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XXXVIII: THE VOID
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Mi Alfa (The Possessive Alphas Series 1) CXCIX: AFTERMATH 2
Lucifer and Allistair descended the stairs, Lucifer holding Allistair’s hand as he guided him down, his left arm wrapped possessively around Allistair’s waist. Their steps were measured, calm, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions that had stormed through the house just hours before. As they made their way to the dining room, they were greeted by the warm smiles of their family and friends, who had stayed the night at Casa Del Fierro due to the events of the previous evening. Even Lilith had chosen to stay, though she sat at the far end of the room, her presence as enigmatic as ever. The atmosphere, though filled with love, was thick with unspoken tension. A rare moment of peace, a brief pause from the constant worry of war and the countless strategies needed to win it, but all knew it would not last. Elion, who had been sitting between Raine and Lilith, jumped up as soon as he saw them. His golden aura of creation surrounded him, flickering brightly as it enveloped his fathers
Mi Alfa (The Possessive Alphas Series 1) CXCVIII: AFTERMATH
Morning did not arrive all at once. It seeped in the way forgiveness sometimes did. Slowly, cautiously, as if afraid it might not be welcome. Light filtered through the high panes of the bedroom, pale and unassuming, touching stone and silk alike without judgment. The barrier Lucifer had raised the night before thinned at the edges, no longer humming with warded insistence but resting instead like a held breath finally allowed to loosen. Sound returned first: the distant cadence of wings in the corridors beyond, the low murmur of Heaven resettling itself after a night that had nearly torn it open. Allistair woke up to warmth. Not the consuming heat of chaos or the fever-bright burn of the Book, but the warm press of another body against his own. Lucifer was still there, curled around him as always, his arm slung over Allistair's waist and another beneath his neck as though he fully meant to never let that particular grasp go again. Then, for an instant, Allistair didn’t move.
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Allistair’s cry was one of pure, unadulterated bliss. The heat of Lucifer, the solid, overwhelming reality of him, was a stark, perfect contrast to the cool, insistent presence of the shadows. Lucifer filled him completely, his hips pressing flush against Allistair’s ass. “Fuck,” Lucifer groaned, his head dropping to Allistair’s shoulder. “Amor Meus, your still so tight no matter how many times I fuck you.” He began to move, a deep, grinding rhythm that made Allistair see stars. The tentacles didn’t stop. They moved with him, one stroking Allistair’s cock in time with Lucifer’s thrusts, another pressing against his perineum, amplifying every sensation. Allistair was completely overwhelmed, trapped between Lucifer’s solid, burning body and the cool, insistent caress of the void. “Harder,” Allistair demanded, his voice a broken sob. “Fuck me harder, Alpha. Ghad! I want more ” Allistair felt that big hard cock inside him, scrapping his insides, feeling it to his stomach. Lucifer’s
Mi Alfa (The Possessive Alphas Series 1) CXCVI: INSIDE ME
Allistair’s eyes flew open, his half-sleep state ratcheted by the warmth of Lucifer’s body against his. The room was darkened, but light struggled through the heavy hangings of the curtains, pushing a shadow of light along the walls. He felt Lucifer’s stare upon him, a fierce and unremitting one, as if he sought to commit each line of his visage to memory. “Lucifer,” Allistair whispered, his voice raspy with sleep and something deeper. Lucifer's response was a low growl, a rumble that hummed deep within Allistair's chest, waking up every nerve ending. "I'm here," he whispered, his hand moving from his waist to the curve of his hip, pulling him closer. Allistair’s breathing hitched in his chest as he felt the hard presence of Lucifer against his thigh, a promise of something fierce and relentless. He reached up, his fingers snagging in Lucifer’s hair to pull him down into a kiss that was both claim and question. Lucifer’s lips were burning, demanding, his tongue probing deep, se
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The kiss did not burn. It sealed. Allistair sensed it as one senses the turning of a lock from the inside, that quiet, irrevocable turning. Lucifer’s mouth was gentle in a way that contained menace, and in a way that contained reverence, dangerous reverence. It was not passion that claimed him, but devotion. Of the kind that did not demand. Of the kind that required survival as an obligation. Lucifer pulled back, but just inches. Close enough that Allistair could feel his breath on his skin. Close enough that the rest of the world might as well cease to exist. Allistair had his first synchronized heart rhythm since waking up. Not calm but alignment. Lucifer’s hand was steady against his waist, thumb pressing just below his ribs, as if he were pacing heartbeat rhythms. Allistair did not react. He pushed against the force, letting it establish parameters for him. The Book hummed faintly, a vibration without words, reacting to presence as much as command. It did not like being r
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And it did. Eternity did shiver, but quietly Not in thunder, and not in collapse but in restraint. It was the sort of tremble that only those who were prior to the consequences of time could truly know. It was an unnamed moment when the world itself, full of wonders and empty of concern, decided not to move. Not because it was stayed but because it sensed something that it did not yet comprehend sufficiently to contest. The room exhaled. Not metaphorically. The force that had bent the air to ignite lungs full of fuel, to tense wings on unthinking command, took its toll on one final, unwilling exhalation. The humming of walls faded. The floor lost its sense of potential fracture beneath the weight of what might have occurred. The Book was nowhere to be seen. But it was not destroyed. It just disappeared and is inside Allistair's consciousness. Allistair felt it, second heart rate, erring in pace, erring in touch, palpable nonetheless. No screaming now. No scratching. Wrapping
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