Jack Wolfe Shirtless Novels & Stories

“As I have said before we are wolf shifters not humans. He is going to have to accept that there are times when one will see everyone naked. We don’t see it as embarrassing or shameful. Some are more comfortable than others and we do need to blend with humans so we do use clothing when it is appropriate. Sleeping is not one of those times. “. This time she got the full on effect of that handsome wolfie smile and amber eyes. Pulling on a T-shirt and jeans, he just ran his hands through his hair while he slid his bare feet into a pair of deck shoes. “I have a complete name now and some insight into the rogues themselves. I just have to get past Jeff ragging me out for investigating it on m

If it hadn’t been such an expensive looking shirt, I probably would have just ripped it off to save time. His hands were all over my body while I worked to remove his shirt. He touched my hips, then wrapped around to squeeze my butt. Then he brought his fingers up the back of my silk dress. By the time he got there, I had undone all of the buttons on his dress shirt. I opened it up and Jacob removed it the rest of the way. He was now shirtless, wearing only slacks and dress shoes. Something about it was super sexy. “Help me take my top off,” I said, as I held my arms into the air.

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.

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.”

Life didn’t work that way. Only the thought of Xaden’s violent rage spurred me into action and I reached for the parcel she had dropped. There was some sort of lilac lace inside and I quickly took off all my clothes before putting it on. My jaw dropped open when I took in the outfit in the mirror. It was so sheer I was practically naked, my nipples, the cut of my abdomen, and the triangle between my legs quite visible if you looked long or well enough. As if the transparency wasn’t bad enough, the halter top of the teddy was cut so low, reaching just above my navel and leaving a large part of my chest as well as the globes of my breasts exposed. The low cut also went to the back, stopping so

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