Will Poulter Shirtless Novels & Stories

I cried as I looked down at him in frustration. His brows furrowed as he lifted his head up towards me. “They’ve been here for awhile. They were just waiting for you to go inside.” He stated as he gently set me down onto the ground. I looked around him and furrowed my brows. The men had started to take out the box’s one by one and were setting them near there truck. “Why are they shirtless?” I asked as my cheeks got red. They had just all had shirts on, how did they have time to take them off. Plus it was not hot, so what were they doing.

“Jacob and Carl are laughing, and Lewis wonders if he has to bow to us.” Everly, Peter, Jack and two other warriors start laughing. “Oh, my goddess,” I whisper seeing him. Dred locks, broad shoulders and, oh shit, that shirt. Juliet- I know our mate is hotter and more refined, but that is a fine specimen of manhood. Me- Why is his shirt always open like that? Juliet- I bet it is because he knows it makes us hot. Me- We are mated and pregnant. Juliet- And that is why in the dead of winter we are wearing a crop top. Showing off your mark and your belly.

I’m not kidding. Then I zoomed in on another picture and paused. His shirt looked… wrong? Like, off. I looked up and— My brain short-circuited. He was shirtless. Standing there in front of everyone, abs glistening like they’d been painted on, tattoos crawling across his chest and arm — a massive bird spreading its wings like it could fly off his skin. I forgot to breathe. And then people started screaming. Phones came up, girls pushed forward, and I was right there with them.

I asked with sarcasm. "Why is it when we are alone you don't even protest?" I added. "That's the point. I will allow you to wear such clothes if I am the only viewer. I can even allow you to be naked in my eyes, but not when there are lots of predators who are just hanging around the corner, Savvy," he explained hardly. "Eh? That is so old days, Delton. We're living in a modern generation—" "And I don't care, Savvy. If I want you fully clothed, then you will," he stated with authority.

I think this damn shirt needs to go. I nodded in agreement. “That's my good girl,” he murmured and reached for the hem of my shirt to pull it over my head. He murmured his appreciation at my lace-clad breasts and went ahead to cup them and place a kiss on the cleavage. “You look better this way with no shirt on,” he said. “You’re not saying I should start walking around the pack and going about my daily business with no shirt on, right?” I whispered. “You can do anything you want, Malia. You can even walk around completely naked but that would mean that many of the men are going to lose their eyes because I’m going to gouge them out.”

I wonder what more I need to do to keep my mate under my grasp. To shut her up completely, I removed my inner shirt and I became shirtless. And indeed she was grinning as she devoured my body with her eyes. I saw her getting eager for something else. What could it be? I have removed my shirt, what else does she want? And that's when it dawned on me that I still had my pants on. Was she trying to make me into a pimp? But then I had no choice so I pushed down the pant and discarded them. I was left shirtless and pantless except for my inner shorts.

I felt someone's arms wrapping around my waist and removing the ladle off my hand. "You'll get burned, I will cook instead." Uno kissed my forehead and pushed me to the side gently. I just sat on one of the seats and watched his back muscles flexing as he cooked. He was topless, the only thing that he is wearing is probably his underwear and black sweatpants. I furrowed my brows. "Uno, why are you not wearing a shirt?" I asked. "Ah! I just thought that the conditioner on my shirt will also make you puke so I didn't bother." He laughed and didn't bother to glance at me.

Even Ethan had a bright smile on his face, but the thing was… They were all shirtless.

Francie: “ You look beautiful Cailet! You look like a princess! Soon after, Pierre was performing Belton and Cailet's wedding. Cailet wasn't wearing a wedding dress, but she had chosen the best dress she had. She was wearing a light green dress, with long sleeves, boots and gloves. Because it was very cold. Winter had already begun. Belton, was dressed in dark brown. Francie looking at Cailet and Belton and imagines herself getting married. She smiled and linked their hands. For a moment Igor looked at Kataleya and thought about her future. “ Finally, he put on a shirt! “ Francie said to Lordylla and Kilaila. Kilaila: “ Who? Zeuck? Hahaha, only today! Because it's a special occasion! Lordyll

"Not for public. I’m not walking around Amsterdam with a leash. And a permanent collar is a really big deal, but I want one for when we play. When you put it on me, it sets the boundary. It tells my nervous system the rules have changed." He looks me up and down. His gaze sweeps over my bare chest, his eyes dragging over the tattoos on my skin with slow, hungry focus, before dropping to my sleep pants. "Which brings me to my next point. You need leather pants." I stare at him. "I am not wearing leather pants, Oliver. They are sweaty and uncomfortable." "You absolutely are. You have the ass for it. And you have to be shirtless when we play.” A shiver passes over his body.