Klaus Mikaelson Shirtless Novels & Stories

You can’t touch and kiss someone through a phone screen. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. Fuck, he’s hot. His dark brown hair was tousled, looking like he’d tried to tame it with his fingers, but he was sweaty, and it didn’t quite work. His broad shoulders and hairy chest are on full display, wearing only a pair of black basketball shorts. The shorts were hot and comical at the same time. They are comical because they are either Mikali or David’s. Therefore, they hang well past Logan’s knees, given his height difference from my guards.

It's obvious the kid was playing around. "Here, water," I said tossing each one of them a bottle. They instantly gulped mouthfuls before putting down the now empty bottle and wiping their sweat. The room was fully air-conditioned but moving around so much must have caused them to sweat a lot that they started stripping off their soaked shirts before I knew it. I really don't mind seeing half-naked guys, not as much as they wanted to show off. I think Clark's got the best build among the four of them, maybe because he often plays the bass without a shirt. He's tall and lean. Not much tattoos either.

"Clean off your body with sand. Call us back once you are dressed." "My shirt?" I asked as I held up the ensanguined shirt. For some reason, I felt the desert camouflage pattern was ruined. "He can go shirtless," Priya suggested quickly. Mona and Rachel nodded. 'Showered in pig's blood'...I didn't recall seeing that on a Cosmo sex quiz. I shuddered to think whose sexual survey would...oh, right, it was on the Satan's Sluts' To-do List.

With a playful laugh, she pushed him inside and closed the curtain behind him. Claus stood there, feeling a bit self-conscious, as he changed into the shirt Mia had picked out. It was a deep blue color with a subtle pattern, and it fit him perfectly. He couldn't deny that Mia had a good eye for fashion. As he stepped out of the dressing room, Mia's eyes lit up with approval. "Claus, you look amazing in that shirt!" Claus couldn't help but feel a hint of embarrassment at the compliment, but he appreciated Mia's gesture. "Thanks, Mia. It's a nice shirt."

an even voice comments as Miles steps up to the table. I groan internally. He looks hot. He is dressed in a v-neck, white t-shirt, his leather jacket over the top and dark pants. He has sunglasses pushed into his hair, even though it's nighttime. His muscles can be seen through his t-shirt and I suddenly wish he wasn't here while I was drunk because my mind is suddenly imagining me licking those rock-hard abs of his and now I'm questioning myself as a human being.

She didn't know what he intended to do, but she wanted more bare skin from him. He paused and pulled his T-shirt off. Under that was a dark vest made from Kevlar worn over a white undershirt. He winced as he ripped the Velcro straps free. Both vest and undershirt were shed quickly, giving her the first glimpse of a shirtless Evan. She sighed and smiled, pleased with the view. Miles of muscular planes sculpted his chest and stomach. He leaned over her and bumped her nose with his. "Happy?" She laid her palm against his chest. "Very. Now the pants."

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.

"It's our mess." It was comforting to believe that I had someone by my side. It was so difficult being strong all the time. I might hate Nikolas Sica but in this moment, he seemed more like a guardian angel. We stared at each other for a moment before I noticed Nikolas Sica was giving me a funny look. It was the same one I had caught him sending my way after my makeover. Now I wasn't an expert when it came to men but something about that stare made me cold. "What are you doing?" I demanded when he took a step forward.

I just hope Klaus does get infected with a cheating attitude when he wears the t-shirt "Gotcha!" I pull out a blue t-shirt and leave the bedroom. When I get to the kitchen I meet a very shirtless Klaus chopping onions. I pause for a while and secretly admire his perfect body build. Totally athletic. His biceps are something else. "Like what you see?" He asks with a naughty smirk. Shit! He caught me. He turns around and I blink hard when my eyes land on his well formed abs He's got fucking hot six packs Just how often does this guy visit the gym?

Without missing a move his hands moved to his belt, quickly unbuckling it, and bringing the zipper down. He reached the bathroom doorway, taking a moment to roll his pants down and kick them away only thing that was left was his boxers which he chucked off. He stood still taking in the sight of Zelina's ass through the shower door. He could see her was rinsing her hair. Then she reached for the soap, and with hungry eyes Klaus watched her run the soapy puff over her neck and down her breasts. His dick jumped as though saying, we need this, ‘You need to be inside of her’