Alastor X Reader Ao3 Novels & Stories

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

“You’re burning up, little wolf.” “I need,” she panted, her body arching, pushing her ass back against Lester. “I need more. I need… both.” The request hung in the air, thick and shocking. A double claim. From her pussy and her ass. My cock, already hard and straining against my jeans, jerked violently. The animal in me gloried in the sheer depravity of it. The human part wasn’t far behind. “Is that what you want?” I leaned down, my lips a breath from her ear. “You want your Alpha’s cock in your cunt, and your Beta’s cock in your tight little ass? You want to be stretched full?”

“I've been knocking for a while. I thought you were out. Have been covering for you all through today. You seem to be busy.” I leaned back. His eyes darted over the table. “The alchemical underpinning of fate and mating in werewolf lore—why would you be reading that?” I blinked, my gaze darting back to the book on the desk. I slapped the cover of the tome shut. Did I really pick that? “I…I wanted to study a concept,” I dragged my gaze to the shelves. Xavier was silent for a moment before he chirped. “You are thinking about her.”

She was on the bed sitting while sweat filled her face which shocked me. “Alpha Connor.” She called my name, but one thing I realize. Anastasia also felt the same thing as me, and many thoughts played into my mind about that. I wanted to ask her, but this werewolves' rutting preoccupied my mind and I have to get rid of this, so I walk near her bed. Anastasia seemed stunned when I'm nearly approaching her. I was expecting her to push me away, but then she did not. The moment that I reached her, I push her onto the bed and ride on top of her. My hands started unbuttoning her shirt and I could smell her hot body.

He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge. The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs. I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut. Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more. But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear as he whispe

Lightning flashed, illuminating the hard lines of his face for a split second—sharp jaw, dark eyes locked on me like I was prey that had suddenly become interesting. He stripped the rest of the robe away. Then his shirt. The sight of his bare chest—broad, scarred, powerful, made my breath catch. Werewolf Alpha. Built to dominate. Derek hooked my legs over his arms, spreading me open. His fingers traced down my stomach, lower, finding me already wet. He made a low, satisfied sound. “Soaking for me. That’s new too.” Two thick fingers pushed inside without warning, curling deep. I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the moan that tried to escape. He noticed. Of course he did.

He kept on squishing my boobs and sucking them as he caressed my nipples with his tongue and slowly he pushed his right hand down to my dryness as he pushed his index and middle finger inside me, making me moan. "You're mine now and your body is mine, even your acclaimed cursed soul all mine and no one else!!" Alpha Darwin roared as he pushed his finger inside me as my wetness drooled, warming his fingers. "Breeder or Mate, either one, you're dead!! "I'm not your mate!!" I kicked against his hip with my knee as he groaned. I opened my eyes as his red eyes pierced deep into my soul. I wouldn't have done that, I would have submitted instead.

Alpha Knelt in front of me like he was about to fucking worship Or devour His hands gripped my thighs Fingers spread Digging into the softness like he was measuring how far he’d split them I was already leaking Already clenching Already soaking the damn mesh that barely existed He didn’t lift the dress He didn’t need to He bent Opened his mouth And licked straight through the fabric I cried out The heat of his tongue The scrape of his teeth The suction of his lips dragging along my soaked cunt through the mesh I couldn’t breathe He groaned low Dark Like he’d just tasted the drug he’d been starving for Then he gripped the hem Fisted it And ripped the fucking dress up over my hips in one bruta

I mouth at him. "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss. I’m Alistair Carlisle of The Nightreapers Pack." Alpha Alistair stands up and takes my hand gently. His eyes remain on mine as he kisses the back of my hand. "You’re as pretty as the moon fairy, just like the rumors say," he adds, and he sweetly smiles at me.