and abs shining with sweat. He poured a generous amount of baby oil over his own torso, letting it run down his muscles, then rubbed it in slowly, making his skin gleam under the TV light. His eyes never left Mike’s.