Older Hairy Men Novels & Stories

How long have they been there? Both of the wolves shifted to reveal two large and terrifying men. Both had scars all over their chests and one had a scar on his temple. The one with the temple scar was bald and I could see the scars on the top of his head too. The other one had brown hair and grey eyes. Both of them were buck naked. I looked away, not wanting to see them anywhere you wouldn't casually see a person. "Shift," scar head growled. Lycer growled back.

The air here was thin and sweet with a pitched hum that made the warmth in my chest feel good. I sat up gasping as my muscles hurt. "Be careful little star " a man said. "Your body has spent five years holding back a lot of power. It takes time to get used to the light." I looked toward the window. Three men were standing there, each big. They seemed to take up all the air in the huge room. They were giants compared to the wolves of the Reach and their presence was heavy and powerful. The one who spoke was the oldest. He had hair like a winter storm and eyes that seemed deep and scary. He stepped forward his boots making no sound on the marble floor.

In the center of the town, three people stood at the gate of the stone hall. Two young men in their twenties were standing on both sides. They were extremely handsome and had extraordinary temperaments, with long swords hanging from their waists. The wind and snow which were as sharp as knives were resisted to one meter away from them. In the middle, there was a burly old man with gray hair who was as strong as a lion. He looked hale and hearty with a red face.

Every head turned as one of the two doors to the room slowly swung open, and two men walked in. Less than a quarter of the people present had never seen the Lycan before, but they'd gotten a description from their family members who had. Tall and broad, the description went, olive skin with long dark hair, eternal youth with extremely good looks. It was easy to pick who that was between the two men. The picture of him that had been immediately taken down from the community forum didn't even begin to compare to the Lycan in real life. He was simply something out of the imagination.

he said, sticking out his disgusting tongue. Angela even found it disgusting an older man whose sixty years old, if not older. They showed no respect. Marcus climbed out of the car, and the men looked at him, “leave this asshole. Get a real man,” said an old bald man with acne on his face dressed up like a teenager whose pants are sitting too tight on him, making his big tummy appeared like pregnant. “Fuck off,” said Marcus. The seven men climbed off their bikes, “boy, you better hope we never heard right because if we did, you could kiss your ass goodbye.”

Then, a low, tectonic growl vibrated through the soles of my shoes. "You're far from the path, little bird," a voice rasped. It was deep, scraping against my nerves like gravel. I spun around, my flashlight beam cutting through the dark. Three men emerged from the shadows. They weren't just men. They were massive, easily seven feet tall, with chests like oak barrels and eyes that glowed with a predatory, amber light. They were half-naked despite the mountain chill, clad only in rough leather trousers, their skin mapped with scars and thick, dark hair.

He knew that he would be murdered if he refused to yield to the Elysium Gate. Darryl nodded and turned to the Ten Villains. "What about you guys?" All of them had a unique appearance, which was interesting. Oldest Villain One was an overweight man with a chubby face. He had a striking five-inches long scar on his left cheek. Old Villain Two looked smart and refined; he had a striking appearance. Old Villain Eight was the most interesting one. He had an afro, and he was as skinny as a twig. He looked like a living feather duster from a distance!

I leaned against the door and folded my arms. One of the characteristics that I noticed in the people here was their tall stature. I thought that Jacob's height was just a coincidence but I'm all wrong because being tall is on their race. And their body were lean and looks strong too. Even the elderly and old ones still look tough without any sickness. Their bodies were still in good posture that you wouldn't think they were already seniors. Maybe it's because of their wolf genes. Their bodies were literally stronger and more durable compared to normal people like us. And their presence were powerful. Just one look at them and you can distinguish that they were different from everyone else.

"Did she really just barge in here and literally been ogling at us, or is it just my imagination?" "Nah, I think she's really doing that. And here I was, thinking I've seen it all," The one seated replied with a bit of irritation, blowing out a ring of smoke from his nose and mouth. Another deep sensational voice. Husky too. Who are these guys? Not guys, exactly. MEN. Full-grown ass men. Far from my league. I've never found older men to be sexy, but right now, I couldn't help the dirty thoughts garnering in my mind.

I want to trace the V at his hips with my fingertips. I’m still hung up on the fact he has no hair on his body. Maybe it’s a cliché to think all men are hairy, but most bear shifters are. The fact Orrin isn’t; surprises me. Orrin is the King of his clan, so maybe he’s hairless because of some weird ritual. And that dick? Holy fuck! 'You really are naïve, Anja'. I’m not dumb, I’ve seen a cock before, not a real one, and never a man standing in front of me like this, but Orrin is huge!