Jack Wolfe Shirtless Novels & Stories

“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.

“I get what’s going on. You can’t shift back and talk to me because you don’t have any clothes nearby.” “Lily, no,” I hiss when she tries to nod at him that he is right. “But …” “But nothing,” I interrupt her. “We don’t know anything about him. He’s not a wolf. For fuck’s sake, we don’t even know what he is. We have enough troubles as is, we don’t need more.” He stands up, unbuttons his flannel shirt, and takes it off. Revealing under the fabric exactly what I expected - a lean, muscular body. It is hard to tell if it came naturally or from hours in the gym.

she groaned, staring down at the splash that had stained her top. “I can’t wear this anymore,” she muttered, and before I could stop her, she tugged the shirt off. My breath hitched. Her chest bare . My mark pulsed faintly on her neck, and my entire body went rigid. I turned away, jaw tight, and shrugged off my jacket. “Here,” I said roughly, extending it. “I’d rather go out like this than take something from you, Ivan Wolfe.” The way she said my name — slow, sharp, sinful — it did things to me I couldn’t control.

“Badass? I almost got roadkill’d. Great. Headline: ‘Local girl turns wolf, gets flattened by Ford F-150.’” I snorted despite myself. “Yeah, well, at least it would’ve been quick. Better than dying of embarrassment when your mate has to explain to animal control why there’s a naked chick in a ditch hugging a shirtless guy.” She pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes red and puffy but a tiny spark of that fire coming back. “You’re naked too, genius. Pants only. Very heroic.” “Shit.” I glanced down yep, boxers and nothing else. Shifted too fast, clothes shredded somewhere back at the warehouse. “Okay, wardrobe malfunction noted. Hold that thought.”

Their eyes widened, shock written clear across their faces. It was not because their boss had shown up at the penthouse so early, it was what they were seeing… Damien Wolfe holding a tray like some domestic fool, his broad frame dressed in nothing but a pair of pants, stripped of his usual armor, looking startlingly like a complete ordinary man.

Then I lift my head to look around me and notice claw prints on a tree. Snapping photos, I feel like something is off. The hell? Am I being watched? My hairs on the back stand more to attention than before as a shiver runs through my bones that are almost numb from the freezing cold. Why did I swap California sunshine for freezing cold Anchorage? Insane! I hear a noise, the rustling of leaves. Someone or something is here. I am not alone right now. “This isn’t just a wolf. This is something else.” Then I see him, Blake. Shirtless. AGAIN! What the hell is it with this man and no clothes? It’s freezing cold. He strides towards me like an animal stalking its prey.