All Chapters of Mi Alfa (The Possessive Alphas Series 1): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

In the master bedroom of Casa Del Fierro, which Allistair and Lucifer shared, there was an atmosphere of thick blood and lust. The corners of the room clung to darkness, and a sinister shadow fell over what was happening on the big bed.Allistair lay back naked, his breathing shallow and strained, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm of submission and utter surrender. He sat astride Lucifer, who sat fully clothed, the stark contrast of his black clothes against Allistair's flushed skin producing a hypnotic . Lucifer's hands held Allistair's hips in firm grasp, holding him in place as his black eyes blazed with a savage hunger and unyielding possession.At their back, the Void knelt, a dark imitation of Lucifer, but clearly distinct. Dressed in identical dark royalty, the Void's fingers drew slow, deliberate lines down Allistair's spine, kindling shivers that spread through his shuddering body. With a grace that defied holy nature, both Lucifer and the Void leaned forward, their li

The evening went on, and the three were caught up in a dance of passion and love, their bodies aching in perfect complement. Allistair, rolled onto his back, lay there as Lucifer and the Void knelt over him, their cocks hard and erect, wet with pre-cum and the residue of their earlier release.Lucifer's hand encircled his own shaft, caressing slowly as he came in for a deep, fervent kiss of Allistair's lips. The Void followed suit, his hand mimicking Lucifer's, their strokes in perfect sync, a sensual spectacle for Allistair's ravenous gaze.Allistair's fingers wandered over their bodies, mapping the defined muscles of their chests, their stomachs, their hips. He toyed with their nipples, rolling them in his fingers, drawing groans of pleasure from them both. His touch was light as a feather, a counterpoint to the urgency of their need, a tease that had them both straining for more.The Void pulled away from the kiss, his lips tracing down Allistair's body, his tongue circling around

When Allistair fell asleep the void carried him to the bathroom together with Lucifer. Together they cleaned him thoroughly. The scene oddly harmonious. They clothed him and then get him to bed properly after changing the sheets and pillows and then covering him with a blanket. After they also took a bath they laid beside him and also fell asleep not knowing that a faint light glowed in the mark that is on their chest showing how their sould ar clearly merging and healing. The void suddenly woke up in the middle of the night when he felt an odd yet familiar energy trailing around them. Even Lucifer woke up too. As they woke up the energy fade into the air. They looked at each other, clearly confused about what happened. The energy touched them nearly obsessive. As the Void got up then used his power to dress himself in black cloak like suit and pants. He then looked at Lucifer and spoke quietly as he looked at Allistair tenderly. "Take care of him, you felt it too. We are beginn

While they were basking in each other's arm they heard a knock on the door and a voice come through. "Zane are you and Samael both awake? There is an urgent matter that we have to discuss with the other packs. The Elders are here too. They said they have something to say. All the Alphas with their betas, gammas, head omegas and diplomats are present. There is in urgent matter that the Light Saint Pack has to relay." Allistair's beta, Blaine said from outside the door urgently. Allistair and Lucifer looked at each other a hint of worry in their eyes. "Yes Blaine we're awake, give us a minute. We'll take a bath and dress first." Allistair answered. "Of course, we'll all just wait at the conference hall. And oh please make it faster no other funny business." He added with a hint of teasing in his voice. "Fuck of Blaine! What do you mean? We're not even doing anything." Allistair spoke just answering Blaine's teasing but not angry. "Oh I know you will, you horny jerks." Blaine's

The smile in the mirror disappeared the instant he blinked, but its imprint remained as a scar on his mind. He slowly got up, the air thick with the resonance of something invisible. It wasn't fear that clutched him, but recognition. As if whatever looked back at him in the glass wasn't foreign at all, but fragment of a past just forgotten.He ran his hand across the frame of the mirror, his fingers shaking as the chill silver smoldered softly against his palm. The glass quivered not as glass would, but as water does and for an instant he stood not in his room but in a place of white and boundless sky. He heard voices, scores of them, interweaving with each other, calling a name he could not suffer to be distinct.Then, suddenly, it stopped.The air became still once more, the light gold. But Mikael's chest was heaving, his heart wild and irregular. "What is happening to me?" he whispered.He sat again on the edge of his bed and placed his hands on his knees. His body is of a werewo