Alastor X Reader Lemon Novels & Stories

“Please, Jake.” He grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. Mira’s face pressed into the pillow. He pulled her ass up so she was on her knees, back arched. His hand came down in a firm smack on one cheek. The sting made her moan louder. “Such a bad girl, wanting your best friend’s man,” he growled. But there was no anger in it, only heat. He lined up the head of his cock with her entrance and pushed in hard. Mira cried out as he filled her in one thrust. He was thick, and the stretch burned in the best way. Her pussy gripped him tight.

The air inside smelled of burnt hydraulic fluid, ozone, and the bitter, coppery trace of the slaughter that had just concluded at the broken gates below. At the center of the command floor, Alpha Raymond stood behind a massive horseshoe desk of polished ironwood. He was a hulking, broad-shouldered Lycan, his short dark fur heavily laced with grey, his face covered in deep scars from a lifetime of managing the volatile western foundries. He did not wear the ceremonial silks of the Eastern lords or the furs of the Northern elders; he wore a functional, heavy tactical vest over an oil-stained gray uniform. His amber eyes, burning with a desperate, manic intensity, were fixed entirely on the iro

Of course, who wouldn't be in this situation. Besides, if things go south, this might be the end of my stay here. He raised an eyebrow. “In the medical lab?” I forced a small laugh. “Guess I got lost.” The corner of his mouth lifted, though it wasn’t quite a smile. He stepped closer, and that’s when I caught it—the faint shift in his breathing. Alphas could smell everything. Fear, nerves, intent. And me? I was leaking all three. Rylan stopped a few feet away, with his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to catch a scent that didn’t make sense. “You smell… strange.”

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."

Jester brushed a bit of hair from her face, and found himself liking the feel of the silky strands through his fingers. “He had sex on the brain,” Alisa explained. “He really thought I was joking when I said I didn’t want to sleep with him. He thought I was just playing hard-to-get, or whatever. Do you know that physical contact makes my Gift like, ten times more accurate?” “You mean, intimate physical contact…like this?” Jester leaned down a bit, and kissed her deeply. He liked how easily her mouth would respond to even the slightest provocation from him. If she kissed all her exes this way, he could understand the frustration they would have felt if Alisa continued to reject their advances

He held the other hand still hovering over his face–which she squeezed in response. Stop talking. He gleefully obeyed the voiceless command ringing in his mind and delved with his tongue, tasting Winters, drinking her in again and again. Finally, finally– Alastor was so tempted to mark his mate right there and then but refrained himself at the last second. He didn’t want to do that in a place like this anyways (that has to be special), because here, in this moment… he’s going to savor it. This is enough; this is more than enough... for now because I'm bringing home this woman, my goddess on this night–into my bed, into my life.

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.