Alastor Shirtless Novels & Stories

A peal of masculine laughter erupted from behind her and when Daniel came forward, Alissa lost her breath. Nude and half-nude are two different things. Both have their own unique qualities based on the situation itself. Here was Daniel, only in his fitting Calvin Klein fitting g black boxers with no shirt on whatsoever that made him the first man to ever melt her eyes being dressed and undressed. That very boxer accentuates his huge thigh. The shirt which she had given him is now hanging on his shoulder. As he advance forward, Daniel casually put on the oversize grey shirt with a plain U shape neckline front and the company name behind in white.

Because even with the distance between us, my gaze kept drifting back to the perfect ridges of his abs, the broad expanse of his chest, and the way the silver moonlight caught the muscles of his shoulders. I hurriedly looked away, my face burning with embarrassment. "Would you... would you please put on a shirt?" I muttered. Alistair paused, his smirk widening. "Why? Is my body distracting you, sweetheart?" "Yes—I mean, no! It's just... unprofessional," I stumbled over my words, hating how easily he could fluster me. "Unprofessional," he repeated, clearly amused. He turned, walking deeper into the room, then picked up a dark silk shirt from the back of a chair and casually slipped it over hi

****************************************** CASSANDRA POV Walking into Alessandro's room, I slipped on a plain black t-shirt, which looked huge on my tiny body, and a pair of his black boxers. I didn't really have any comfortable clothes, and I slept almost naked anyway, so I had no pajamas. However, I'm sure Alessandro doesn't mind if I borrow his clothes for a while. Heading downstairs, I was met with Alessandro, who was now shirtless, wearing a pair of grey sweats. Holy fucking shit!" Is that really necessary?" I lifted both my brows, staring at his naked tattooed chest. "I want to be comfortable, so It is necessary, he grinned, gesturing his hand to sit beside him, and I did exactly that.

Her mind was all over the place which was unlike her, she sighed and decided to go with the flow till she got a grip on herself. " .....do about it." Ashley caught the end of Jake's statement as she entered the kitchen. Two pairs of eyes the bed to her at the same time which made her take a step back spontaneously. " What do you think you're doing out of your wheelchair?" Jake dropped the bottle of water that was suspended in mid-air and came around the island giving her a full view of what he was wearing. He was putting on faded jeans that left her mouth dry with the way it left nothing to imagination coupled with a tank top that showed off his muscles. That would be the second time that da

Alliyah Agustin-Astley Alexander was lying when he said that most of the people at the beach would be looking at me. In reality, everyone did look—but not at me. All eyes were on him. He was topless, wearing white beach shorts as if he had done it on purpose just to match my outfit. A silver necklace hung loosely against his chest, catching the sunlight every time he moved. His hand was firmly wrapped around mine, grounding me as we walked across the sand together. Everywhere we went, heads turned.

But everything happened so fast after that. My body emitted a light, and it came from my stomach. The white mist enveloped me as his hand halted precisely at my chest. I felt his claws pierce my skin, but he didn’t go further, as if he were frozen or he had chosen not to go through with it. “No!” he hissed. Alastor’s black eyes widened as he threw his body back and landed on his ass. I still couldn’t move, but I could see him inching backward, his claws gripping the earth, and his expression was far from surprised — he was terrified.

Even with me underneath him, who couldn’t even hold my racy breath, and expecting to see what he was going to do. He grabbed my slim body that was felt under the thin shirt and a hot sigh came out. Alistair bit the tip of his glove with his teeth and threw it away. The way he did it was so fucking sexy, even better than all those male models that I worked with. Before I knew it, he threw the unfastened shirt, too. He then hugged me and exhaled quietly. Since the weather was quite chilly here, a white breath filled the air around us completely.

As I begin to examine them, I hear the door creak shut behind me. When I turn back, I find Alpha Aleksandr unbuttoning his shirt, the veins on his muscular hands flexing as he undoes the last button. His eyes lock onto mine as he slips the shirt off, revealing his chiseled torso. His broad shoulders and chest, defined abs, powerful upper arms, and slightly hairy forearms create a striking image, with the prominent V-line catching my eye, as it always does. My throat feels dry as Alpha Aleksandr continues to undress.

He whispered, talking about the dress I was wearing. I twisted my arm to reach the back zipper, pulling it down to get rid of the dress. Alastair didn't wait a second before he pulled the dress away completely, leaving me in my panties only as I haven't worn a bra today. "You are gorgeous, every inch of your body is like a miracle for me. I can fuck you every day and still, I would be horny for you," He continued to throw his dirty words at me, I was aroused to the point I can feel my panties were soaking wet.

I was looking at Alpha Damon shirtless. The first view I woke up to in the morning was that of a shirtless Alpha. His chest was massive and broad and his muscles bulged before my eyes. The view before my eyes was mouth watering. He was not too muscular and he was not too skinny. He was the perfect build that any girl could imagine. I could come to love this man if he was not such a beast. I did not realise it but I must have stared too long because his sinister smile came again, this time even more thwarted.