Alastor X Reader Ao3 Novels & Stories

“Your mate. The one you dragged into this hell. If you want to survive, then claim me like you always swore you would.” Still nothing. I ground my hips gently against him, coaxing, urging, pleading without words. I wasn’t just offering myself, I was begging him to choose life. My body began to tremble. The intimacy of this moment wasn’t just physical. It felt like I was handing him my soul, layer by layer, hoping he’d take it. And then… His fingers twitched. I gasped, sitting up slightly. “Alpha?” His hand shot up roughly— and gripped my thigh hard, claws half-formed digging into my skin. His head tilted back, mouth parting slightly. A faint groan escaped him, hoarse and low like a beast wak

Power wells up where belief gathers. And belief is easy to bend. I walk toward the edge of the open roof and gaze out across the black forest below. Far beyond those trees lies Kael’s fortress. The cursed Alpha. The man who believes he is hunting me. My laugh is soft. “Oh Kael,” I murmur. “You are so predictable.” When the servant carried my whisper into the fortress, I felt the bond flare between them. Bright. Violent. Unavoidable. Even miles away, Kael felt her.

"Ahh! Ahh! Lysander! Ahh!" ​My world spiraled into chaos. Every touch sent a jolt of power through my blood-witch lineage, igniting a wildfire along my nervous system. He understood the architecture of my undoing. He kissed my throat, grazing my skin with his teeth, then descended to my chest, branding me with the evidence of our encounter. ​"Ahh... you are mine," he growled, his breath coming in harsh, ragged bursts against my collarbone. "Twenty-one days, Thalia. And every single night, I will do this. I will make you forget everything beyond these walls. Only me."

Silas raised his hand and sent out another wave of power, pushing the attackers several feet away and giving us a few precious seconds. Damien did not waste time. He kissed me hard, his tongue invading my mouth with raw hunger. One of his hands slipped between us and stroked my swollen clit. I jerked violently in his arms, a loud moan tearing from my throat. "So wet for your Alpha," he growled against my lips. "Even while shifting, your body knows who it belongs to." He pushed two thick fingers inside me, pumping slowly. Pleasure crashed through the shifting pain. My inner walls clenched around his fingers as my claws dug into his shoulders, drawing fresh blood.

I didn't have to wait long to find out when I heard a groan coming from beside me and I turned just in time to see a younger male naked beside me. My eyes grew wide. My heart slammed. “Oh heavens!” I scrambled off the bed so fast, that my backside landed on the cold, hard floor, and to my utter horror—I was naked. My arms flew to my bosom. Too late. Then Maliah spoke, “That's the young man, Alpha Lurien,” she pointed at the naked stranger, avoiding my eyes. “He is the young man Lady Zarelia has been sleeping with for two summers now.” “What the fuck!?”

Alastor growled impatiently. "Only a kiss. Do not touch me." My heart was bleeding. Marcel, please forgive me. Lisa began to sing. Her voice was melodious. The lyrics was gripping at my heart, tugging at my soul. She was asking me to hold on. But I leaned in. And I kissed Alastor's lips. He groaned, grabbing my waist. "You taste so freaking good, baby. I can't wait to fuck you." I was disgusted, but I didn't let it show.

Her body ached, but what truly frustrated her was the empty feeling that followed. She sat on the bed and dropped her head into her hands. He still had her panties. What kind of Alpha walked around with that in his pocket? She muttered a curse and marched to the bathroom, turning on the tap and watching steam rise. Across the castle, in Kael’s chamber, he stood by the arched window, staring into the night, his shirt still clinging to the sweat from his fight with Aaron Calyx. His chest heaved as thoughts spun fast. Alaric leaned against a table, his arms crossed.

****** Karen She paused for a moment to take a real good look at him. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes heavy, and he gazed at her with a look of such blatant passion that she gasped and backed away hastily. Her blood sizzled at the sight of him, knowing that he wanted her, right here, right now. Xavier stepped towards her, following her retreating footsteps, which only made her retreat faster, almost tripping over her dress. She could have fallen if Xavier hadn't rushed at her and caught her against his muscular body. Her nipples tightened instantly, her body reacting instinctively to his intimacy. She looked up at him, her hands clutching his chest, and watched as his nostrils flared, sign

I really do not know how much it means to him, but I have also noticed how he spends most of his time caressing it. “I have nothing to do with demons,” he murmurs as he withdraws his hand from mine, once again, touching the ring. “My younger brother is. I only bear his name and title because he is very hideous.” “You bear his name?” The old man smiles and takes his eyes back to his fingers. “Yes. He is Xaulfur, the demon-obsessed. I’m Daymion, the Alpha.”