Alastor X Reader Ao3 Novels & Stories

Anyone could lose themselves in eyes like his. Alexei broke our kiss and trailed his lips down my neck and across my collarbone. He teased around my breasts. I gasped as he began to lick me with his raw tongue. My arms wrapped around his neck, and my fingers dug into his scalp. His hot, ragged breaths grazed my chest. Being here with the ruler of Bastorin, the enemy of my father, felt surreal. The thought flashed through me like lightning: equal parts fear and fascination. What was I doing?

“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.

RONAN The steel door bursts open again, then the alpha pressure in the room hits, pouring out like a tidal wave, raw , violent and predatory. My knees nearly buckle as the Alpha force crashes into my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs. I gasp. “ Fuck!” My fingers tighten around the wooden handle of my mop. “He's in there with Ethan, doing goddess knows what.” just behind that door, so close but far away at the same time. My Omega whimpers “mate.” Panting, confused at the rage and lust we feel towards him at the same time.

I grabbed the long broom and cleaned the floors, tidying up the books on the shelves when I stumbled on a book with a strange title. "How to sacrifice humans to idols." That was the title of the book. For a moment, my mind beat very fast. It felt like it was specifically written by someone who knew me, and wanted to sacrifice me to idols. I was a wolf of course, but I've got a human body too. I turned the pages of the book, trying to see if I could practice one of those spells written there. I wasn't a witch neither was I a warlock. Did this mean that there's a witch somewhere in the pack but the Alpha, Simon, doesn't want to let us know?

he said, tone cool, distant. “Goodnight, Alpha,” Hector replied, watching as Damon disappeared into the shadows of his own home with a troubled expression lurking on his face. And somewhere in the house beyond, Elena lay in her room, unaware that the man who had claimed her was already plotting to test the limits of her strength, waiting to see whether she would rise from the ashes… or be reduced to them.

I knew Rosita could read the words in my eyes as we locked gazes and it only made the smug smile on her face grow wider. “Spread her legs,” she ordered, and one of the guys moved closer to me, spreading my legs as far as the ropes would let him. Goddess, please help me. Please don't fail me this way. I've done nothing but worship you dutifully. Please show me mercy. One of the masked Alphas groaned loudly as he approached me. “Goddess, she smells so divine.” And then he groped my bare breast, tugging at my nipple.

I wanted to leave the same emptiness in his chest as he left in mine. His breath shudders and I feel him tense against me, his fingers pressing into my body, while he squeezes me against his body a little tighter. A low growl bubbles in his chest and I know I’ve awoken that beast he keeps chained away from the world. A beast I deeply enjoy meeting. A deeply masochist and deranged doe, that was exactly what I am.

ELARIAN I'll never forget the sound of Aero's voice, low and menacing, as he growled, "Let. Her. Go." I was tied to a chair, helpless, as Xavier held me hostage right in front of him with his claws aimed directly at my throat. His heartbeat reeked of blood and death, causing my stomach to turn in disgust and fear. His claws trailed my bare skin, and my body trembled in fear. Aero rushed forward with such speed that I had never seen before or thought possible, his eyes blazing with fury. Xavier sneered, baring his razor-sharp canine teeth. Aero's gaze locked onto mine, and for a fleeting moment, I saw a glimmer of reassurance.

A chill raced down his spine. The soft sunlight slipped through a half-closed window, catching the cold gleam of the man they called Italy’s nightmare—Alastor Merikh Drystan. The Sovereign. The number one killer. Only thirty, yet feared like a god. At twelve, he was already drawn to business—and blood. Passion lived in both. Drenched in shadows, Drystan reclined on a chair, legs crossed, a cigarette between his fingers. Smoke curled upward, but his eyes stayed fixed elsewhere—burning with calm, deadly intent.