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I am so going to beat him this time ,you Maxwell just pray you didn't come in front of me soon otherwise this is going to be your last day. i am in a extra-large grey men's shirt and it won't take a genius to know whose shirt is this! With white shorts ,he changed my pants too ,I am back to taking deep breaths to control myself no wonder I felt so free to move around but what I dread the most is ,I hold my shirt forward to look inside confirming my doubt , I don't have a bra on... That's it I can't take this shit anymore

Different scents occupy the space, mainly from Lance's Pack and a few from the visiting packs. Among the many, one stands out. My mates. On their own accord, my eyes dart around the field until they spot him, and he’s looking right back at me. What upsets me more is his shirtless body on display, and how the she-wolves from other packs are shamelessly gawking at him. I know it shouldn't bother but damn, even my blocked beasts managed to release themselves and I hope they won't ruin my plan. He needs a fucking shirt. Come to think of it, my mate is still hot even when fully clothed, don't they see the mark on his neck though.?

he asks with lust in his eyes “Yes I have shorts on” I reply with a smart ass attitude “You shouldn’t wear stuff like that around me it looks like you have nothing underneath” I feel a blush show up on my cheeks I look at him with a straight face and say “well then you shouldn’t walk around shirtless” “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks “You know exactly what it means” I chuckle He then takes the shirt he’s wearing off “Does it bother you?” He asks walking towards me “No but if me wearing this bothers you cause of what it does then you don’t need to walk around shirt less”

"Clean off your body with sand. Call us back once you are dressed." "My shirt?" I asked as I held up the ensanguined shirt. For some reason, I felt the desert camouflage pattern was ruined. "He can go shirtless," Priya suggested quickly. Mona and Rachel nodded. 'Showered in pig's blood'...I didn't recall seeing that on a Cosmo sex quiz. I shuddered to think whose sexual survey would...oh, right, it was on the Satan's Sluts' To-do List.

Amara watched as Damon smirked and began unbuttoning his shirt. She swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on his well-muscled body, unable to stop herself from staring. After discarding his shirt, he slipped off his shoes, meeting her eyes for a brief moment before flashing a wide smile and walking away. As Alpha Damon stood there, shirtless and confident, a hush fell over the crowd. The Protectors, having completed their display, turned their attention toward him, ready to face the ultimate challenge and claim the prize.

I shook my head at my own reflection. I was bold but I wasn’t that bold. “Fuck it.” I tugged the sash loose and let the fabric fall open anyway. **** He was on the couch when I stepped out, and my mouth very fell open. Literally. He was shirtless. Like, completely, entirely shirtless — bare from the waist up, and I had never in my life been this close to a shirtless man who looked like that. Like him. The breadth of his shoulders, the definition of his chest, and the narrow taper of his waist had me swallowing.

Receiving threats, or promises all day isn’t my favorite thing to do. The man I came here to kill looks like a model straight out of a magazine. You know, one of those motorcycle ones with the shirtless guy on the front? The one where the model sits with their legs on both sides of the motorcycle, their legs wide and muscular, their hands tatted and tightly gripping the handle as he stares the camera straight in the eye? Making it look like he’s staring through your soul and leaving you hot and bothered? I hate how my breath hitches at the sight of him. Shane is oozing with sex appeal, he looks like someone picked out his wardrobe for him. He’s chosen a black dress shirt that isn’t buttoned.

Mia flexed her wrists as the last bonds came free, feeling the blood rush back. They dressed in near silence. The air in the studio still carried the scent of their sweat and arousal and the faint earthy smell of the rope. Mia pulled her tank top over her head, wincing slightly at the friction against her marked breasts. Hiroshi watched her for a moment before slipping his shirt back on. Neither of them spoke about what had just happened. There was no need for awkward reassurances or pillow talk. This was the world they were in.

All four men are shirtless, and it’s really, really hot. I stretch my hands to pick a chicken wing. It's really tasty. Yum yum. But it's still hot. I fan myself. Sweat is already rolling down from my forehead. This is so embarrassing. Why am I so nervous? They are just four dudes. Okay, FOUR SINFULLY hot dudes! Still, no one's touching you. Put yourself together, Maya. I wiggle the collar of my shirt to get some air on my body. I should get rid of this shirt I'm wearing afterall I have a tiny top underneath. But it's going to look weird undressing in front of them.

William says, refusing to look at me. “Um,” I glance down at his abs, swallow, look back up at his face only to look down again. How the fuck am I supposed to focus when my mate is shirtless right in-front of my very appreciating eyes? “I um…” I clear my throat and cross my arms. “Can you wear a shirt?”