Todos los capítulos de The Alpha Devil’s Dark Temptation : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

– Nyxara The captain’s tongue was talented, I’d give him that. He had me pinned to the crimson velvet chaise in my chamber, thighs spread wide, tail coiled tight around his throat like a leash made of sin. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise — as if bruises on a succubus ever lasted — while his mouth worked between my legs with the desperate devotion of a male who knew this might be the last pleasure he ever tasted. I rode his face slow and deliberate, grinding my slick cunt against his tongue, letting every wet sound echo off the obsidian walls. My claws raked through his hair, guiding him exactly where I wanted, deeper, faster, until my breath came in sharp little gasps that weren’t entirely theatrical. Close. So fucking close. Hellfire candles flared higher as my pleasure crested, shadows writhing across the ceiling like they wanted in on the fun. And then the door exploded inward. Wood splintered. Iron hinges screamed. Cold air rushed in, carrying the metallic

– Nyxara“Make me.”The words barely left my lips before his control snapped.Azrael’s hand tightened on my throat — perfect pressure, stars blooming behind my eyes — as he crushed his mouth to mine. Fangs clashed, tongues tangled, tasting smoke and fury and the desperate edge we both craved. His free hand ripped the sheet away, baring me completely, cool air kissing slick skin.He broke the kiss only to flip me onto my stomach, one iron arm banding under my hips, lifting my ass high. His tail — thick, ridged, demonic — lashed once, then cracked across my cheeks like a whip of living fire.The sting bloomed hot and sharp.I moaned, pushing back for more, already drenched.He gave it.Again.And again.Each strike precise — not breaking skin, just lighting nerves on fire, turning pain into liquid heat that pooled between my thighs. Slick dripped down my legs, obscene and inviting, the wet sounds echoing as I ground against nothing.“You want to be a brat?” he growled, voice gravel and

– Vuk Kael LaskovićThe doors slammed shut behind her with a finality that echoed through the chambers like the closing of a crypt.I stood there, frozen in place, hands still half-raised from where they’d cradled her face. The warmth of her tears lingered on my palms, a ghost of salt and sorrow. The room felt suddenly too large, too empty — her absence a void that swallowed the air.She’d said no.Not just to the crown.To everything.“I don’t even know if I like you… or if it’s just this overbearing mate bond…”The words hung in the silence, repeating, twisting like a blade in an old wound I didn’t know I had.My vision tunneled. Hellfire surged along my veins, gold flickering under my skin like living flame. The torches flared higher, shadows writhing.A low growl built — silent at first, then ripping out as my fist cracked the obsidian table. Shards flew. Wine bled across the floor.Hours blurred in destruction and silence.Finally, I left the ruin and prowled to the war room.Ery

_ NyxaraSnow crunched beneath my boots as I walked away from the little moon, still curled on her stone bench beneath the frozen roses. She sat there wrapped in the Devil’s coat, silver tears glistening on her cheeks like fallen stars, speaking softly of wanting peace… of feeling safe.Poor, sweet girl.She truly believes the world will open its arms to her simply because she is gentle and luminous, because the strongest wolf in the North has chosen her.I almost felt sorry for her.Almost.Life is not kind, little one. It never has been. And it is especially unkind to those who meet cruelty with open hands instead of sharp teeth.The cold air carried the scent of pine and frost as I slipped through the quiet corridors back to my chambers. The fortress was silent tonight—servants averting their eyes, guards stepping aside without a word. They always do. They know better than to meet my gaze too long.My rooms welcomed me the way they always do: warm hellfire candles flickering in the

Maureen LaurentAnd in a blink, the night of the Blood Moon arrived.I sat in front of the massive obsidian mirror while the maids worked around me like a quiet storm—brushing, pinning, powdering, painting. My reflection looked like someone else entirely.Unreal. Ethereal. Almost frighteningly beautiful.My silver-white hair had been swept into a high, elegant ponytail, soft tendrils left loose to frame my face. The gown… gods, the gown. Liquid gold silk poured over my body like molten sunlight, embroidered with delicate black thorns and crimson roses that caught the hellfire light with every breath. The train was impossibly long—ten maids had to carry it when I stood, arranging it in perfect waves behind me.And the crown.Not the full Luna circlet—not yet—but a breathtaking piece all the same: black gold filigree shaped like intertwined thorns and crescent moons, studded with blood-red rubies that glowed faintly under the torches.I stared at myself and felt my heart race.I looked