Kol Mikaelson Shirtless Novels & Stories

Broad. Bare. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. His suit jacket lay discarded on the floor. Amber’s hand rested against his chest as he turned slowly. Deliberately. The hallway went silent. Jason’s face came fully into view. Calm. Controlled. Dangerous. Miriam froze mid-accusation. “You—” Jason rose from the bed without haste. Shirtless. Unbothered. Amber stood beside him, composed. Jason bent, picked up his shirt, but instead of putting it on immediately, he let it hang over his shoulder.

Velvet Chains Chapter 4: The Meeting Kai stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at the stranger looking back at him. The outfit Damien had chosen was deceptively simple but devastatingly effective: a crisp white dress shirt tailored tight across his lean chest, black slacks that hugged his ass and thighs like a second skin, and a thin black leather collar hidden beneath the collar of the shirt. No underwear. Just the constant reminder of his bare cock and freshly shaved hole rubbing against expensive fabric.

He waited for her to wrap her hand around his but she walked past him. He chuckled lightly before holding his heart. Keisha, also known as Blood Moon, has always been like this to him, but he dared not care. Upon arriving at the venue, Keisha stood outside the car with her arms crossed, looking at the mansion. "Pardon me." She looked behind and saw a man towering over her wearing a black suit, and a red mask covering his eyes and nose with hideous colored pink hair. She furrowed her eyebrows and so did he.

As much as the thoughts caused a hollow depth in him, he felt the relief and the comfort that came with knowing your sanity will soon be yours. Mr Macklemore walked out a small door, from the looks of things would be a restroom. He had the sense of dressing that although looked good on him, felt more like the older days and not of a classic gentleman. He adjusted his tie, fixing it in the middle of his neck before pulling his jacket down its length. A sleeveless Jacket? You some kind of waiter? At least, his shoes are nice. He dipped himself into the seat directly in front of him. Without a word, he filled the two teacups, stretching the other to Andre.

Red from our kissing, still. My eyes travelled down to his broad throat down to his chest and over his muscles. His biceps was fully out as he was sleeping shirtless, as was his hard six pack and v-line. He was sleeping only in his underwear – I couldn't believe my eyes yesterday when he had taken off his clothes. "Do you mind?", he asked, unbuttoning his shirt. I froze as I threw back my blanket. "What – of course I am! Michael, I'm not ready for-"

Kelsey’s laugh filled the room an hour later after Mikel told her about her brother's offer. “Told ya. Classic Killian. Can never tell a lie like Abe and is too good to be true like Steve Rodgers. I love that big lug of a brother.” she said coming down from her laugh high. She was on the floor playing with the dogs while Mikel got dressed. Knowing the spins to be made she opted for denim Vans shoes to match the white cotton summer dress and light denim jacket. Kels already French braided her hair and chose her earrings. “He made me laugh so much in that little space of time. I’m thankful. I'm basically a stranger yet he put forth this honest offer,” Mikel said sincerely.

I said to Lautner and acted annoyed with him but it seems that my acting is not well delivered and it wasn't effective because Lautner just smirks and raised an eyebrow at me. "He's not insulting you, Ashton. But with that sleeveless shirt and trunks you're wearing, I think you'll be a little bit out of place in that event." Mason said and just like Lautner he is wearing ripped jeans with the waistband of his Calvin Klein briefs visible and his top were only covered with a leather jacket, it was unbuttoned which exposed his eight-pack abs.

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.

Maya and I glanced at each other before pushing back our heads and barking out a loud laughter from the back of my throat. Tristan and Josh made their way down the stairs and I smiled at Tris. Even with sleepy eyes, he looked sumptuous and absolutely handsome. Josh on the other hand was shirtless. His hair was messy, but it didn't tickle my fancy even for a little bit. He had on black shorts and his muscles flexed with every step he took.

Not knowing where to look, she stared down into her glass. “Wolves do not care about nakedness. Being naked is more natural than being in clothes. I was surprised to see Zion in clothes. He’s more comfortable in shorts or anything that leaves him exposed,” Helen said, explaining things to her. Maya felt her cheeks heat up. “I guess I’m still new to it all.” The collar of her shirt was starting to itch. In the corner she saw Jade was naked. Her arms were wrapped around Milo’s neck as he kissed his way up to her neck before claiming her lips. The two looked oblivious to everything around them.