Alastor X Reader Ao3 Novels & Stories

He could just snap my neck in an instant if he wanted to. “Don’t worry, what I’m giving you is more than enough for the help you do for me,” Agatha said, and I peeked discreetly at them. She had her hand on Alastor’s chest and was caressing it gently while the demon looked at me with a face devoid of any emotion. “I want a taste of her blood. You promise me that.” Alastor said, and it made me swallow hard. Was he even for real? He came and built an alliance with them just for my blood?

he whispered, his voice barely audible. Lucifer’s hips thrust forward, filling Allistair in one swift, powerful movement. Allistair cried out, his body stretching to accommodate Lucifer’s size. The pain was intense, but the pleasure that followed was even more overwhelming. Lucifer’s movements were rough and unyielding, each thrust a claim, a promise, a reminder of the bond that transcended time and reality. Allistair met him stroke for stroke, his body yielding and demanding in equal measure. The stone wall behind him was cold and unyielding, but the heat of their passion made it seem distant and insignificant.

It pours off Aiden’s skin in waves, reacting to the fear and the proximity of the dominant Alpha. Kael inhales deeply, his eyes rolling back slightly as the scent hits him. He grips Aiden’s wrists, tearing them away from his neck and exposing the pale, trembling throat. "My instinct was right," Kael purrs, his voice dropping an octave, heavy with dark intent. He leans in, his nose dragging against the sensitive skin of Aiden’s neck, taking a long, possessive sniff. "You aren't a beta at all. You’re an omega." He pulls back just enough to look Aiden in the eye, a predatory grin stretching across his face. "A dirty little slut boy, hiding right under my nose."

"She left the power to me because she knew what you would become if you had it. You are a common wolf, Cheryl. And you have the heart of a parasite." "Enough of this!" Alpha Jaxon roared, his face contorted with a cornered beast's fury. He extended his claws, his muscles swelling as his inner wolf tried to force a partial shift through the suffocating pressure of Natalia’s aura. "You are an Omega mutt! I am Alpha Jaxon of the Obsidian Pack! I do not bow to women, and I do not bow to myths!" With a suicidal roar, Jaxon lunged forward, his claws aimed directly at Natalia’s throat.

*Aria* Rumors had a way of making everything louder. Every glance lingered a little longer. Every whispered conversation seemed to cut off a heartbeat too late when I walked by. The letter from Reynold’s Crossing sat folded in my pocket like a hot coal, its words burned into my brain. *Two Alphas circle the same moon.* *A cursed Alpha. A human Luna. A Nightfang wolf who wants her for himself.* Some itinerant traders had put our lives into a tavern story, and now strangers were drinking to it.

I remind her, and she grins. “We are not ordinary.” She shoots back. “We are Mad Alphas. And I am mad for you.” She stands on her tiptoes and presses her soft lips to mine, a jolt shooting through me as I accept her sweet invitation. She breaks away too soon, always too damn soon, and gives me a sly grin. “Are you ready to move onto the next chapter of our lives?” She asks with a gleam in her eyes. At this very moment, Allen is standing in the center of the courtyard tied to his post, awaiting his punishment. Or rather, his death. I give her a gentle nod. A mixture of relief, excitement, and a heavy cloud settling over me.

Stopping in my tracks, looking up at him, biting my lips, I roll my eyes, my hands stroking down his wet body. “Shower first, then play.” Jackson moves. I am looking at him. I pout my lips before I walk towards the shower. Stripping, I stand in the shower and get cleaned as fast as possible. I watch as his body dries slowly. Finishing up, I step out of the shower. Jackson is still standing there naked and wet. Walking towards him, my hand strokes along his chest, his mouth kissing my lips, moaning against them, his arms wrapping around me. “What do you want, Alena?” Looking at him, my mind throws everything at me. I want the chair again, the whip, the clamps, everything, and more. I do know

Trigger warning: The following chapter contains scenes of sexual assault, abuse, and rape, which may be triggering for survivors. Reader’s discretion is advised. Alinta fearfully stared at the monster before her with wide, disbelieving eyes. Bellinor shifted slightly so that his face was hovering intimidatingly above hers. "Do I make myself clear, dearest?" he spat dangerously and bucked his hips, lodging his tip to a desired locus. Alinta was in complete shock. Tears ran down her cheeks, and she felt terror taking over her. She unintentionally nodded slowly, as fear controlled her movements. Bellinor grinned darkly and gently kissed her inflamed cheek.

Tyler walks out the door leaving his warriors behind with i and Rosa, i turn around to take a look at Rosa who hasn't shifted yet ,apparently she doesn't want to get naked in front of all this people ,i mind link scar to fly to the window and he shows up almost immediately with smoke fumes coming off his nostrils , seems like he's been busy a wrecking havoc across the pack ,i ask Rosa to get on scars back ,and he takes her away to a much safer position and I'm left alone with the seven of his warriors in wolf form ,they dashed toward me and i slice them all in halves with my scorpion mace living them lifeless on the floor ,i chase after alpha Tyler and finally catch up with him ,he has a s

He sits to my right, staring at me like I'm the strangest woman he has seen. His scent, woodsmoke and patchouli, consumes my nostrils, making my mouth water in a forbidden way. A way I should never feel towards any man. The monster is indeed my mate. This is a confirmation; I'm the Goddess’s worst creation, and she is after my life. Pushing back unshed tears building blurriness, I make an effort to send my eyes away, but a heated bond holds me captive, forcing me to notice Alpha Vladimir’s long, dark, shade-of-brown hair that’s always glossy and wet.