Adam/lucifer Ao3 Novels & Stories

The urgency within me demands immediate answers. Alpha stammers, his gaze avoiding mine as he attempts to respond. His feeble attempt only fuels my frustration, pushing me further to the edge. I can feel the pulsating energy coursing through my veins, my Lycan nature straining against my control. But I reign it in, channeling the raw power into my words. "My Lycan is yearning for her other half, but I cannot locate her. I can only catch a faint trace of her scent," I assert, my voice resonating with an undertone of frustration. The Luna, sensing the mounting anger within me, seeks refuge in the protective embrace of her husband, her body trembling. It is she who dares to respond, her voice l

—I don't want to, she's bad dad. —I know honey, you already told me, that's why I need to talk to her. I have promised you that I will not let anyone hurt you. —The girl threw herself into the arms of her father, he was perfect. Luciana felt thousands of butterflies in her stomach, Santiago was being very tender and why deny it, she liked that.

The rest of the spectators cheered him and carried him up and chanted his nickname. "Lucifer! The hell dog!" They kept chanting. I pulled away from the window and sighed. I hoped and prayed he would forget me tonight. I hoped his victory would occupy the thoughts of his mind, but I was wrong. A few minutes later, the very image of my thought strolled casually into my room. "Turn around," Lucifer commanded me in his alpha male voice and without much resistance, I obeyed, heading to the bed, my face away from his. Lucifer Saunron is the alpha male of the Lycans and the owner of me.

Cute? I was a werewolf Alpha and now a Lycan Alpha, feared across realms, and my mate was calling me cute. If I’d had hands, I’d have strangled Selene right then and there. Instead, Amara cradled me against her chest, absently stroking my fur while Lucifer shimmered into the room, looking irritated as ever. The conversation about the bident blurred around me, Lucifer’s warning about Hades, the mention of Demon, and the stunned revelation that Lucifer and Demon were brothers. All of it was important, but I couldn’t stop fixating on one horrifying truth:

The Great Lycan has always been told as a Legend, it first arrived as a child of the first werewolves, and it is said to come in the any sex, it could be male or female. It had the power of a million werewolves combined and immortality but it also had itsweaknesses… “What is it, dad? Tell me, tell me” Lucas pestered and Alpha Reginald laughed, he tapped the young boy on his head and put tucked him in.

He asked as he strode out of his room and towards their path. Jessica was trembling in fear, she have never seen him this engraged in anger. His eyes were shooting glares at her and she knew she had to explain. "Lucian raped me, in the day of the feast". She spurred . "He is not who you think he is, Lucifer". She blunted out in disgust and Lucian let out a mocking laughter. "I was the one who slept with you and not Lucian". Lucifer growled in rage and it came like a thunderous shock to her.

Her trembling legs, divine offerings. “You love this,” he growled. “Bent over His altar, ruined by the one He cast out.” “Yes—yes, I love it,” she cried, desperate and delirious. “I want to burn for this—I’d burn for you.” Lucifer groaned, deep and primal, as her walls clenched around him like salvation wrapped in sin. His thrusts turned erratic, harder, desperate—as if her body was dragging the climax from him inch by wicked inch. “Fuck—Eliana,” he gasped, voice strained, forehead pressing to the sweat-damp skin of her back.

Lucifer & God bent down at the same time and touched the center of my forehead. In unison, they both said, "I don't see anything." Everything started to fade after that. I couldn't hear nor could I see anymore. • • • • • • • • • • • • • Lucian's POV I thought to myself—What am I going to do with this girl? Now I'm really intrigued. Who would've thought that there'd be a girl in the world with a transparent soul whose life you couldn't read? No one, not even Dad.

My back arched off the bed, my body already so worked up that I knew I wouldn't last long. My body was on fire, my skin already coated in a layer of sweat my breathing laboured. Lucifer was a drug, one I had convinced myself I could live without. But I was wrong, so fucking wrong it hurt. "You taste like honey, so fucking sweet and perfect," Lucifer said against my pussy, his voice vibrating against me in all the right way, making me cry out. "I'm going to-" The sentence died on my lips as Lucifer circled his tongue over my clit, his fingers moving in a similar motion sending me falling over the edge.

She is friendly to all her consumers so I didn't read into it so much. I placed the cup on the counter and walked around to her. The guy, she talking to was handsome. He had all females' eyes of him and some males as well. As soon as we made eye contact, I smiled. "I am sorry to barge into the conversation." I said to him and turned to Ms. M. "I have to go, Ms. M." I kissed her cheek. "Lucifer is in the office today." She smiled. "I keep telling you to leave your cup on the table."