Jack Wolfe Shirtless Novels & Stories

I thought if I added another layer it would be too much to handle in this heat. Now I know why everyone here dresses in shorts and t-shirts or the skimpy dresses. It's so hot here that I expect to see fried birds falling from the sky. "Mara," he says in a low, dangerous tone. "Take that ridiculous hoodie off right now." I don’t want Johnathan to see me in the my underwear. I don't want anyone to see me naked for that matter. Wolves aren’t usually bashful about nudity. We’re used to shifting in packs and getting naked in front of each other, but it’s been so long since anyone but Lucas had seen me naked, that I’m shy about it now.

“That’s the point. You’ll be naked, and I’ll finally get to see what I paid for.” His words thrilled her. “This is far worse,” she said, folding her arms over her chest. “Is it? We’re wolves, Christal. It’s worse being confined in these fucking clothes than it is being naked.” He pinched at the clothing, the disgust visible on his face. “If you hate clothes so much why don’t you take them off?” she asked. “I would, but I figured if you came down to breakfast to see me naked you’d run at the first opportunity. I love a good run any other time. Breakfast and a run don’t work for me at all.”

I groaned inwardly, cursing myself for having even the smallest shred of joy that I’d finished this idiotic task without a single injury. Of all people to come and fuck with me, it had to be Weston Phillips. He came from the front, all swagger in his muscle tee and cut off jeans. His shit eating grin made the she-wolves swoon, but not me. The man had the sex appeal of a wet sock.

I had quickly undressed changing into my hunting suit thankful that I was able to put it to good use. “Rogues. They -- shit! Can you warn us next time? Atlas will kill us if he thinks we’ve seen any part of your body we aren’t supposed to.” Wolfe spun around quickly trying to avoid seeing my bare skin. Atlas was very possessive of something that did not truly belong to him. Even still I could not hold back a grin.

"Dumb ripped my shorts off me and started pushing up my sweatshirt and was groping me. Dirty unbuttoned his pants and told me to open my mouth. Dumb got really excited and grabbed me by my hair and pulled me off the ground. He said open wide you're gonna get a mouthful. Dirty shoved his dick in my mouth. Something inside me snapped a d I screamed No in my head and I bit down as hard as I could and ground my teeth together. I felt his skin break and tasted blood so I jerked back my head and felt his dick go limp and a chunk was in my mouth. I spit it out and said 'Who else wants to be dickless?' I was furious that they wanted to rape me and so was my wolf." "My wolf said 'Celly, let me have c

He carried me to my bedroom and laid me on the ground. “We’ll have breakfast in a couple of minutes. Get dressed in something other than that,” he looked at my outfit pointedly. It dawned on me that considering the time he’d been asleep, he’d probably never seen a lady wearing a hoodie with shorts before. Considering how my outfit was tattered and worn down after my morning “run”, I saw why it lacked appeal. Before he turned toward the door, he stopped and asked, “Is there anything you need, Sofia?” I need to get out of here was I wanted to say. Instead, I shook my head. “No.”

I immediately called him back, thinking he needed my help with something. "Chloe. Did you get the picture I sent?" His voice was a low rumble. I put him on speaker and opened my texts. There it was. A shirtless selfie he'd clearly just taken in what looked like his home office. He was leaning back in his chair, his chest and abs on full display, his hand resting low on his stomach, just above the waistband of his boxers. It was blatant, arrogant, and unbelievably hot. "Oh my god, Mark!" I gasped. "That's so... what if someone sees this?"

The sheets were as white as snow. “Youre awake, my little wolf”’ I jump to my feet realizing I am not alone. A man lay on the couch at the extreme end of the room shirtless with a coffee mug in his hand. his shirt off, his ocean-blue eyes staring back at me, with so much curiosity and wonder, his golden hair shining from the reflection of the sun, his muscles… oh my god, I will give anything to feel those sixpacks. “‘If you should continue staring at me in that manner, I may as well take you hear and now”’ I just realized all I had on me was a T-shirt which I assume to be his, with no bra and undergarments.

Killian smiled at me before licking the drop of maple syrup off his finger. I exhaled slowly, trying to regain my composure. It didn't work. “Could you please wear a shirt?” Mischief danced on his lips. “I don't want to. I feel comfortable without it.” Another wave of heat rushed through me. “What if I'm not comfortable with you without a shirt?” He leaned closer. "Somehow, I don't believe it bothers you. I certainly wouldn't mind if you decided to walk shirtless around the house.” A daring part of me awakened. “What if I decided to go shirtless to work?”

The warmth was more heated because he was waiting to spill hot lava on us. "The volcano is about to burst." Eclipse commented. My wolf is definitely having fun being a commenter. I gulped, turning around. He was controlling his wolf to jump out and punish me as he took deep low breaths. I chuckled nervously, glancing at the handsome man, "I gotta go. Thanks for asking." He held me back, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Wait, I want to give you this." He removed his shirt and handed it to me, flashing his million-dollar smile.