Jack Wolfe Shirtless Novels & Stories

He had his back turned to me, and watched the muscles there bunch and then flex as he pulled his ruined shirt off, dropping it to the ground at his feet, not self-conscious in the least. As a species, we werewolves didn’t shy away from nakedness as we usually had to shift in that state if we didn’t want to rip the clothes we had on. Yet I felt the hair rise on my arms and the nape of my neck, and it wasn’t until he turned to send me a curious look that I realized that I hadn’t answered the question he asked. “I-It was a slip of the tongue,” I managed weakly, “I just wanted the whole thing to be over and done with.”

Glory looked at the other two wolves was going to question her judgment on the matter of telling Jake everything, but they did not. “Alright Jake what do you want to know.” But when she asked the question Jake wasn’t looking at her, well he was but he wasn't so much looking her at her face but at something else that had been on his mind since Sunday morning when they first met. She looked down to see where Jake's eye line was at and her eyes ended up resting on her chest, then a cold breeze rustled through the trees and she had realized for the first time since this morning that she didn't have a shirt on.

“My wolf is not my own yet. I could bite you, hurt you.” “I would welcome your bite, your mark on me. And you’d never hurt me.” Jake pulled the ripped shirt from his body. He knew he was sculped like a swimmer. Narrow hips, strong shoulders. His body was his pride. He unsnapped his jeans, pushed them down, and stood naked in front of Mark. “I’m yours. I always have been.”

“Relax Cole. You’re not naked. You’ve only taken your shirt off.” I try to calm him as he’s started fighting badly with the restraints. “No. You don’t understand. I can’t be naked. I can’t.” He’s fighting even harder to get out of the chair. It finally dawns on me Patrick’s observation from the video footage. When Cole and Lynnie were in his dorm room he changed fully in the bathroom. Where most male wolves find it acceptable to walk around children with just their bottoms on, Cole walked out fully clothed. The only things he put on in Lynnie’s presence were his socks and hoodie.

ELIAN. I dug my shovel into the well again, grabbed a huge chunk of dirt and scooped it out onto the ground. The sun was starting to set, but I could still feel the sweltering heat of it burning into my skin. Sweat dripped from my eyebrow and I wiped it off as I heaved the final load of soil from the pit. I was shirtless and just in my breeches, which clung to my hips and the cornrows on my head were pulled back with a hair tie. My neck and left arm tattoo are on full display. Tattoos I have rightfully earned, through thick, trails, and errors.

I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books. I didn't question how my father died, I didn't question anything. I just let life go with me, I let it heal from all the things that were left behind to move on. Soon we were ready, I left the house with the feeling that I should go back but still I went. The Hall was crowded, everyone surprised to finally see me out of my shell, out of the cave where I had been holed up since the day of the great pain. - I don't think I even know how many times that day I heard that phrase pounding in my mind.

"I love you, too. Now get out of here." Noel turned and lumbered out of the living room after the others, happy that her mother was safe, that Wes and Jake were safe. Things could have gone a lot worse. When she stepped out into the afternoon sun, she balked. Jake stood there, his shirt off and wadded up in his hand, pressed against his wound. However, even though he was shirtless, he was the one wearing the most clothes. Wes, Dimitri, and Alanna all stood there naked as the day they were born, waiting for her. Shit, I forgot about this part.

I keep my cool, and my shoulders are relaxed as I wait for Vaughn to speak. “I want you to pull off your shirt. I want us to go naked today.” He utters and I curse under my breath. What is causing him to be suspicious? Well, I fuck him every day and I expect him to be. But fuck? “We are anonymous, Lone Wolf. Going naked will be going too far and I don't want that. I will respect it if you keep the boundaries.” I tell him softly and Vaughn nods his head meaningfully.

Without hesitation, I reached for my clothes, intending to take them off as I had to give back my wolf full control. Before I could lift an inch, Radolf's growling tone once again shuddered everyone, " What the hell are you doing?" I blinked my eyes twice and replied in puzzlement, " Getting naked, of course! I don't live a princess life here. These clothes are my last hopes." Radolf didn't look pleased with my answer. Somewhere, it was bothering his heart to think that so many men would see me stark-naked. Without paying attention to his possessive attitude, Radolf rushed forward, caging me in his arms to threaten angrily,

"You know what, Jake. You look silly with just your shirt on. Take it off. If you do, I'll reward you." Jake had no idea what that meant, but he was more than happy to comply. His chest was his best feature. He'd worked hard on it. He took off his shirt and flung it on top of his boxers. Then he resumed stroking himself.