Itachi Uchiha Shirtless Novels & Stories

He had just one tattoo drawing, on his heart area, like a comic parody of — is that Cat Woman? And more than that, he emitted a darker aura than the other two. For the love of God, are those abs even real? They were all so fucking ripped, like those men who give hardcore BDSM fucks in those p**n videos I watch with Gilda. Oh gosh! Was this the sex suite? The one sitting seemed ripped, as his shirt fit him like a glove, stretching out his muscles, and also the one standing with a phone, he was fucking ripped. But the one dressed in black and had a shirt on his shoulder? He was fucking shredded. A buff fellow, my God!

"An omega on the elite roster? Is the Council joking?" I ignored them, keeping my eyes fixed on the center mat. Standing at the edge of the grid, his hands tucked rigidly behind his back, was Creed. He had shed his tailored business suit for a sleeveless black tactical compression shirt that showed off the massive, scarred expanse of his shoulders.

"I want you. I want you inside me." He smirks and takes off his own t-shirt, throwing it aside. He is now completely shirtless, his muscled and toned torso on display. I want to run my tongue over his tats so badly. The Japanese characters on his torso, what do they even mean? I trace the tattoo with my index finger. Mason hisses at the contact.

“An Alpha walking barefoot, and half naked?” “Well, I've never been one to give a damn about what people have to say.” “Whatever!” He rolled his eyes. The moonlight caught the sheen of sweat on his human form. He was wearing a thin singlet and ‘miraculously’ a crumpled shirt still clung to his arm. With a sigh, he peeled off the shirt.

The room was chilly now that my mate wasn’t pressed up against me and it was a relief. He pulled out a white sleeveless shirt, slipping it on over his head. It hugged his body, molding to his lithe torso. He wasn’t as bulky as William and Lucian, but his muscles were just as well defined. That was the only way that he and Bash looked similar. It made me curious about their parents.

he finally said. The shadow clan always wears the traditional Shinobi Shōzoku because it merges with the shadow powers and remains invisible to the human eye. If a member of the shadow clan puts on something else, although they would remain unseen, the clothes would be visible. So, we went back to my cabin before heading to the station, and I put on my motorcycle leather suit and helmet. It was for the sheriff to be able to see me. The man in the trunk woke up and turned into a wolf before we got out of the cabin. I pulled out my blade, and Jacob stood ready for the attack. The wolf glowed at us, considering its next move. But someone shot a dart at it, and it fell.

i became instantly shy and turned on. He leaned against his car, like he owned the world.arms folded.tatoo peeking out of the sleeve of his designer dress shirt.the shirt emphasizing his lean, sculpted torso and broad shoulders.his black designer slacks caressing his lean hips and long legs.he looks mouth watering.he had no Right to be so gorgeous.

Standing there was Victor, spreading his undeniable charm; except he was shirtless, with a towel wrapped around his waist, dangerously low. Oh, what the....

A box of pizza and chocolates. ★ “I thought I told you not to follow me?" Damon spoke out but there was no one beside him in the large sitting room but then... “When have I ever listened to what you say, little brother?" A figure materialized in the open. It was Roshan. He was putting on a white long sleeve shirt that was free at the hands and the three up buttons of his shirt were left unbuttoned, revealing his well structured chest. His body below his waist were covered by a black leather, slim fit pants and a dark, long boot that made him look tough. He was looking great actually in his outfit.

Chapter 7 Raul’ s POV Far be it from me to deny Scarlett what she wants, so when she started panting, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, I had to comply. I am, after all, a gentleman. I unbuckle my jeans and start to slide them off as Scarlett, with one of her extended claws, makes my job easier and slices them off. It’s a good thing that she and I started keeping extra clothes at each other’s pack houses because of this very thing.