Alastor X Reader Lemon Novels & Stories

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.

Even though this stranger had saved me, I didn't trust him one bit. "It can't be. That's impossible," the man, Alex, frowned. "You're supposed to be in Malford. How can you be in Rome?" At the mention of the Lycan community, my interest was piqued. Through the stench of blood, wolfsbane and death, another scent made my heart jump for joy. Alex was a Lycan. Bless the goddess. "Are you Ciara? Ciara Johnson?" "How do you...?" Alex let out a laugh of disbelief. "I didn't want to believe it. I'd recognize those eyes and that face anywhere."

Laura Leslie slowly lowered her hand from my mouth. Nobody spoke. The ballroom remained eerily silent as hundreds of eyes shifted between the three of us. My heart pounded so violently I was certain everyone could hear it. The word still echoed inside my head. Mate. My mate. The Moon Goddess had given me a mate. A powerful Alpha. A handsome Alpha. I was so focused on him that I barely noticed Leslie’s hand still resting against my face. My wolf was practically dancing. ‘He is ours!”’she squealed. ‘Did you see him? Did you smell him? He’s perfect!’

She was still a little afraid of his manhood, but she would learn to adapt. With permission, Alex became excited. He leaned over to kiss her lips, and put his hand into the quilt, stroking slowly back and forth from light to heavy through the thin silk fabric. The rose scent on the duo mixed with the scent of Palo Santo, and the scent became stronger and stronger. When Alex felt her body soften completely, he lowered his body and gently bit the thin, soft piece of fabric between Amelia's thighs with his teeth and pulled it away from her legs, revealing her charming folds and hole.

Burned for them. Noticing my displeasure, Alastair walked around the counter. His large hands grabbed my shoulders. Forced me to lay down. Cold bit into my skin but was soon swallowed up by the flames they caused. Ever so slowly, Alastair leaned over me, so that I could breathe him in. His hands trailed slowly down my pink-clad body. Left trails of electricity in their wake. Lysander had his hands on my knees. Amadeus watched eagerly. I was a specimen they wanted to take their time with. Study all the ways in which they could make me tremble.

The power brokers of supernatural London. And now I'm part of that world. Mordaunt's associate. Parliament's ally. A Alpha who'll cooperate with criminals for protection. Father would be ashamed. I order another drink. Venom-laced, addictive. The bartender pours it without question. I'm becoming everything I accused Callum of potentially being. Corrupt, compromised, controlled by vampires. But at least I'm still Alpha. At least I'm still in power. That has to count for something. I'm leaving The Inferno around four AM when I overhear the conversation.

I answered, forcing my tone even. Her smile turned knowing. “Don’t worry,” she said lightly. “You don’t have to get jealous. I wouldn’t go for Kieran even if he asked.” I blinked, caught off guard by her bluntness. “I’m not jealous,” I replied. She chuckled softly. “Of course you’re not.” Kieran stepped in beside her then, his expression unreadable. “Laila, this is Azalea,” he said. “Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack.”

A breathless, filthy 69. My tongue circled her clit while she sucked harder, faster, until she was shaking above me. Her body tensed. Her thighs clenched. She came with a gasp, wet and shuddering. I licked her through it, greedily. She sat up, her lips slick with spit and lust. I flipped her over. Took control. “Your turn,” I growled, spreading her thighs. “No—Stefan,” she whimpered. “Not here—he’s—”

I growled, “You on the other hand, you will never hurt me, and I think I've come to accept you. And don't ever talk about anyone else, I think I love you more than anyone else.” Alastor's face lit up in joy, “Thank you, Melonie,” he murmured, “For loving me back and for realizing that nobody in the world loves you more than I do.’ Alastor walked closer, closing the gap between us. He looked into my eyes and held my chin up, “And I hope I'm allowed to do this,” with his other hand on my waist, he pulled me in and his lips fell on mine, “I want to hold you, and kiss you.”