Jack Wolfe Shirtless Novels & Stories

But I didn't think that aside from them, there are other non-human creatures, and what I am seeing now is the evidence. There is no way that these huge wolves are ordinary. There are eight of them with different shades of furs and their eyes… a lighter shade of gold that look so alive. But what shocked me more was when the two wolves at the center made a way for someone. My hold on Carter loosened up when I recognized Jaxon. He was topless and only wearing jeans, exposing his chiseled upper body and his tattoo in the left chest. His jaw was clenched and eyes dark as night.

“Figure it out without killing us first, I hope.” I snatch a black t-shirt off the top of the pile, then dig around for some pants. We haven’t worn clothes in days, so the fabric feels rough and unnatural on my skin. In my mind, my wolf howls his protestation against it. If he had his way, we’d be naked and wild twenty-four-seven. Sorry buddy,I tell my wolf with a mental chuckle. The human side wins out on this one. Not that I don’t like being naked, but sometimes it’s nice to go about my day without seeing dozens of dicks hanging out around me.

My shirt and shorts are still sitting neatly folded at the end of the bed. His steady gaze holds mine as he rises to his feet. "I'll turn around so you can change." I release a nervous breath as he crosses his arms over his chest before turning his back to me. For a heartbeat, I stand there, strangely paralyzed before shaking myself out of the mental stupor and grabbing the soft T-shirt. I hold it up and take a better look at it. Western Wolves Hockey. My fingers trail over the navy embossed letters. I peek at him to make sure his back is still turned before bringing the shirt to my nose and inhaling.

Because for a wolf to get a scar, that wound ran deep, and must have been very painful. “Perhaps if you wore a shirt, you wouldn’t have gotten burned,” I offer helpfully. “Perhaps not. But where’s the fun in that? You know being fully clothed goes against our nature. You could try it sometime Sloane. It’s very freeing. And breezy.”

Now that I don't have the jacket on me, my bra was clearly visible because apart from the fact that my white shirt was thin, it's also wet. "I think you need your jacket," said the man and began to take off the jacket wrapped around his waist. I started to panic by what he was doing. "N-No!" I quickly spoke and approached him. Is he crazy? He needs it more than me! I know that wolves are used on showing their body but heck! I'm not used to seeing naked people! He still continued to remove the jacket so I didn't hesitate to approach him and stop his hands. He looked down on me. His eyes were hooded. I tried to fight the shame and met his green eyes. "I thought you wolves are used to seeing na

“You seriously can’t use the front door?”. Turning around I didn’t miss his smirk. “You can’t keep using my window”. “Easy access”. He winked throwing himself onto my bed. Did I mention he was shirtless? “Don’t you own any T-shirt’s?”. I asked trying my best not to stare. Throwing his head back a hearty laugh fell from his lips. “It’s easier when I’m in wolf form. Saves me hiding my clothes in the woods. I just strap a pair of shorts to my ankle”.

Alpha Tyler said to me and I looked at him wondering what that one thing might be. “Could you please take his shirt off. My wolf is very protective of you, and he isn’t liking the sight of you in another’s shirt.” Alpha Tyler told me and I looked down at the shirt I had quickly grabbed from the dresser drawer when Landon and I went to the bedroom so that Lucas and Alpha Tyler could talk. I hadn’t realized that it would affect him or his wolf by me wearing it. “I’m sorry.” I said as I grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it up over my head and dropped it to the floor by my feet.

I grab the towel of the rack,and wipe my face. "Ugh now I need to shower,"I mumble to myself.I quickly take a shower and wrap the towel around me.I step out of the bathroom and walk into my closet. I didn't feel the need,to dress fancy but my wolf reminded me that I was the Alpha of a pack so I might as well dress,like it.I wear a pair of white jeans and a cutetop.I walk out and Jonathan was sitting on my,bed. "Here put this on,"he said throwing a sweatshirt in my face.It smelt entirely of himand it sent my wolf on a comfortable edge.

And he clearly smells the scent of the girl's skin. The man breaks into a run, overcomes a long corridor and jumps to the first floor, bypassing the stairs. He lands lightly on his feet, like a cat, and hoarsely asks: - Open... He can no longer hold back the turn, and the powerful paws of the wolf are already lowering to the floor. Large, lean, with dark hair and light yellow eyes. He shakes off his jeans with his hind paws and rips off his T-shirt with his teeth, which hinders movement.

Three weeks of watching this one buy oat milk at the Loblaws and coach a room full of teenagers at the gym he runs downtown like a guy with nothing to hide. Most of them hide. They den up, go quiet, learn the word careful. Not him. He walks around bare-chested, inviting everyone to take a good, close look at him, and a grin that says catch me if you can, and somewhere in week two I decided the grin by itself was reason enough to kill the bastard. My finger takes up the slack. The bolt goes into bark with a sound like a dropped book. And the wolf is not where the wolf was. Motherfucker.