Kol Mikaelson Shirtless Novels & Stories

I think this damn shirt needs to go. I nodded in agreement. “That's my good girl,” he murmured and reached for the hem of my shirt to pull it over my head. He murmured his appreciation at my lace-clad breasts and went ahead to cup them and place a kiss on the cleavage. “You look better this way with no shirt on,” he said. “You’re not saying I should start walking around the pack and going about my daily business with no shirt on, right?” I whispered. “You can do anything you want, Malia. You can even walk around completely naked but that would mean that many of the men are going to lose their eyes because I’m going to gouge them out.”

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.

he murmured as Bash slides the glass door that led to where he was seated. "Hey cutie, "he greeted with a charming smile, he was wearing a long-sleeve buttonless shirt that exposed his well-chiseled abs and a pair of white shorts. The way he positioned that is, with his legs crossed and one of his hands holding a glass of mojito, he looked like he was on set ready for a shot.

" smiled and walked to his place on cloud nine. Saturday, was rainy and cooler than the normal, as if it knew what was in store for this evening. Mackayla was a bit edgy having not slept well last night no bad dreams to blame. She showered and patched her tattoos she was nervous about tonight. She had a feeling letting the tattoos show would probably not be good they were restless sensing her mood.She met Blake at their assigned spot he was leaning against the hood of the jag. He did a bit of a double take at Mackayla's attire and attitude that radiated from her. She had chosen to wear a strapless, purple dress that was cut down the middle to her navel, but it had a strip that connected the

I stride in, calculating each step just in case he's as pissed as Michelle was. “Camilla.” I jump when he says my name because I can't see him. A second later he comes into frame. I suck in a breath trying not to stare at him, he is shirtless, wearing a pair of charcoal grey pajama pants. I try not to gawk at him but I find myself watching his upper body, my gaze trails on his tattoos, so flawlessly inked on his ever glowing skin. The mark of the pack sitting right above his bicep.

She keeps on calling out to Kaelan but he remained unanswered. “Mikael, please. You are not in your right mind. I order you to leave, now! You can’t be here.” He grinned and slowly taking of his clothes, leaving him bare from waist up. His lean muscles soaked with sweat glisten and it adds more to Eve’s fear. Eve whimpered and keep on calling for Kaelan but still, he didn’t slam into the room.

His large, muscular, tattooed, covered chest and washboard abs were way too distracting. Maverick looked down and raised an eyebrow. “I don't think going shirtless is the proper attire for a dinner date!” Azalea stated as she placed her hand on her hip. “A dinner date?” “yep!” “Did I… miss the invitation?” “Nope! You just received it!” Azalea said, folding her arms over her chest and giving the Alpha a firm look that said he better comply. Maverick didn't know whether to laugh or run. He chose neither and turned, opened the top left drawer of his dresser, and pulled out a white T-shirt before pulling it over his head.

And there he was. Mike. Standing in the doorway, shirtless again with all his muscles carved like someone had Photoshopped him into real life. His body was sun-kissed, golden even in the shade of the entrance. Broad shoulders. His arms crossed like he'd been waiting. Abs. The kind of abs you don't forget. He didn't even flinch.

I had to play the shocked sister, the clueless outsider. Behind me, I heard quiet movement inside the tent. Cassiel stepped out a moment later. He was shirtless, his skin glistening faintly in the dim light, and he wore only his black pants. They were still unbuttoned from the night before, hanging low on his hips. He didn’t bother putting on shoes, probably too focused on the alarm he could hear in my voice. He stopped beside me and raised an eyebrow in silent question. Without looking at him, I pressed the speaker button. Then, with a subtle move of my thumb, I hit record.

"We are on a tropical island—I thought a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of shorts would suit me." I shake my head at him, covering my twitching lips with my hand. "Please, lose the shirt—blue doesn't fit you, neither do the bright flowers on it." "Lose the shirt, huh?" "Yeah," I look up at him, craning my neck. "Pick something—"I trail off, blinking when I notice the shirt is gone, and... Azrael's ripped torso is on full display, naked to the eye, literally. My heart is pounding. I knew Azrael was good-looking, but my entire body is tense from seeing his muscular body under the sun.