Alle Kapitel von Mi Alfa (The Possessive Alphas Series 1): Kapitel 171 – Kapitel 180

Everyone stilled at his question and Allistair just hummed a soft tune while Lucifer disregarded him and turned to address the council. “Go back to your pack Olgana and speak to Michael since I think he went back their after going to heaven and tell him I want to enter heaven."Allistair looked at him perplexed and wanted to ask him why he wanted to go while Olgana was also asking the same question in her mind but nevertheless obeyed his command and then went back to the Light Saint Pack using her magic.Even the others who are present wanted to ask him but the choose to shut their mouths.As soon as the door closed, sealing them inside, a transition took place. The room fell silent, thick with anticipation and Lucifer looked at Kaelen for a prolonged moment. And then he finally spoke. “He was meant to only hold one soul, Na'ara's.”Allistair nodded slowly. “The crack within his energy. It looked like fragmentation, but it wasn’t. It looked like containment.” “He is a soul core as y

He leaned in, his mouth pressing against Lucifer's ear. "However, I want more than one round Mi Alfa and you know that. I want to feel you, all of you, for hours on end." "Hours, you say?" Lucifer's hands grasped Allistair's hips, forcing him against his chest. "I can give you days, if that's what you need," he said, his voice a threat. Allistair’s breathing hitched as he felt the hardness of Lucifer’s need against him. “Days?” he repeated. “You are going to fuck me until I cannot walk?” Lucifer's lips curled into a feral smile. "I am going to fuck you until you forget your own name. Until all that is on your mind is me, deep inside of you, claiming you as mine," he said. Allistair's fingers dug deep into Lucifer's shoulders because his body already ached with need. "Gods, yes," he said, his voice rough with pleading. "Take me, Lucifer. Take me and make me Lucifer's wings expanded, casting a shadow over the two of them as he pulled Allistair backwards toward the bed. "You're

Elion drifted nearer to Allistair, the pools of light softly falling at his feet. This glow faltered as he slowed, as if the glow itself knew the meaning of self control. It did not fade completely but it merely folded into himself, like coals buried beneath ash. The room relaxed, as if the protective charms were no longer active, the signs blurring until they were little more than worn reliefs in the walls. Allistair sensed it before he even realized that he had actually moved he summoned a pair of slippers when he saw how the boy was actually barefooted and let it be worn directly on the child's feet. He then altered his position just a little, unconsciously moving to position Elion partially in the shelter of his own shadow. Not protecting, never that. It was just a shifting of position, as if some ancient part of him, predating memory itself, had long since taken the responsibility. Lucifer noticed, well he always did. The Devil’s regard rested on the subtle nuance, on the manne

Allistair woke to sunlight on his face, but most of all, he felt that familiar obsessive possessive gaze of his mate. His eyes fluttered open, and there it was, the small warm weight of Elion curled against his chest, holding him as though letting go was impossible. The child's soft hair brushed against his cheek, and the soft rhythm of his breathing soothed Allistair instantly. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he delicately brushed a hand across Elion's head. And then his gaze shifted, and there he was, Lucifer. Standing but a few feet from them, the morning light dancing along the edges of those sharply cut features, looking at him… with that same unyielding intensity. That was the look which had haunted Allistair in the best possible way since the day they met. It was reverent, obsessive, all-consuming. But now, it doubled, not just directed at him, but to their son as well. He could see it in the softening of Lucifer's eyes, the slight quiver of his lips, the way

The Casa Del Fierro welcomed them all without prejudice and that was good enough, until now. But the morning did not rush them. It never had within these walls. Time kept a different rhythm in Casa Del Fierro, one that had nothing to do with clocks or the necessities of the day. It had nothing to do with time, period. It had to do with readiness. It wasn't till the breakfast crowd dwindled and the plates were empty that no one hastened to depart. Elion sat between Allistair and Lucifer well after he'd finished eating, legs swinging off the end of the bench, fingers tracing intricate patterns into the wood of the table. Everywhere his touch fell, the wood seemed to glow with a warmer, richer light, as if recalling itself to attention. He sang to himself in a humming, tuneless voice so ancient that Raine found himself tipping his head in a attempt to recognize it. “Allistair,” Raine whispered from across the table, her silver eyes narrowing with interest. “Is that on purpose?” Al