Kol Mikaelson Shirtless Novels & Stories

"You boys absolutely fucking love my massive titties, huh?" "Yeah... we absolutely do." said Max looking over at her hoodie covered chest. Mikayla of course noticed where his eyes were directed. "Hahahahaha! You little horn dog!" she said. "Gosh... tell you boys what. Let's make this an interesting car ride home too, shall we?" Mikayla unzipped her hoodie all the way and removed it completely before tossing over to Max. She then quickly reached over and clicked her seatbelt on with the shoulder harness running right between her naked tits. Max and Ben both clicked their seatbelts on, and they were on their way home.

That way no one would have to sleep in a wet spot. Malachi slowly unzipped my dress, it fell to the floor and I stood in my spanks, undies and a strapless bra. As I removed my spanks, I watched him undress. He removed his clothes quickly while trying to watch me undress. His creamy skin glowed in the dimly lit room. His skin flowed effortlessly over his well toned body. He had a hairless chest yet hair on his sculpted legs. Either he shaves his chest or none grows. He had a tattoo of a koi fish on the left side of his torso and a skull on his back. He also had a few random tribunal tattoos. There was a scar on his shoulder that looked like he had been in a bad accident.

“The only thing I’ll regret is if you decide to walk away right now without fulfilling that promise to me. So which will you choose, Alpha Raelin Michaelson?” A possessive look flashes in his teal eyes, instantly getting rid of his hesitation. He doesn't break our eye contact as one of his hands find the hem of my oversized shirt. The only piece of clothing I am wearing. I suck in a sharp inhale when his fingers brush against my thighs, caressing so slow and teasing as he inches up and up. The instant he reaches my pussy and finds it naked and wet, a low groan escapes his throat with the realization that I am not wearing anything beneath my shirt.

there were shirtless boys walking around everywhere. "Time to lose girls" Dylan's voice dripped from behind as he wrapped his arms around our shoulders. If he's playing nice I don't mind at all being nice to him. Vess took her clothes off only remaining in her bathing suit. She is in light pink, looking like a model while Dylan removed his T-shirt. His body was also that built but Nothing is in front of Cole's. Shutup. I hissed. Damn! My inner voice.

He wore his eyeglasses and moved back to his room. Mishka took out blue denim shorts and a sleeveless crop top for an evening beach party when she heard the shower start. She walked to the bathroom door, hoping he hadn’t locked it, and smirked when she found he actually hadn’t. She stepped inside, and her eyes spot him in the open shower cubicle, naked, standing under the showerhead, steam billowing around him. Her eyes lingered on the scar he had on his back. The curved scar didn’t make him look ugly, but in fact, sexier than before and her mouth went dry.

It’s odd to hear my boyfriend, who also happens to be a freaking Nephilim, panic at the thought that his foster dad will be mad at him for being late. I pull back, laying my hands over his pecs. “Are you sure?” Kell sifts his fingers through the tendrils of my hair and kisses my temple. “Yeah. Can I borrow a shirt, though? I kind of left mine in my car when I flew over here.” I scoff, amused. “Are you serious? You flew over here shirtless? Someone could have seen you.”

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.

I used to think he looked good whether it was casual or corporate attire, but I never thought of the possibility seeing with stark naked would give me nose bleeds. ' please don't wake me. I don't want to wake up.' I kept on chanting in my head. My body was completely immersed in water, but hell, I felt my in-between legs getting wetter; the warmth was building up. His actions were fluid and drew me in. His belt was already undone thanks to my naughty hand. He could have just pulled it down quickly; no, he didn't do that. He was Mikhail, after all, the tease king, as my eyes trailed down from that face that gave me a hundred reasons to be reckless to that perfectly toned body. It was no shock

He turned the shower faucet on and turned back to face me, the air steaming around him. Felix tugged his shirt off over his head. It was the first time I’d seen him shirtless since our first night together, and I–wow. I had forgotten just exactly how good he looked. He reached for my dress, tentatively untying the corseted back before letting it slip off my shoulders and pool on the floor. As the dress fell, it revealed my lacy panties Marie had thoughtfully slipped into my bag–and the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra.

Amelia barks at the caretakers. Two girls run past me. They look in my closet. They come back holding the big white shirt from last night. "What is this man's cloth?" Amelia shakes the shirt in my face. "I found it at the Mooncrest Artisan Guild," I say. I try to sound brave. If they find out about the stranger, the Lycan Bloodmoon Pack will hurt my mother, Elena Corvinus. I do not care about my bad father, but my mother is sweet. Amelia looks at the gold letter L on the neck of the shirt. It looks very rich. Her face turns red like fire. She jumps up and hits my cheek with her hand.