Kol Mikaelson Shirtless 소설 & 이야기

Mika looked like he wanted to kiss me but his sister and their friends hollered at him and he got up, giving me an apologetic smile, and jogged off in their direction. I was so busy watching how the men interacted like family, like pack, that I didn't see Michelle heading my way. She sat down next to me. Cornrows on full display, black shirt with cut off sleeves and the sides slit so I could see the gray tank top underneath, black basketball shorts, and ending in white and blue running shoes.

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.

His abs flex, inked muscles rippling under golden skin. I look away, gritting my teeth. "Seriously, King." "Like what you see, Mace?" he teases. My cheeks heat. I ignore him, yank open a drawer, and toss him a grey T-shirt. "Just cover up," I mutter. "Before she senses you're half-naked." He chuckles but slips the shirt on over his ripped torso. Then he ties his hair up with lazy efficiency, his dark eyes never leaving mine. And it only feeds the inferno slowly raging inside me.

Jonason was very 'sincere' in telling her that she didn't need to waste her time. Miley was so angry! Soon, Miley's small suitcase was delivered to them. Jonason helped her open it and found her makeup kit. He pushed the bathroom door open and went in. She had already taken off her bridesmaid dress and was only wearing the clothes underneath. Since it was winter, Miley was wearing a velvet tank top beneath her bridesmaid's dress. Since it's winter, she didn't expose too much skin. Yet, still managed to look extraordinarily s*xy.

Oh, why had she stopped? Felicia realized for the first time that she was really feeling it the alcohol, the thrill of the nudity. This was fine, she told herself. This was fun. Then it was Collins's turn. The blonde said nothing, just sighed and lifted up her sweater. Felicia couldn't help but notice the look of disappointment on Melvin's face when he realized the busty blonde was still wearing a plain white t-shirt. Finally, after yet another loss, Cedric stood, made a loud sigh, and lifted off his long sleeve shirt. His chest was broad, with little circles of hair around his nipples and a stripe from his belly button down to his... other parts. Felicia found herself appreciating his body

"Don't worry Kylie, and congratulations on your win." "Thank you." I beamed before hastily running to the shower. Twenty minutes later I stepped out of the shower and got dressed into a lace wide scoop neck shirt which hugged my body with three quarter length sleeves, a simple white cropped short sleeved blouse, a pair of smoky patterned harem pants which hid the cast and a pair of ankle boots. I waved my damp hair as I stepped into the main common room. I noticed that the Moroi boys were dressed in casual but more party like clothes and I could only guess that they'd gone shopping. I blinked in surprise at the outfits that the four of them wore. All four were wearing almost the same thing;

I quickly wipe out the threatening tears try to escape. "Reese , "he says my name in his deep raspy voice that makes me melt all the time. "Yes , "I reply looking at him with a smile on my face. He folds his arms tightly and his muscles bulge even though he is wearing a long sleeved shirt . Knox never likes to move around shirtless. He might be the only alpha I know who would prefer moving with a shirt no matter what weather or situation it is . This speaks a lot about him because we werewolves move around naked like it's a normal thing.

Quickly, he entered his closet with a big grin. When Malcolm alighted the stairs, he was shocked to see Michelle setting the table. When did she come downstairs without him knowing? Shifting his aura back to the strict CEO-with-the-icy-aura mode, he unbuttoned his black jacket revealing the blue shirt he had worn inside to her, his eyes roaming around her. He didn’t want to miss a reaction when she sees that he wore the shirt she had bought him. He walked to the dining and took his seat coughing lightly as she disappeared into the kitchen. Michael who came in opened his mouth in shock. Did he boss wear something other than a white or black shirt! “G…Good morning boss.” He greeted.

Soon, her hands had disappeared under his cloth and she was touching his bare chest and he groaned into her mouth. He lifted her and placed her on the island, kissing her deeper. He took off his shirt so that she could have easy access to his body and he was about to take her shirt off when they heard a loud cough, causing them to jerk apart from each other. They both whipped their heads to see where the sound was coming from. " Uhm... we'll wait for you in the living room." Mike said turning to leave quickly, followed by a woman who was wearing a smirk on her face.

Grant. Wearing nothing but compression shorts and a cocky-ass grin. Shirtless. Chest gleaming with sweat. Arms flexed. Hair damp and messy. He looked like a fucking ad. Like someone dropped a Calvin Klein model in the middle of our locker room. “What the hell do you want?” Malik snapped, stepping in front of me. “I came to say hi,” Mason said casually. “Didn’t get to catch up after the game.” “We’re not in the mood,” Liam growled.