Thomas Brodie Sangster Shirtless Novels & Stories

I called, hurrying down the stairs. Everyone turned. Stella’s eyes widened when she saw me. She rushed forward and pulled me into a tight hug. “Grace! Oh my God, are you okay? What did he do to you? Why the hell are you wearing a man’s shirt?!” I hugged her back, ashamed. The shirt smelled like Adrian. It felt like a brand. Before I could answer, Adrian’s deep voice cut through the room like a blade. He descended the stairs slowly, now wearing fresh black sweatpants but no shirt, his powerful torso and tattoos on full display.

“All I have is your word, and most of the time, you seem mad at me when I can’t do anything about who I am.” “Let me call Aiden so one of us can help, in case you freak out.” “Will he shift in his clothes or will he take it all off?” Grayson looked as the pink color tinged her cheeks. “I don’t need him. I’ll do it myself.” He said a little too abruptly, disliking the fact that she would enjoy seeing another man naked. Brianna stood in the corner pretending to be afraid as Grayson stood and stripped his shirt off.

He doesn’t need the ego boost, and honestly, I put him in the brother category in my brain. But right now, looking at Jonny Weaver shirtless, I’m speechless. My throat is the Sahara desert, my heart is beating like I ran ten kilometers, and let’s not talk about what’s going on downstairs and leave it that Jonny Weaver shirtless is a turn-on. This is wrong on many levels. First and foremost, I have a mate somewhere in Bloodmoon. ‘Get your head out of your ass and take a deep breath.’ Sara instructed.

“No way, it's impossible.” Lord Vedastus looked beyond the screen, and a person walked out from behind. Yes, it was Thomas, who was supposed to be dead! He was alive. Lord Vedastus was dumbfounded. “Are you a demon? Why won’t you die?” Thomas said, “Because I shouldn’t die. I invited these professional actors to act for you. Everything was an act, including the doctor’s appointment, news report, funeral car passing by the streets, and crying people. But there was no rehearsal for the big scene, and they performed everything on the spot. This used up a lot of my money.”

It is as if we are putting on a show for each other. Thomas ups the ante by unbuttoning his pants and slowly pulling them down his legs leaving him only in his boxer briefs. My eyes automatically follow them down to his ever-growing bulge that is trying but failing to hide in his underwear. I raise an eyebrow and slowly slip off my slip leaving me in only my bra and briefs. I slide one finger into the strap of my bra and ever so slowly lower the strap. I then repeat the action for the next side never taking my eyes away from him.

Like he already knew Noah wouldn’t leave. Because he wouldn't. They both knew Noah was always going to stay. His heart slammed against his ribs as Sterling reached for the hem of his shirt. Noah braced himself for some long-winded, sappy apology. But instead, Sterling undressed. One smooth pull, and the shirt came off. The fabric slid over muscles that flexed and rippled in the low light. His chest was broad, smooth, dusted with dark hair that trailed between the sharp lines of his abdomen. His arms, thick with strength, veins snaking beneath the skin, moved with quiet confidence as he dropped the shirt to the floor without ceremony.

Now that my mind is clearing, I have to make sure I survive long enough to warn my family of what’s coming. If I have to die to protect them, then I will without hesitation. But not until they’re aware of what this idiot is planning. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” Thomas groans while tearing open my shirt. He has never given me underwear, so I’m always bare beneath the short skirts and flimsy tops he gives me to wear. He likes easy access, so he told me. I cry out in pain when he bites down on my nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

"Do you want to see?" Liv sucked in a breath before a shy smile tugged at her own lips. She nodded. Brodi stood and whipped off his mossy green henley exposing his superhero-sized chest with a large howling wolf's head covering his right pec and shoulder. When his fingers undid the button of his jeans, Liv threw a hand over her eyes. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Why are you going all Magic Mike on me?" Brodi stopped and cocked his head inquiringly at her. "Who is this Magic Mike?"