Asher Angel Shirtless Novels & Stories

he said, trying to keep his mind off the feeding frenzy, "but I don't want to go through Vampire TSA again." Ashley's laughter was like music to his ears. He slid an arm across her shoulders as they found a more secluded area in which to enjoy their night together. Not for the first time since meeting her he thanked whatever god or goddess that existed for his girlfriend's hedonistic lifestyle. While most of the Vampires around were wearing clothes that were more suited to the time period in which they were born, Ashley was wearing nothing more than high heels, a black babydoll negligée and panties to match. The lingerie was cut just high enough to barely see the curvature of her thigh where

The shorts they are wearing are barely covering their butt. One of them steps forward, put her hands on Ashar's chest. My lips part. I place my glass back on the counter. Ashar looks surprised too, but doesn't protest. I can bet she is doing this for him to see her cleavage peeking out of her low neckline of her sleeveless top. Fury quickens the flow of my blood. It's getting hard for me to stay here and watch this silently.

The next morning, the lycans gradually filled the genesia arena, the scene of Skylar's execution. Asher resolved to save Skylar was preparing from his quarters when Ginger came to see him. He was dressed in an outfit that was both majestic and sinister. His white shirt was tied and buttoned all the way to the collar, beneath a black jacket embroidered with gold and adorned with gold buttons that felt heavy on his chest. His black pants were fitted and fell over black leather boots that reached his knees. The circumstances in which he presented himself to the people obliged him to dress in this way.

On that haunting note, Kasar vanished into the forest with the Inferno horses, melting into the tree line. In one swift movement, Azrael yanked his shirt off. Pinching my lips together to keep from actually drooling, I raked my eyes over his inked chest. When he reached down to remove his pants, I sputtered, “Um, why are you getting naked?” Cocking a brow, he dropped his pants and snorted when I spun around, my face flaming. Of course the bastard didn’t wear underwear. Clearly, fate hated my guts because the mere sight of him had my scent spiking. I could feel his presence as he approached, skimming his fingers over my shoulder, and earning a shudder in return.

Goddess I'm so soaked, the damp trail of my juices is now mid thigh, another wave threatening to rise. "Take off your top," he orders. "Now!" My tank top pools on the floor, nipples pebbled from the cool air and anticipation next is my shirts , then panties . Ashton eyes me like he's about to devour every inch of my soul. "You're so beautiful when you're unsure," he murmurs, reaching for a soft leather cuff. "But I want you to see what it's like to let go."

“Did you come for the pancakes too? And put on a shirt, will you!” I look up at Ashton, freezing when my eyes land on his shirtless body and the tattoos covering it. It isn’t my first time seeing him half-naked, but the golden glow from the sun makes him look like wolf Jesus. His dark hair almost seems to have a halo around it, matching the glow that comes from his muscular body. His crystal blue eyes meet mine, and a knowing smile tugs the corner of his mouth upwards - a clear reminder of the passionate night we spent together. I squirm in my chair, trying to suppress the blush that threatens to creep up on my face.

“Maybe you should go wish Asher good luck.” She nudged me toward the entrance of the locker rooms, half hidden now behind the bleachers. A tall figure leaned against the wall there, wearing boxing shorts. Barefoot and no shirt. Asher. I nodded at Aimee, and she headed up into the bleachers. Then I walked around behind them and approached Asher. Without a shirt, all of his delicious muscles were on full display. I could see every ridge of his pecs, and curve of his abs. His wide shoulders, his tapered waist.

My eyes flutter shut as I finally let my unfiltered thoughts take over me. A soft sigh escapes my mouth as I picture Asher taking off his shirt. Unbuttoning his classic white shirt at a tortuously slow pace. I squirm in my place as I think of his intent gaze almost boring holes into me as he struts towards me. I feel like a helpless prey that he can't wait to devour. I gnaw my bottom lip as I think of all the times I have seen him shirtless. The defined muscles of his shoulders, his toned chest, his massive biceps, and his taunting V-line making my imagination run wild.

They drove to Shelly's place after the late lunch. “Where exactly am I wearing this to?” Ashley asked the both of them, she was wearing a red strapless body con short gown, her hair tied in a messy bun with slight makeup on her face paired with slippers heels. “Well, it's still a secret till we get there” Shelly shrugged, she and Drea were all dressed up too. “This is showing a lot of skin and trust me Alan will be extremely furious if he sees me in this,” Ashley said, imagining Alan's look and shivering in fear at the thought of it.

At least I don’t look like a cheap whore, the dress is more on the elegant side with the sheer material and long sleeves. I hurry to do my makeup lightly, then head downstairs. Asher does a double take when he sees me, he holds my gaze for a while before looking away. “I’m ready,” I mumble, a little out of breath because of the stare in his eyes. ‘’I think I’m too dressy,’’ I say after. ‘’Why do you say that?’’ Asher raises a brow. I run my eyes over his casual look, a simple grey sweater with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, which exposes tattoos I never noticed before. Black jeans and black sneakers.