Elijah Mikaelson Shirtless Novels & Stories

Though honestly, the comb might break on his skull… but since it was wooden, maybe his head would be the one to bleed. He grabbed the comb, but she didn’t let go. They tugged back and forth—him pulling, her resisting. “Let it go.” “No! Back away from me!” she said, eyes wide. “We’re going to sleep.” “Sleep?! Then why are you standing in front of me like you’re about to do something indecent?!” Elijah frowned—and then fully removed his shirt. She dropped the comb. And froze. She stared, completely stunned by his bare torso.

It was Jonah, a man Rylan barely recognized. If the shock of seeing Jonah merely stunned Rylan, the sight of him—shirtless, wearing only pajama pants, his toned stomach crisscrossed with fresh scratch marks—completely shattered his remaining composure. "Who the fuck are you? Why are you here? Where's Maeve?" Rylan's bloodshot eyes darted past Jonah, searching desperately. They landed, instead, on the heap of clothes piled on the floor—the crimson side-slit dress, the white lace slip, the sheer stockings, a man's shirt, a black tie, a belt…

And then— Every man in the booth stilled. One of them coughed awkwardly and stood as if someone far more important had just entered the room. I turned. And my stomach dropped. Elian. He still wore the same black dress shirt from earlier, sleeves rolled just enough to hint at the serpent ink curling along his forearm. The suit jacket he'd had before was gone, left in my room after he draped it over my shoulders at Velvet Knives, without asking. His tousled dark hair was slicked back now, neater than before, but his expression hadn’t softened.

The social studies classroom had now become the stage for their lack of self-control. Now, both of them on the classroom floor, locked eyes without even blinking until Melia let out a sigh and shook her head repeatedly while now gazing at the ceiling. She closed her eyes in denial and opened them again when she felt a weight on top of her - it was Elijah. He was shirtless, only wearing his jeans. Melia had her top on and just her underwear on the bottom. Elijah leaned his elbow on the floor next to Melia's head and used his other hand to brush some hair away from her face. Melia was still in denial.

Elijah admitted in a low whisper, lifting his eyes to meet hers. Shaking her head rapidly to get rid of the nervous feeling, Peach raised her eyes back up to his and mumbled, "So I should keep it on?" With a sheepish shake of his head, Elijah replied, "No," A smirk tugged at the corner of Peach's mouth, and he could tell what she was thinking by how she was eyeing him from top to bottom as she mumbled, "I like you shirtless." "Oh about bare?" Elijah seductively whispered, his eyes shining bright as he took another step toward her, making Peach take a walk backward before stopping.

Cautiously, she entered, only to find the bed empty; Elijah wasn't in the room. Startled, she wondered what was happening when she heard Elijah's slightly surprised voice behind her. "How did you get in?" Instinctively, Marcia turned around, and was met with a stunning sight... Elijah, usually impeccably dressed, was now half-naked and damp from a shower. Water dripped from his hair, tracing down his well-defined collarbone, over his muscular chest, and down to his perfectly sculpted abs, with just a towel wrapped casually around his waist, barely covering the essentials.

It would provoke thе kіnd оf rеасtіоn I wаntеd, so fоr that rеаѕоn alone, I was dеfіnіtеlу wearing іt. Elіjаh аrrіvеd shortly after, looking іmрессаblу drеѕѕеd іn a bluе and whіtе striped shirt tеаmеd wіth сrеаm trоuѕеrѕ аnd brасеѕ, tорреd оff wіth a bоwtіе. Hе was gоіng fоr thе preppy look tоnіght. Hіѕ ѕеxу smile lit uр hіѕ fасе whеn I аnѕwеrеd thе door, but it drорреd thе moment hе ѕаw mе.

Sarah exclaimed and she was out of the sleep completely as the shininess of her husband was too bright. Elijah just came out of the shower. He was just in a black jeans which were low enough to show his v-line perfectly. He wasn't wearing any shirt or anything. His toned abs were shining in the morning light that was coming from the window and those water drops which are yet to get dry were like some diamond studded on him. His hair was wet and as he was hovering over her, a few water dropped on her face, making her take in a sharp intake of breath.

“Bathroom’s over there. You can clean up.” Elias stepped inside, closed the door, and peeled off his stained shirt. He used warm water and soap to rinse the juice from the fabric as best he could, then wiped his chest where it had soaked through. When he came out shirtless, Jax was sitting on the edge of the bed. Jax’s eyes locked onto Elias’s bare torso, lean, toned muscle from years of skating, smooth skin still slightly damp. He swallowed hard, throat working visibly. Without thinking, he grabbed a pillow and placed it over his lap, trying to hide the obvious bulge forming in his pants.

There was a collective sigh from several men and women in the room as he stretched his arms over his head. Unsurprisingly, he wasn’t wearing a shirt, only a pair of pants which hung low on his waist. The scent of sunlight and sex clung to the hard muscles lining his body, oozing from every flawless pore. His lips, plump and framed by a deep cupid’s bow, tipped up at the corners. There was a thud somewhere nearby. I was pretty sure someone just fainted. “Elias, what do I owe the pleasure?” While Azrael’s voice held only playfulness, I could feel the tension within his chest. It spanned down his arms to his hands which were rubbing small circles along my inner thigh.