Vampire Diaries Damon Clothes Novels & Stories

Chapter 6 - Delirium Damon "You sure you can handle all attention on me tonight?" I teased Lir as I took one last look in the mirror. I wore a black jacket with golden swirl embellishments on it. The tail of the jacket reached the back of my thighs. I left it open, revealing my tucked-in white shirt, tie, and black breeches. I also wore black dress shoes. Lir scoffed in response.

The shift energy was still glowing at my fingertips. I felt like I could break the trees with my bare hands. A branch fell beside me. I turned around, my wolf claws already pushed out. Damon was at the other end of the woods. He wore only loose pants. His chest was bare, and his muscles were tight. His eyes glowed in the dark as they moved over my naked body. “You should not be here,” he said, his voice low and rough at first as he stared at me. But he did not order me back. Instead he stepped closer. His scent filled my nose. It was war smelling the mate bond.

"Damon, you can't go like this! You'll scare Sage Rivers!" Only then did Damon realize his disheveled state. He looked down at his wine-stained clothes and frowned. "You're right. I can't see her like this." He rushed into the nearby cleaning room, quickly washing off the alcohol smell and some of the blood with ice water, and had the accompanying healer simply treat the worst wounds on his back. He changed into clean, dark-patterned leather armor that represented his status. The warriors looked at him and couldn't help asking, "Alpha, are you going to declare war or propose marriage?"

He had seen everything, and he hadn't looked away once. Damien was leaning against the kitchen island, looking like a Greek god who had decided to try on human clothes. He had traded his stiff suits for a charcoal-grey cashmere sweater, which went over his black long sleeve top, that clung to the hard lines of his chest and shoulders. He wore dark jeans and leather boots. His hair wasn't perfectly gelled back for once; a few stray dark strands fell over his forehead, making him look devastatingly handsome. I took a quick shower, my mind still reeling from the way he’d been watching me sleep. I dressed in a pair of high-waisted leggings and an oversized soft knit sweater, then headed to the k

I walked out of their room. "Keep an eye on your sister I want to dress up," I said to him and he nodded. I opened the door and I met Damon dressing up. "You are still here?" I asked surprised to see him inside. "I got you an outfit," He pointed at the dress on the floor. It was a white Versace dress with thigh high fur booths. He matched it with a Dior fur coat. He gave me a fur head warmer and leather gloves. The scarf was matching with my jacket. For the jewelry he placed a Michael kors earrings and a Rolex watch.

They looked unbelievably hot. Lucas wore gray sweatpants and a plain black turtle-necked shirt that hugged his body, while Damon wore an army green cargo pants and a white shirt. I raised my head to look at their faces and while Damon looked like she was shocked by the way I looked, Lucas’s face held something much different.

With a soft sigh, I gracefully descended the stairs after leaving my room. And luckily, Sebastian and Damon had already finished getting ready, both looking incredibly stylish in their chosen suits. Damon wore a slim-fit baby pink suit with a white shirt and a fancy bow tie. His white shoes shone like a Disco ball as he admired himself in the mirror, slicking back his hair into a ponytail.

A fog machine was rolling in thick clouds against the floor, and the air smelled of the heady scent of vampire wine and perfume. I found Damon out back by the pool, the water glowing blue under the lights, Felix and Nikolai and Tristan standing with him, all holding red solo cups of vampire wine in their hands. Damon saw me first. His eyes went over the dress, the hair, the sneakers. His eyes flickered with approval. I let out a breath. “There you are,” he said. “I was worried you wouldn’t come.” I came to stand beside him. “I almost didn’t,” I admitted.

MANNY Damon had now changed out of his wet clothes and was about to sit when a loud flirtatious whistle made Manny pause. She whipped her head around to see her cousin staring past her, curious, Manny followed her eyes and it landed on a half-naked Damon. He was now wearing jean trousers with a white shirt hinged around his neck, leaving the top of his body bare and every woman in the room hungry for a taste. Avery walked past Manny and went straight for the handsome something that sat on the chair. Manny was about to call her to a stop but decided not to, wanting her to be embarrassed a little.

The morning light streaming through the windows finds me already awake, staring at the ceiling as my mind churns with plans for tonight. Today we return to Silver Crest. Today I face the monsters who destroyed my life. A soft knock at my door makes my pulse quicken. "Come in." Damon enters carrying a garment bag and wearing a smile that makes my breath catch. He's dressed in a black suit that fits him like it was crafted by angels, his dark hair perfectly styled, but it's the heat in his gray eyes that makes my stomach flip.