Alastor Height Novels & Stories

“You are so subtle.” “I know,” I offered him before his lips met mine. He tasted like sweat and honey. I pulled him closer to me, attempting to topple him into the tub with me. “You can just ask, you know.” Alastor stood back up leaving me to watch him. He gripped the back of his shirt with one hand and tore it off over his head. His muscles slightly rolled and flexed with every moment. His body was speckled with scars, which I found so sexy. He rolled down his shorts and underwear at the same time. His delicious colossal cock sprung free. His whole body shimmered in faint sweat, it made my mouth water.

I would rather lift my dress and dance bare-skinned in front of the High Council Judgment Hall on a sacred Sunday while howling a rogue war song. I shoot a panicked look at Lestat, then glance back at the heavy wooden door. Creepier is definitely still out on the stone path searching for my scent. Creepy could be circling the block right now. Worse yet, Tristan could be running toward this very building with a pack of warriors to force my mark onto the license. But can I really ask a High Alpha to go along with this madness? He might just push me away— "No," Lestat growls softly to the woman, his voice thick with the poison.