Older Hairy Men Novels & Stories

His name is Avian Rathore. The third guy has brown hair, 6'4 in height. He is the son of an oil businessman who is in the top ten richest businessmen in the country list. His name is Aarush Khatri. The fourth brown-headed guy is Adinew Reddy. He is the only heir of his father's wine business. His 6'4 frame can intimate anyone with his handsome face and hot body. Last but not least comes Maverick Wright. A spoiled brat since birth. He is a royal man because he is born with a gold spoon in his mouth. Together these five guys can win any battle and can make anyone's life hell.

Whatever tore into him left behind something ragged and cruel. The other man is younger—by a lot. His wild ginger hair looks like it hasn’t been tamed in years. He’s lightly freckled, green-eyed, and sports an oversized shirt that’s clearly not his. It hangs off him like he borrowed it last minute, probably from the man beside him. Where the older man is brute strength, this one is lean muscle, shoulders wiry and compact. He moves like someone used to climbing things he shouldn’t be on.

A towering figure, tall and massive, walked with an air of intimidation. The man's physique was imposing, muscles straining against the fabric of his dark shirt. His skin was a tapestry of scars and tattoos, each one telling a story of a life lived on the fringes of society. This was Macho, a man known for his brutality and ruthlessness in the criminal underworld.

JAKE The curtain stayed wide open and the three men stepped into the booth like they already belonged there. The tallest one had dark hair and a thick chest under his tight black shirt. The second was a little shorter with tattoos running down both arms. The third was younger, maybe closer to my age, with a hungry look in his eyes. Music and cooler air spilled in around them but none of them cared. They just stared at the place where my cock was still buried deep inside Derek. “Don’t stop on our account,” the tall one said, voice low and rough. “Looks like your boy needs more than one cock tonight.”

They nodded and came with a bucket of ice water. Immediately, they poured it all over the sleeping man, and he jerked back to his senses, gasping for air and coughing. Olivia didn't mind as she watched the men carefully. One of them had dyed his hair red and black, while the other one was bald. Although a young man, he had tattoos even on his head and neck area.

The other two must already be inside the tents. None of them notice the shifters they're talking about are standing only a few feet away in the darkness. "How did they get away that fast?" a woman demands. Her voice carries sharp irritation. She looks about middle-aged, with tight features and a hard expression that matches her tone. "That shouldn't be possible." "I already told you," an older man replies. He looks far too pleased with himself. He's the oldest person sitting there. White hair frames his head, and his thin mouth curls slightly upward like he enjoys being right.

I could also see the surprise on Ari's face as she asked the old man, "why are there only men in the neutral pack? Are there no women? And why do they all look like lycans?" The old man stared at her and smiled as he shook his head. He slowly walked toward the men until he was standing in their midst. He turned and faced all four of us and we were surprised to see him stand erect. He was really very tall and when he took off the cloak covering his body, I was surprised at how toned his muscles were, considering his age. I instantly knew that he was not as weak as he made us believe. He was a very strong lycan.

“What the fuck did I just watch on the news?” One amongst the men who was older, thundered, his face red with rage. The sheer force of his voice echoed through the large, dimly lit room, causing everyone to flinch. One had a full beard, grey and imposing, that kinda gave him an air of authority and wisdom. He stood tall with a good physique despite his age, muscles still defined under his crisp white shirt. His white hair contrasted sharply with his furious expression, making him look almost ethereal in his anger.

I would noramlly perfer something more comfortable but today I wanted to remain professional, and let's be honest, who doesn't feel confident in their sleek black heels? After taking a few more steps towards the two men, I realized that were it not for the facial hair on the other man's face these two men would look identical. Studying their features for a moment it was shocking to me that they didn't look a day over 35, but I knew they must be much older. I hadn't even begun to delve into the concept of werewolf aging.

He was several years older than me and had knowledge of what a Beta should be. “Another challenge?” Beta Justin asked, his hazel eyes on my bloody knuckles. His short, ash blonde hair was wet with sweat. “When are those old timers going to give up?” Otto, one of the older warriors, muttered. He had brown eyes and dark brown hair with sideburns that turned into a puffy beard on his cheeks. He kept the rest shaved. “It’s baffling why any of them ever thought they could win an Alpha challenge, but at this point, after so many failures, it’s just ridiculous.”