Killmonger Shirtless Novels & Stories

"This will allow everyone to observe your movements more clearly." Without a word, Cyrus nodded and began peeling off his shirt. His muscles, honed by countless hours of training, were well-defined and glistened under the midday sun. His skin shimmered with a light sheen of sweat, a testament to the intensity of the session. The other werewolf fighters, without questioning the command, followed suit, discarding their own shirts one by one.

Michelle noticed his strong jawline, his broad shoulders, and his well-defined torso since he was not wearing a shirt. Alpha Lance and the rest of his pack don’t bother wearing shirts and spent most of the time in just loose-fitting pants or a sheet wrapped around them because they shifted often. Alpha Lance dropped the sheet that was wrapped around his waist, his manhood already fully erected by the sight of Michelle’s full breast and hourglass figure, her nipples erect from the cold water. ‘Is she still a virgin?’ Alpha Lance asked Angakok through a mind link knowing he will be able to see.

I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. Once I’m done packing up, I take a quick shower and put on a loose shirt, short shorts and the only ragged doll shoes I own. I also bathe my Maddox and put him in the best clothes I’ve bought for him a few months back: sleeveless coveralls paired with a white shirt underneath and a pair of white sneakers.

People were sparring in groups, but I definitely wasn't expecting the particular sight unfolding right in front of me. Alpha Damon was sparring with another male wolf who was completely shirtless. Even though Alpha Damon still had a white, body-hugging shirt on, the fabric was drenched in sweat, clinging to him like a second skin and making it agonizingly easy to trace every hard line of his rigid muscles.

“You’re going to have to take the shirt off, Zli. Don’t worry. I’ll behave.” I give a small nod and pull the t-shirt over my head. I’m bare-chested, the purple and yellow bruises mapping my ribs like a roadmap of the warehouse fight. There’s a heavy second where neither of us moves. The air in the room feels thick, charged with a tension that has nothing to do with hate.

Several other shifters have blankets as well, some of them choosing to sit closer to the water than others. It’s cold, yet most of the males are shirtless, their shifter heat keeping them warm despite the wintry temperatures. Jake , Kev , and Jordan are all just in jeans, but they added boots for this afternoon’s event. So I feel a bit overdressed in my sweater, jeans, and boots. However, feeling Alpha Dirk’s eyes on me again, I’m glad to have a fabric shield. Being naked doesn’t usually bother me. I grew up around nudity. But

I instinctively began apologizing, even as his face turned darker with every word i spit out. "Sure, go ahead." He said darkly, my heart stopped for a second. "What?" "Go ahead and replace the shirt, but i Will have you know that this is a limited edition new Cismst shirt, it was sown by the renowned Italian fashion designer, you should know that." Boom.

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?”

When it was six o'clock, I pulled a shirt over my hostel shorts and pulled on a hoodie to go, I didn't know if I should wear my Nike or addidas slides. "We want checks not stripes, Fam", Malik said quoting a line from a rap sound. White tee, black hostel shorts, white Nike slides and a grey hoodie. Did someone say Monotone? Chidimma was already there, she fiddle with her fro as I walk towards her. She lifted her head to search for me I suppose and our eyes met, she smiled wrinkling her eyes and I notice a dimple on the left side of her lower lip. "You have a dimple?"

As she settled alone in her booth, everyone started clapping when a lady suddenly came to the stage. “Oh, so you’re a singer here…” Ashlyn smirked as she was feeling proud over having a gifted mate. Ashlyn eyed her mate from head to toe since Vladimir was wearing a simple white tribal off-shoulder shirt with a brown cardigan hoodie for her top and for her bottom was a pastel brown skirt with a bloomer and then his brown knee-length boots. She definitely likes the taste of her mate’s clothing as she found it very beautiful on Vladimir. Everything was great for him.