Jack Wolfe Shirtless Novels & Stories

“Well, it’s helpful to be naked. Since our bodies change when we shift, clothes can get torn apart easily. Jus’ close yer eyes and call to yer wolf; she will come and do the rest.” “Ok.” Melissa nodded. Callum grinned again as he took his shirt off. “Wait! What?” Melissa sprang up from the settee, hands up as she looked at him in shock. Callum just popped the button on his pants and let them drop to the floor. He knew her eyes were on him, drinking in his naked form, but he didn’t dare look at her. If he did, he might lose control and fuck her right there. “I said ye need to get naked.” He shrugged before closing his eyes and calling on his wolf.

ARRETT Xavier standing there shirtless shouldn’t be a big deal because we’ve all seen him without a shirt a thousand times. But right now with the context of what we’re about to do, it feels different. Nobody moves for what feels like a full minute. Then Nash stands up and pulls off his own shirt like he’s ripping off a band-aid. “Fuck it. We’re doing this.” Cole is still standing by the pool table looking like he’s reconsidering every life choice that led to this moment. “How does this even work? Do we just all—”

Arriving at Aron's place, I exited the car and entered the home. Not much has changed. I see a few of my things lying around. I get to thinking maybe he was being truthful about the blackmail, but at this moment, all I can think about is how good he looks and how I haven't had sex in months. He was my first and last time. I didn't realize how much I missed it until I saw him. I need this man inside me right now. We can talk about all of this later. I turn to look at Arron. Before I can say anything, he kisses me with so much passion it brings me to the floor. His eyes open, and I can see his wolf. It brings my Wolf out, and without thought, I'm now pulling clothes off of him inch by inch, ex

Elias asked, narrowing his eyes at me. "It's fine, I've been through worst." He threw me a shirt, wearing the short and a light vest. " Take off your clothes, that's an order. I'm not going to carry a sick wolf with me down the mountain." I swallowed and nodded, going to a corner to remove my clothes and wrench the water out. I also had no choice but to remove my underwear because it was getting uncomfortable and itchy. I spread my clothes near the fire so it could dry faster and stood awkwardly, feeling exposed.

This is Jack, a wolf who likes me. I smiled at him and held him tightly to my chest. I was in that tightly embrace with Jack when Jacqueline took over and shifted, making me cuddle his head to my chest, ON MY BOOBS! "Damn!" I pushed Jacqueline away from my lap and immediately sprung up to my feet, "Why will you do that? Can't you see that I'm busy with Jack?" a nd He didn't bother to stand up to his feet, he laid on the flowers, shirtless. I was grateful he had a pair of trousers on, else, I would have been successfully swallowed by nervousness, though his shirtless chest was not doing me any good.

My wolf growled a warning at her though, refusing to back down. The she-wolf retreated over to where Dalton stood. She rubbed her wrist and saddled right up next to him. “Alpha Dalton! Did you see what she just did to me? How she grabbed me like that?” Her arms snaked around Dalton’s left bicep. “She was going to attack me!” Why was he still shirtless? I felt Dalton’s eyes pinned on me. It was deep and penetrating as though he could see right through me, searching through my soul.

“I want you!” “But your wolf---!” “He wants you,” he cut me off--- and suddenly stood taking off his jacket. “Want me to prove it to you?” Before I could reply, he had pulled off his shirt, and--- I gaped! And yes, openly ogled him! He looked like a Greek god, sculpted by Michelangelo himself! His defined abs and chiseled chest looked to be cut from marble. Celtic knots and Norwich runes covered most of his right pectoral, shoulder, and upper arm. Black and gleaming against his tanned skin.

The raw proximity of his chest made my breath catch, a sudden wave of heat hitting my neck despite the freezing temperature of the ice. "Get off me, Wolfe," I ground out, my hands coming up to push against his heavy navy jersey. "The play is dead. Move your feet." He didn’t move an inch. Instead, his nostrils flared as he took a deep, deliberate breath of the air escaping from the collar of my jersey. Without the chemical blockers, the sweet scent of my white clover and citrus flared under the physical exertion of the shift. It was a potent, intoxicating aroma that hit his system instantly.

That the boy kissing me had a wolf living inside him that wanted to claim me in ways I didn't fully understand. But all I felt was rightness. Like every piece of me that had been scattered was finally clicking into place. My hands found the hem of his shirt. I tugged upward, and he pulled back just long enough to yank it over his head and toss it somewhere behind him. Holy hell. I'd known Kyle was athletic. Had seen the way he moved, all controlled strength and power. But seeing him shirtless was different. Feeling the hard planes of muscle under my palms was different.

None of them had knelt on the rug in his Red Room, tied up and blindfolded, mistaking domination for curiosity. My sneakers squeaked against the tile. I should’ve worn something sexier, maybe something black and backless like the girls Sloan Maddox hung out with. But my brain short-circuited trying to dress for a man who had seen me on my knees. So I wore denim and a hoodie. The opposite of submissive. When I reached his office door, it was already open. "Close it behind you," Wolfe said without looking up. He was sitting behind the same dark oak desk, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, pen in hand.