Onyx Shirt Novels & Stories

“Do you even have a preference?” "Everything is beautiful when it's that small." She put it in the basket anyway and moved to the next rack, and I followed her through the aisles with my hand on my stomach. "Boy clothes," Oryn said, stopping at a section of blues and greys and tiny button-up shirts. "Just in case your feeling is right." "It's not a feeling," I said. "It's just—I don't know." "A feeling," she said, and held up a onesie with a small embroidered truck on it. "This one?"

Knox comes into the room, surprising me when I see that he is in a tuxedo, "Are you coming to the party as well?" "Of course," his eyes sweep me up and down before he comes to stand behind me, "You don't think Jory and I would allow Merrick to take you to such a party without all of your Masters, do you?" He grins and then takes my hands and holds them out to my sides, so he can better look at me, "Damn, Merrick outdid himself with this dress; it even matches your eyes, Baby." The lust in Knox's eyes as he stares at me through the mirror causes tingles down below, and I blush. The dress is an iridescent color of blue and purple, just like my eye color, and he's correct in saying that Merrick

And as much as Knox didn't want to admit it he enjoyed being in the middle of the chaos tonight. When I came out of the bathroom Knox was in the middle of taking his shirt off. Every time I saw him shirtless I felt like a teenager seeing a hot guy shirtless for the first time. He was slightly turned away from me so I was getting the perfect view of both his back and front. The way he pulled off the rest of his shirt made the muscles in his back contact and the sight of it. The only word that came to mind was drool worthy.

Curiously, she turned toward the source and held her breath at the sight. Onyx entered the ballroom wearing a black suit crafted particularly for him, emphasising the ferocity of his build. His strong shoulders were accentuated, as were his muscular arms, which flexed as he ran a hand over his hair. His gorgeous hair was sought to be slicked back, but some strands fell over his eyes. She finally got to glimpse the chiselled face she'd been wanting to behold. He was just stunning. Her body felt this heedless yearning full force after barely a day of his absence.

“Never claimed to be anything but. Now, climb into that cubby hole and be quiet. I have a thing to do today that needs my full concentration.” My own voice sounds crazed, hinting at the mentally disturbed being using it. But I remain quiet, keeping my thoughts nonexistent as I watch Onyx get me ready. A quick shower, a shave and some products in my hair. Slicking it back with a twirl of his fingers. He smirks in the mirror, and I’m sure it’s to me. Then he dresses in black trousers, a black shirt and some combat boots. I know what this means. We are going to take more children.

See the assembled witnesses who would watch her bind herself to a stranger. And at the altar, waiting with military stillness, was Orion. He wore formal Camelot armor—black plate chased with gold, the lion emblazoned across his chest. His dark hair was pulled back, emphasizing the sharp angles of his face. He looked every inch the warrior prince, powerful and dangerous and completely untouchable. Their eyes met across the distance. His gaze traveled over her—the golden gown, the arranged hair, the careful cosmetics—and something flickered in his expression. Surprise, maybe. She can't remember the last time she wore a gown.

"I know. But this would have been avoided if I had dressed properly. You should learn how to cover your shame in public and since I am your shame, you should have done the right thing by making me dress properly." Onyx sighs and turns to look at the people at the other side. One of them raises their drink to him in greetings and he nods in reply. "Well, the mistake has been made. Learn to shut the hell up," Onyx then pulls me to the corner where no one is. We're standing behind a column. "Stay here. I don't want anyone seeing you and I'm sure you don't want that, too. You wouldn't be too happy with people talking about how poorly dressed you were, would you?"

Instead, his gaze dropped to me. I followed it. And then I realized. My dress. The thin fabric clung to my skin completely, soaked and translucent in the growing light. I could see the outline of my breast and my perked nipples. Heat flooded my face instantly. Could this evening get any worse. Without a word, Knox reached behind a tree and brought out a shirt. He thrust it toward me. “Put this on.” I stared at it. “Why?” His expression hardened. “Your dress is see-through.”

I cover my mouth as I chuckle. “You got that right. She would eat them all without a care,” I snort. “She loves me, but not that much.” I take another bite and he looks away, seemingly nervous, as he clears his throat. “Tilly…I’ve been thinking.” Onyx says, rubbing the back of his neck. I can feel the anxiousness in him and I furrow my brows, placing my food down and watching him closely. “About what…?” I ask. “This pack.”

The perfectly thick and long neck meeting ended at a voluminous and symmetrical chest with a perfect shape of muscles, forming a straight line in the middle, which ended at the ripped eight-pack abs. With every step, the V-line moved in a way that made me feel a tightness in my core. Aurora was still on guard, but she was also checking out our mate. The most astonishing part was his shaft. Huge, thick, and glorious….. I wonder if that thing fits inside me???? He smirked arrogantly but my eyes started dropping. “Calm down now, my love. You are safe and you need to shift back now.” Onyx requested her calmly, raising his hand cautiously towards her head.