Hairy Men Novels & Stories

I sighed, looking up at the person, only to find two hot men looming over me, staring at me with this weird look on their faces. Holy fuck. What did I do this time? “That’s enough. You should go home now,” one of the hot men spoke up. Oh, did I mention they were hot? Mr. Extremely Sexy pulled me up, and Mr. Extremely Sexy No.2 helped him. While one looked like someone straight out of an Italian Mafia romance, the other looked like he had been pulled out of some rich and powerful man’s contest and he’d won. I looked between them and unconsciously licked my lips.

I wonder how this men were lucky enough to be blessed with gorgeous bodies and handsome faces. Jack sneered and didn't let go of my hand as the men began to catch sight of us. "Oh! Alpha Jack, welcome! And Luna Carmela, I'm glad you could be our audience today". A tall man with blonde hair approach us while wearing a boyish smile on his face and like few of the others, he's half naked. Showing off a well built shoulders and six pack abs, while only wearing a sweat pants which I believe is slightly damp from his own perspiration. I can't help the question in my head, how could every man in the pack posses such wonderful looks even after all the exercises they did?

he wiggles his brows, smirking while the nerves came kicking with force. “Oh God, here we go,” I grumbled under my breath. “We don’t have to do-“ I stopped myself when I see the warning look on his face. “Mr Stark, it can get a little bushy down there. Like nasty bush. I don’t want you to see,” I said pulling my legs together. I winced then. “I mean, it’s prickly, so I’m probably exaggerating, but you get my point,” Mr Stark crosses his arms, raising a brow at me. He’s giving me the ‘really?’ look. “I was rambling,” I mumbled apologetically, my eyes roaming his body. I should ask him to get rid of the shorts as well. “Mr Stark, do you like hairy vaginas?” I blurted; my eyes still glued to hi

' I nod. He growls again and two wolves come out from behind two large trees. How long have they been there? They were large, though not larger than Lycer's wolf form with mangy fur. They still give off no scent and my confusion continues to spiral. They shift to reveal two large men, covered in scars. One of them is bald with a scar running from his temple to his cheek with murky brown eyes. The other has gray eyes and slicked brown hair. "Shift," scar head demands. Lycer growls in return.

It made my skin tingle all over again. I spotted another group of fighters—four strong men this time. Their bodies gleamed with oil from the morning's fights. Sweat mixed with it, running down their muscled chests and arms. One guy had a long scar across his chest, red and raised like a mark of pride from past battles. Another had dark tattoos snaking up his arms, thick lines that looked like twisting ropes. The other two were just as built, one with short blond hair matted to his head, the other with a shaved scalp that showed off his thick neck.

Why did I sign up for this, thinking it was going to be as easy as my other jobs? The men turned at once, and my breath hitched at the sight of the most beautiful men ever. They tied their identical red hair up in a ponytail, with just a few strands curled in their faces. Their blue, piercing eyes looked like a glacier, freezing anyone who dared to stare into them. My eyes went lower. The two men looked identical, but their bodies differed greatly from each other. One was muscular enough, like a football star, while the other had a slim waist and a figure that would make a swimmer jealous.

He was around eight inches taller than my five-foot six frame and at least one hundred pounds heavier, it would take some skill to take him out alone, never mind his friends. While I was busy focusing on the man behind me the other two wolves shifted, each as large as the first guy and now I felt a tiny bit of fear, I doubted I would be able to take them all out on my own. They didn’t look to be especially well put together, with their long uneven hair and several days growth on their faces, their claws were the colour of dirty dishwater, the way the looked after years of being stained by the earth. Their teeth yellow and their eyes wild. I was fairly confident in my assessment that the thre

Dark hair covered his chest and…lower. The men of my village were short with the weak, lanky limbs that came from little manual labor. Not so with these five wolf-men. Despite my hatred of my enslavement to them, there was something deep and primal…an instinct…that responded to their display of strength and power.

“Do any lack courage?” “No. All are good fighters, but some are less experienced in great, grand warfare like what is to come. The Decantae are sort of inbreds with tribes from afar, but are want to prove their manhood to overcome such a title. The Lugi are few and their women folks a bit hairier than the rest, but they fight better than their men.” “Why are they so hairy?”

I heard a thick voice coming from outside and I quickly let go of the woman. I darted my gaze to the door as I parted open and two men came in. They were identical and had the same body figure. They were tall and had a well defined body shape. Their red hair was messy and curled. They have these weird dark red pacific piercing eyes while the one behind has deep gray eyes and a chiseled thick face which seems appealing. Their biceps were stout and hairy. Their barrel chest curved down to their narrow long waist. They were shirtless and I could clearly see their muscles tensed up in a flexible position. The short pants they wore could barely cover their v line as their six packs were on displa