All Chapters of Mi Alfa (The Possessive Alphas Series 1): Chapter 191 - Chapter 198

In that gesture impossibly intimate, the horror of the world became understandable. Or maybe, no, none at all. Time expanded to infinity as Allistair felt the ground turn, the sky undulate, the bodies move as if dancing to some macabre ballet. There would be no opening of the book. No sound, no knowledge, only the existence of the weight of the book and the existence of their entwined bodies. The battle swelled again. The man with the book passed through this maelstrom, killing, unraveling, building, tearing down. Lucifer moved through it, uninvolved, sword singing, presence constant, leading, holding, loving him. He tried to shout out, to intercede, to make waves in the impossibility of it all, but he was mired in observation, beyond all power to change but utterly engaged with every sensation, every heartbeat, every drop of blood. Time lost all meaning. Hours turned into years. Moments turned into eternities. Suffering and love entwined. The battlefield was a theater, while the

Lucifer's hands clamped down on his, anchoring, but never commanding. And it was his mania, his driving insanity, that was the only thing that stood between the hunger of the Book and the crimson flames in Allistair's eyes, and the whispers of annihilation trying to bleed into being. And Allistair, shaking, leaning, nearly dissolving into him, knew he would not and could not let go. Because Lucifer would not allow it. And the Book, the chaos, the blood none of it could sever what had been forged in obsession, love, and the dangerous intimacy of survival. Allistair's trembling slowed imperceptibly, his breath still ragged, his mind still a maelstrom of blood and fire and the pulsing pull of the Book. But Lucifer's presence was a tether he couldn't and didn't want to break. Every brush of lips and every heartbeat pressed together, every obsessive murmur, grounded him in a reality far more dangerous than the chaos flooding his senses. Lucifer's eyes, wild, possessed, mad with lov

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 re

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’