Elijah Mikaelson Shirtless Novels & Stories

He pulled his hand up to my shirt and slowly unlocked the buttons. "What da?" Without any heads up, he forcefully dragged my shirt away. He stared at my pointed boob's, I wasn't wearing anything since it was night, I never wear anything while sleeping. "Stop staring," I tried to grab the bedsheets to cover up but he yanked it from me and flew it to the ground. "Don't do that, you look beautiful," he whispered his words to me. I smiled and shyly covered my face with both my hands, Elijah googled a little and walked his hands to my waist.

Elijah started the engine, his eyes fixed firmly on the road ahead. “Don’t look,” I warned him as I pulled off my blazer. “I won’t.” Working quickly, I unbuttoned my stained blouse, my movements hurried and awkward in the small space. The air inside the car felt stiflingly warm, and I tried not to think about the fact that Elijah was sitting mere inches away from my shirtless body. As I shrugged out of the shirt, my lacy pink bra came into view, the delicate material doing little to hide the flush spreading across my skin.

I decided to get out of my clothes and take a long, hot shower. The bath was so amazing. When I got out I felt like a brand new person. I changed into my pajamas, which was a simple tank top and shorts and was about to climb into that massive bed when there was a knock on my door. "What?" I called out. "We need to talk. Are you decent?” I groaned and pulled open the door. Elijah stood there, still in his dress shirt though he'd ditched the tie entirely. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone now, and I could see the sexy column of his throat.

Turns out, being with these vampires and fae made me feel more normal than being at my job. ~~ “Maybe I should apologize to Ali,” I said to Elijah as we got ready for bed. Nolani loaned me a few of her clothes, but I still chose to wear Elijah’s shirt over Nolani’s silk pajama shorts. “That would be nice.” Elijah disappeared through the bathroom and emerged a little later in his plain white tee and black pajama bottoms. His clothes hug his muscles in all the right places. Dark curls still wet from the shower framed his gorgeous face. My eyes roamed over the sharp features of his face, jaw, and cheekbones, settling on his full lips that I longed to kiss, and then his steely eyes staring back

Igni had not seen him yet, the reason why she was still yelling in my face. Elijah looked really handsome in the black shirt and black trousers he wore. The first two buttons of his shirt were opened and they made him look sexy as hell, and his slicked-back hair was almost making me wet. I licked my lips and looked away when he smirked at me. I looked at Igni. I was sure if she had seen him, she would have acted all submissive. The pretentious bitch. Thank Goodness she had her back turned to him, so she could display without thinking. I cackled a little at the thought but that seemed to have ticked her off.

“I do not think noon is very early.” “You know what I mean.” He groaned, reaching up to massage his pec. “Ugh, before we figure any of that out, you are gonna have to do something about this. Or else I am going to be walking around with a suspiciously stained shirt.” I was already shifting down before he had completely finished his sentence. “You know I have got that covered.” Elias tangled his fingers in my hair. “For me, Lucas. Be a good boy and empty my chest, but I have not even gotten a chance to shower, so I do not want any funny business.”

“There is just something about a shirtless man.” The men didn’t seem to notice us seeing as we were watching them from above and they were focused on the man in front of them. My mate was also shirtless and for a moment, every rational thought flew out of my head. Elias was built different. His skin was taut with muscle and shone under the sun. His back and arms were littered with scars that only seemed to add to his appeal. His voice was clear and firm as he barked out instructions to the guards.

Isobelle Lucas gripped the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head using one hand. The way his muscles flexed and rolled screamed raw sex. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His nipple piercings glinted in the light, drawing my eyes to them. Grayson crossed his arms, grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, and peeled it up over his head. He flashed a grin as he swung the garment around above him, then sent it flying across the room. Mason took off his shirt slowly, his tattoos dancing with every fluid movement. Alex unbuttoned his cuffs first, then began unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time. It was a slow, tantalizing wait, but the show was well worth it.

“Why don’t we satisfy each other whenever we both want to?” A smile tugged at my lips. “Like what? A friends-with-benefits kind of thing?” His mouth curved into a smirk. “Not bad.” The ridiculousness of calling whatever this was siblings with benefits almost made me laugh. But then Elijah pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor. Whatever smart response I’d been about to give him disappeared. My gaze dropped to his chest. Fuck. I’d seen him shirtless hundreds of times. It had never felt like this.

He was shirtless, his broad chest and toned abs on full display, his tanned skin glistening slightly from the ocean air. Eloise froze. Just for a second. Maybe two. Then his voice cut through the silence. “What are you doing out here?” She blinked, shaking off whatever ridiculous thoughts had just invaded her mind. “I should be asking you the same,” she shot back, crossing her arms over her chest. Her gaze flickered just briefly over his torso before she quickly looked away. “Aren’t you cold? Not… not putting a shirt on?” Dino smirked. “What? Now you’re worried?”