Alastor X Reader Lemon Novels & Stories

He conversed with a group of posh-looking boys dressed in suits. I awkwardly sat up straighter, realizing that even in all my finery I didn't hold a candle to the people here. Everyone instantly turned to the sound of the doors being shoved open. In walked a tall, blond haired man attired in an expensive looking suit. He gave an easy smile that immediately put everyone at ease. "Good morning ladies and gentlemen, I'm Alister, the Beta of the Beastclaw pack, and I am sorry to have kept you all waiting for this long."

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

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.

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.

“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.

*** ***Yours carefully,*** ***your precious, magnificent, beautiful stalker.***

I keep thrusting, hard and deep, pushing her through her aftershocks and straight to overstimulation. Her breathy whimpers mix with gasps as I pound into her, my hand tight around her throat, her pulse racing under my fingers. "You think I'm done, kitten?" I chuckle, my voice dripping with dark amusement. "I'm not even fucking close." Alyssa's eyes are wide, her pupils blown with lust, but there's a flicker of something else—challenge, defiance.

“That little touch? It reignites the agony. Resets the clock.” To prove the point, I dragged my knuckles over his groin. His scream was raw, animalistic. “Feel that? From the tip of his cock to his spine and everything in between,” I said, glancing at Anastasia with a smirk. My expression held no remorse—only amusement at her horror. Once Ortiz’s breathing steadied, I leaned in. “Let’s try again. How does Valentine contact you?” “Fuck you, bitch!” he snarled—before his body arched, his scream deafening this time.

she replied. “Then I’ll feel how wet you are for me, teasing you before replacing my hand with my tongue.” “Yeah?” she breathed. I leaned closer, our lips just inches apart. “After I make you go crazy for me, you’ll get on your knees and please your alpha,” I whispered. “I love pleasing him.” “He knows you do. And once you’ve shown just how much, I’ll fuck you good and hard, showing you just how much I want you.” “Jackson,” she whispered. I lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. “We need to be quick before anyone finds us and gives us new assignments.”