Kol Mikaelson Shirtless Novels & Stories

She threw on her oversized Metallica shirt; just in cass any neighbors (god forbid her parents) could see her walking around the house in nothing but a shelf bra covering absolutely zero of her body. "Go do your business, I'll be back in a bit." Michelle knew leaving him outside for a little bit wouldn't matter. He couldn't go anywhere, it was a nice cool early-summer night, and he enjoyed being outdoors. Just to get him out of the way until she was finished. Michelle raced back upstairs to the bedroom, trying to move quickly before the horniness escaped from her. She got back and clambered into bed, pulling her shirt up to her chest to free up access to her twat.

Michelle noticed his strong jawline, his broad shoulders, and his well-defined torso since he was not wearing a shirt. Alpha Lance and the rest of his pack don’t bother wearing shirts and spent most of the time in just loose-fitting pants or a sheet wrapped around them because they shifted often. Alpha Lance dropped the sheet that was wrapped around his waist, his manhood already fully erected by the sight of Michelle’s full breast and hourglass figure, her nipples erect from the cold water. ‘Is she still a virgin?’ Alpha Lance asked Angakok through a mind link knowing he will be able to see.

Killian smiled at me before licking the drop of maple syrup off his finger. I exhaled slowly, trying to regain my composure. It didn't work. “Could you please wear a shirt?” Mischief danced on his lips. “I don't want to. I feel comfortable without it.” Another wave of heat rushed through me. “What if I'm not comfortable with you without a shirt?” He leaned closer. "Somehow, I don't believe it bothers you. I certainly wouldn't mind if you decided to walk shirtless around the house.” A daring part of me awakened. “What if I decided to go shirtless to work?”

I’m not kidding. Then I zoomed in on another picture and paused. His shirt looked… wrong? Like, off. I looked up and— My brain short-circuited. He was shirtless. Standing there in front of everyone, abs glistening like they’d been painted on, tattoos crawling across his chest and arm — a massive bird spreading its wings like it could fly off his skin. I forgot to breathe. And then people started screaming. Phones came up, girls pushed forward, and I was right there with them.

I said, stepping closer to the opening, the tension between us rising. “Knowing Kenna, she's on her way now to pick us up!!” Jane shouted, signalling for Damon to leave. “Looks like time is up. See ya professor.” I said and I turned around, taking my shirt off and showing off my entire bare back. I tossed the shirt aside casually. “Tris. Come back here now. You're going to regret this.” Damon said in a demanding tone. I quickly walked upstairs in his boxer shorts with a grin. I showered in super speed, dressed myself in a pair of black tight jeans, my biker boots and my favourite yellow crop top, adding some colour to my outfit. I lost my necklace during the fight with Alex and I was missing

I mentioned. As I was saying that I turned around and saw David begin to take his shirt off and Mike was slowly taking off his shoes and socks . “Thats ok haha we don’t own any either “ Mike said as he started to take off him shorts . Mike wasn’t wearing any underwear as I saw his enormous penis pop out.

“Actually,” she said, turning toward him. “Would you mind grabbing me a t-shirt to wear? I’m dying to get out of this dress and obviously I didn’t bring anything else.” “Fine. I’ll be right back.” He left the room and walked the short distance down the hallway toward Michael’s room. The door was still open, so he strolled inside and found Michael sitting on the edge of his bed. “I need to steal one of your shirts.” Michael raised an eyebrow as he unzipped the jacket of the tracksuit. “Are you telling me you don’t enjoy the freedom of sleeping naked?”

He slammed the door behind him. —--------------------------------- Mia’s POV I jumped at the sound of the door slamming. Axel—or rather, Keziah—was standing right there. He tilted his head, studying me. My gaze dropped nervously to his clothes: a fitted black button-up shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, grey flannel trousers, and a dark wristwatch glinting under the light. But it wasn’t his outfit that froze me. It was the tattoo inked across his chest, just visible where his shirt gaped. A wolf with burning red eyes.

Why in the Moon Goddess's hell was he shirtless? I jolted into a sitting position, never mind the violent spinning, to find myself wearing only my underwear and an oversized shirt—Kael's shirt. I jumped to conclusions faster than a gull catching a crab. Did Kael and I have sex? I refused to let my mind make any assumptions.

The bones cracked and reshaped, the fur receding into smooth, bronzed skin until a tall, powerfully built man stood in his place. Klaus Mikaelson stood over six feet tall, his rugged frame covered in the hard-won muscle of a survivor. Deep silver scars laced across his chest and arms, telling stories of a hundred battles won in the dark. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, and his sharp jawline was set in a firm, silent expression. He wore only a pair of dark, rugged trousers, completely indifferent to the freezing temperature. He looked down at her, his golden eyes scanning her from head to toe, lingering on her bare, bleeding feet and the torn fabric of her dress. A dangerous, le