Levi Ackerman Shirtless Novels & Stories

She knew that he was injured but dragged him along and he was forced to remain indifferent even though he was in pain. "D*mned Monique, you are really the bane of my existence." Levi took off his shirt. There was something sticky on it. When he washed it with seawater, streaks of blood flowed out. It was fortunate that he was not wearing a white shirt, otherwise, concealing his injury would be impossible even if he wanted to.

All he wore was black slacks with a cream knit collared shirt, but he looked like he belonged more on a runway than at my door. “Don’t you have a pack meeting that starts soon?” I asked him, shuffling my feet to get some of my nervous energy out. Levi cocked an eyebrow as he leaned against my doorway and crossed his strong arms across his chest. “Keep a close eye on my schedule, do you?” My cheeks burned at his teasing. “More like I try to keep up with what’s going on with the pack.”

If someone rings the bell or knocks I’ll fucking gut them! I throw open the door without even so much as a glance to first see who it is. A serial killer? Religious nut? In no way was I expecting to see Levi. He’s got his classic backwards hat, tonight it’s bright red with black trim. He’s got a black muscle shirt, showing off his sinfully delicious arms and of course, ripped blue jeans. Fucking hell did he step out of a music video? I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised to see a cloud of smoke following him.

Thanks to Blackie’s timely diversion, by the time Levi finished his business in the bathroom – the business which also included washing away the evidence by taking a shower – Noah had completely recovered from his mortifying embarrassment. Just in time for another dose of mortifying embarrassment. For Levi came out wearing only a small white towel around his family jewels. Glistening droplets of water slid down his well-defined collar bones to the smooth curves of his naked chest, giving his 8-pack a hard to resist glow. He took powerful strides with his long legs, glancing towards Noah through his half-closed eyelids, his languid manner perfectly portraying the debouched allure of a vampire

He came up to us, putting on his sunglasses, yelling as he spoke for us to hear him. Akim was as dazzling as he had ever been, and if my feelings had been the same as they were when I still detested Nikolai, I would have drooled over this man. He had not lost any of his luster and obviously looking hot in his suspenders. White long sleeves shirt with the top three buttons was undone. His disheveled hair swayed along with the harsh wind, totting up his rouged figure.

Even growing up in a werewolf community hadn’t lessened my discomfort with being nude in front of others. Clothes magically appear over my body, covering my exposed breasts and ass with shorts and a t-shirt. My eyes meet Levi’s naked back in gratitude as possessiveness rushes through me. How dare Levi be naked in front of these strange women who can clearly see even without having eyes in their sockets. In the blink of an eye his body becomes covered from his neck down to his ankles with a turtleneck sweater and a pair of sweatpants. Levi must have sensed my rising anger and remembered to cover himself as well.

It doesn’t really hurt, but it is uncomfortable and weird, especially knowing what they are doing and why I can feel it. Levi can clearly see the discomfort on my face, so he decides to do what he does best: talk. "Do you remember way back in the days, when you came in to shoot the show wearing that oversized t-shirt and pajama bottoms and your hair was up in a messy bun?" I smile and answer, "Unfortunately, but I am surprised you do. Not one of my better-dressed days, I had overslept… also way back, it’s not that long ago."

Did Elder Abbott already tell them about her? “ I don’t think anyone who can afford decent clothes will roam in their underwear with jeans far too small for them,” Kyle pointed at her pink bra that was obnoxiously sticking out given that she was no longer wearing Logan’s jacket. Levy felt a bit awkward though she was fine roaming around like this since it was better than wearing Logan’s jacket and hearing him whine like a little brat but now that she was here, she couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed.. did she really come to interview for a job in her undergarments? What in the world was wrong with her?

Nothing, and no one move. The women were staring at him with their eyes wide open, like they had never seen anything like him before. I know, he always looks magnificent. And the magnificent looking man had kissed... I quickly shook my head. No way I'm gonna think about that again! "Levi" The woman who had worn a red dress said, standing up to go meet him. She stood beside him, looking between he and the women who still haven't moved "Girls, this is Levi Ackerman, and Levi these are the girls" she introduced.

"We'll be there soon, but I thought we should talk a bit about our alibi first." His tone is harsh, but contains a slight hint of a joke. "Oh. That," I reply. I follow him and we begin to walk at a leisurely pace along the path that wound around the park. I couldn't help but bring my hands to my arms to rub them, as at this instant I feel like I might freeze to death. Levi notices and takes off his jacket in one fluid motion. Underneath the garment he wears an impeccable white shirt and a gray vest that matched his eyes. The defined musculature of his arms is easily drawn over both garments.