Alastor Shirtless Novels & Stories

I headed for the staircase. “Is that you, sweetie?” A thick, deep, familiar voice made me halt. Shortly, he stepped out of the kitchen with a towel, wiping his hands with it. He was shirtless; which should be a crime, considering how dangerously and deliciously buff he was. Abs so thick from endless gym visits. He was toned than most younger guys and to think he's 40! An albatross tattoo was on his left breast. I've only seen him shirtless a few times and every time, that tattoo left me intrigued.

Amelia barks at the caretakers. Two girls run past me. They look in my closet. They come back holding the big white shirt from last night. "What is this man's cloth?" Amelia shakes the shirt in my face. "I found it at the Mooncrest Artisan Guild," I say. I try to sound brave. If they find out about the stranger, the Lycan Bloodmoon Pack will hurt my mother, Elena Corvinus. I do not care about my bad father, but my mother is sweet. Amelia looks at the gold letter L on the neck of the shirt. It looks very rich. Her face turns red like fire. She jumps up and hits my cheek with her hand.

The castle was almost quiet as most of the people had retired to bed. Climbing up the stairs to the Alpha’s wing, I opened the door walking in right as he exited the bathroom. He was shirtless. He must not have been expecting me because he never walked out of the bathroom shirtless. Water droplets glistened on his body, slowly dropping down his chest. My mouth watered at the beautiful sight. My eyes slowly went down his chest, past his mate symbol to where the V-shaped line disappeared into the towel wrapped around his lower half.

I could feel the sunlight against my skin, but nothing compared to how Alistair looked under it. He wore a simple black shirt—slightly open at the chest, revealing faint lines of toned muscle. His black dress pants didn’t belong at the beach, but somehow they made him look even more striking. The sea breeze tousled his dark hair in that effortless way that made him impossibly hot and charming. Too good to look at. I tried to keep my eyes forward, but my gaze betrayed me more than once. When I looked up again, he was already watching me with a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

Still there was something about this strict version of him that seemed appealing to her. “Unzip your jacket,” Alastor told her, making her look at him doubtfully but still adhere to it. With the black jacket out of its way her breasts were bulging out of her thin loose tank top that she had worn without a bra. The view was magnificent and enticing enough that Alastor couldn’t help but pinch her nipples that had been straining against their restraints and greeting him. “Look at this,” he teased, “Someone is getting turned on by showing off their body to me.”

“You are so subtle.” “I know,” I offered him before his lips met mine. He tasted like sweat and honey. I pulled him closer to me, attempting to topple him into the tub with me. “You can just ask, you know.” Alastor stood back up leaving me to watch him. He gripped the back of his shirt with one hand and tore it off over his head. His muscles slightly rolled and flexed with every moment. His body was speckled with scars, which I found so sexy. He rolled down his shorts and underwear at the same time. His delicious colossal cock sprung free. His whole body shimmered in faint sweat, it made my mouth water.

“No! You wear it. What if it gets worse?” “I really am okay! Come on, put it back on.” Alastor is worried that July will get sick if she lends his jacket. Without an outer jacket, July wears only a plain T-shirt made of thin fabric with short sleeves. How could Alastor leave July like that and feel calm about borrowing her jacket.