Older Hairy Men Novels & Stories

But oddly, they didn’t. Instead, the men all bowed their heads in submission. As the wolf stepped off the man, shifting without a thought to his nudity. He was tall, wiry but certainly muscular with almond skin, rich curly black hair, an electric blue mohawk, and a rectangular face with deep sapphire blue eyes. I kept my eyes on his face, still ready for a fight.

His hard cock slips from between your tits,leaving a trail of precum across your chest. He doesn’t bother covering himself as he walks to the door leaving you lying there. You hear the door open. Excited voices along with heavy footsteps echo down the hall. Three men enter the room. They are all massively obese with over huge bellies. Their eyes lock onto your helpless body immediately like predators who have finally found the perfect prey. The first one is the largest. With a thick greasy beard and small dark eyes. He breathes heavily through his mouth as he stares at your exposed cunt.

The quiet, heavy kind of power radiated from him, the kind that made my stomach twist. And then there was the last one. The tallest. The one with a permanent frown carved into his face. His body was huge, larger than both of the others, his shoulders broad, his arms thick with muscle. His hair was dark too, styled back into tight waves that made him look even more intimidating. He had the look of someone who lived in the training grounds, someone who bled sweat and steel. There was a visible scar across his eyebrows. “Goshh, the scent is so strong,” the white-haired one broke the silence, sniffing the air like he was drunk on it. "I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to control my wolves if we keep

“It’s pretty big actually. I’ve heard there might be bigger out there, but I haven’t seen one yet.” “How big are we talking?” asked Kevin. “It depends on how you divide it,” I said as two more men entered. One being Michael and the other an older man with salt and pepper hair. Which I assume was their father. I could see a little bit of each of his sons in him. His height was somewhere between Kevin and the youngest. He had Darren’s broad shoulders, Michael’s posture. The eyes of the wiry one, the nose of Timothy, and a beard hiding his jawline.

Sure enough, as I reached the main hall, the big double doors swung open to reveal them. Three men strode inside, and I didn’t need an “In Case You Missed It: They’re Werewolves” sign to figure out what they were. They moved like predators—quiet, fluid, and with that unmistakable confidence of creatures who knew they could crush you without even trying. Broad shoulders. Sun-browned skin. Eyes that gleamed with something untamed. The one in the middle was the tallest, with black hair that brushed his jaw and eyes the color of molten amber. He didn’t just walk—he prowled.

They still both stood in a fierce stance, none of them willing to back down. Soon, the one who spoke came into view, his walking stick being his third leg and his head full of grey hair. His face was smooth and at the same time slightly wrinkly but that didn't stop one from seeing how beautiful his orbs were. They were a pair of golden orbs that glinted even as he stood in place. A brown woolen shawl was wrapped around his neck to prevent him from the cold while he was clad in thick clothes. Everything about the old man screamed 'Odd' but that was the main reason he was respected. He was a special kind of the werewolf lineage whose fur were so little that the cold could easily get to them.

And as much as I wanted one, I’d be dead if the baby in me died. Hardy for some reason declined too and the waiter left. The moment he left we were approached by two unfamiliar men. Well unfamiliar to me but Hardy knew them. And he looked like he would rather jump from a cliff than talk to these men. Both of them looked like they just walked out of a fancy house from the 19th century and the tall one with glasses would look pretty cute if he didn’t have his squirrel tail mustache.The short one who wasn’t entirely short but compared to his friend will be considered short, is alright. His tie just looked like it had a wardrobe malfunction.

There are two men; one is older with a hint of several gray hairs, and the other is younger. Both of them are looking out into a clearing of the forest, their backs to me. The younger one is standing, his arms casually crossed over his chest. The older man is crouched down low, his clothing flowing on the ground. His arms are held out in front of him, and his fingers are splayed out. It takes me a moment to realize exactly what they are looking at. There is a mountain of people piled on top of a fighting, snarling wolf. They are biting the wolf, tearing into him with claws and teeth while the wolf howls continuously, attempting to fight against them.

He goes to grab me, and my beast jumps, kicking off his chest and flipping back away from him in front of my pack. I look at all the guys as my beast relaxes, giving me back my control. One has blood all over the front of his shirt from his nose, which is now healed. His hair hangs loose with curls down to his midsection. One has dirt and ash all over the front of his shirt. His hair is shorter all around but is slightly longer on top; it is neatly styled to be a little messy. The third has buzzed sides fading up to hair that is spiked up messily, but it suits him. The last one stands with a perfect pearly white smile, and I lock eyes with him. The sides of his hair are short, and the top is

He suddenly turned to me, and I snapped my gaze back to the hunters, avoiding his eyes. There were four men. Two of them with huge body sizes and the other two just the normal size. One of the huge guys was hairy, with a full beard, long black locs, and a weird mustache. The other was the complete opposite; he had a bald head and no beard, but he was covered in tattoos, and he had his right ear pierced. The first of the slim guys had short black hair, with a scar running from his eyes down to the top of his lips like a tear. His whole left arm was covered in tattoos of weird patterns, and his eyes were dark as if they brooded evil. The second of the slim guys was a bit different; he had a sh