Alastor X Reader Ao3 の小説・ストーリー

He was larger than the others—and the moment I felt him begin to ease in I let out a sharp sound, my jaw falling open. He stared down at me, looking pleased, his hands curling around my thighs. “I’ll go slow,” he promised. He pushed in further and I gasped, clutching for Xavier. The Alpha leaned into my grasp, pressing his lips to mine. Then came the sharp prick of Lucas’s teeth. I cried out, feeling Sebastian fill me. Pain and pleasure sparked through my body, the scent of my own blood hitting the air as Lucas drank—as his poison moved through me in tingling waves of ecstasy.

Rubbing his nose on hers, their breathing collided, hot and filled with intense feeling. “I’m Alaro, the king of the underworld. I am not human, Elara, I am part of the undead, and here is not my place which is why I couldn't show myself to you all this time because of the restriction between the living and the undead.” Slowly explaining to her, his eyes narrowed and he could hear her strong heart beat. He didn't know if its was fear, excitement or other emotions, but he want to tell the little human he had coincidentally encountered and fallen deeply for everything about him.

My breathing was heavy, the silence between all four of was damning, and the bond between us was smeared with a dangerous mix of anger, confusion, mischief and… Arousal. In thick fucking waves. “Are you going to pretend like you don’t enjoy it when we’re possesive of you in the darkest ways?” Ace whispered, his strawberry stained lips calling to me in the nastiest ways. I shook my head stubbornly. “I don’t.” “Yeah?” I heard Xander join in, his body pressed against me from behind and sandwiching me between both men, “you don’t like the fact that we’re so desperate to make you ours to the extent of making sure no one else exists that can lay that same claim to you?”

“If any man got me such a gift I would marry him on the spot. Maybe you should marry him too. Ronin will eventually get used to sharing–” “Zip it!” Liora hissed under her breath, maintaining her smile in case people were watching. She had no clue what Alastor was after, but she knew for a fact that Ronin would kill him if he tried anything funny. Alastor shifted on his feet, looking uncertain. Why was he acting so strange? The Alastor she knew was cocky and self-serving. Why all of a sudden the change of tune? Curiosity winning out over respect for privacy, she reached into his mind and stealthily searched for clues.

Create myths. I provide truth. Exact. Detailed. Undeniable. 7:18 AM - Wolf fighter (W-22, name: Sarah Klein). Throat torn by Cormac's enforcer. Bled out in forty seconds. 7:19 AM - Vampire hunter (V-34). Staked by Valentina Corvino. Turned to ash. 7:21 AM - Dragon mercenary (D-03). Holy water attack by Tom Cracksman. Burned from inside. Died screaming.

I hated how my body relaxed into him despite everything. We moved through flickering emergency lights and crumbling concrete. I buried my face in his neck without meaning to, inhaling more of that maddening scent. My mind screamed at me to fight, to remember who I was, Dr. Elara Voss, the woman who once wore a white coat and made decisions that ruined lives. But right now I was just slick, trembling flesh wrapped around an Alpha who wouldn’t let me go. “You’re shaking,” he observed quietly. His hand stroked slowly up and down my spine. “Still fighting the bond?”

Proserpina scoffed, swatting his hands away from her, “Quit it. I don't do hugs–” Alastor suddenly dropped forward like a tidal wave threatening to pull her down with him, arms wrapping around her waist. He was practically a koala–a six foot tall koala–as he all but threw himself on her, legs sprawled uselessly on the ground and all of his weight bearing down on her. She gave him her driest, blankest stare, eyes boring holes down at his stupidly smiling face, “Happy now?” Alastor simply hummed, nuzzling her stomach contentedly, a strange vibrating sort of noise coming from his chest… and forget the comparison about a koala or the fact that he is technically a wolf, he reminded her of a giant

He stuck out his tongue and ran it over my mark, sending chills down my spine. “H-hello,” I got out. He looked into my eyes and said, “YOU. ARE. MINE.” “Yes, I’m yours. Yours and Xander’s. What is your name?” He again buried his head in my neck when I heard him say, “I am Alastair.” He began to slowly rotate my hips, grinding me against his slowly growing bulge. I knew that I had to stop this, and fast, because my body was already starting to abort the mission at hand.