Vegeta Shirtless Novels & Stories

I turned to see who it was and my eyes came in contact with Davion who was shirtless with his abs popping out everywhere. Oh shit!

“An Alpha walking barefoot, and half naked?” “Well, I've never been one to give a damn about what people have to say.” “Whatever!” He rolled his eyes. The moonlight caught the sheen of sweat on his human form. He was wearing a thin singlet and ‘miraculously’ a crumpled shirt still clung to his arm. With a sigh, he peeled off the shirt.

She didn't know what he intended to do, but she wanted more bare skin from him. He paused and pulled his T-shirt off. Under that was a dark vest made from Kevlar worn over a white undershirt. He winced as he ripped the Velcro straps free. Both vest and undershirt were shed quickly, giving her the first glimpse of a shirtless Evan. She sighed and smiled, pleased with the view. Miles of muscular planes sculpted his chest and stomach. He leaned over her and bumped her nose with his. "Happy?" She laid her palm against his chest. "Very. Now the pants."

What else is he capable of? My jaw nearly drops on the floor when I come back. Victor is sitting on top of the counter, patiently waiting for me, with no shirt on. Why the fuck is he shirtless!? Victor chuckles at me as he catches me gaping. "Sorry, I had to take it off because some of Gustaf's blood got on my shirt." I try my best to compose myself, but it's difficult when Victor is sitting there, his defined chest and abs on full display. "Oh, I see," I manage to say, trying to keep my eyes from wandering. "Let's take a look at your hand."

The shirt clung to the dips and ridges in his body, making his muscles stand out. Alpha Asher had put every one of us to shame, his outfit simple yet highlighting every delicious ounce of his body. His black shirt was thin, consisting of a material that clung to every ripple of his muscles. His build looked huge in the outfit he wore, concealing most of his skin yet highlighting every bump and groove. His large forearms were visible, the sleeves of his shirt bunched up at the elbows. Carter and Wade were last to stroll into the room, the hint of a friendly smile forming on Carter’s face. Wade remained stoic as he often did, eyeing the four of us somewhat warily.

Hе was bare-chested, nаkеd except fоr thе аlmоѕt paper thіn elastic shorts. Worst оf аll, аѕ wаѕ the fashion, his оvеr-ѕіzеd c**k hаd іtѕ оwn роuсh. It wаѕ аddеd undеrnеаth wіth stiff wіrе to fоrсе hіѕ bulge even mоrе obscenely оutwаrd.

He had just one tattoo drawing, on his heart area, like a comic parody of — is that Cat Woman? And more than that, he emitted a darker aura than the other two. For the love of God, are those abs even real? They were all so fucking ripped, like those men who give hardcore BDSM fucks in those p**n videos I watch with Gilda. Oh gosh! Was this the sex suite? The one sitting seemed ripped, as his shirt fit him like a glove, stretching out his muscles, and also the one standing with a phone, he was fucking ripped. But the one dressed in black and had a shirt on his shoulder? He was fucking shredded. A buff fellow, my God!

There he was. Calvin was in the driveway beside the garage, shirtless, working on his powerful black motorcycle under the outdoor lights. The bike was wet and soapy as he washed it, his strong arms flexing with every stroke of the sponge. Water and suds ran down his toned chest and abs, tracing every ridge of muscle. His shorts hung low on his hips, showing the deep V-lines that disappeared beneath the waistband. My breath caught in my damn throat. He looked like a fucking snack.

They look like trash. "Look at the bed, Selene," he says. His voice is deep like thunder. I look back. The bed sheets have a red spot on them. My heart goes so fast. "I am taking your big white shirt," I say. I pull the shirt tight around my body. It covers my legs down to my knees. "Goodbye!" "Do not leave," he says. But I run fast. I do not look back. LUCIAN POV "Get up here right now, Raze Blackclaw," I talk into my phone. I am mad.

After putting his belt back on, Javier threw the work shirt he took off earlier toward Quinna. Quinna was expecting to smell a strong sweat odor, but she did not. In fact, there was a faint fragrance of jasmine, and it was pleasantly comforting. Somehow, she had a feeling that the shirt was very clean. She no longer had to worry about hygiene issues that she was worried about before. Javier was shirtless after taking off his work shirt. He looked down at his body and asked, "It's inappropriate for me to go out half-naked too. Why don't you lend me your bra? I should at least cover up—"