Alastor X Reader Novels & Stories

Moaning from the pleasure of orgasm, I lean against him. He slowly unties the rope, kissing down my body. The rope drops, and he lifts me, wrapping my legs around him, pushing me against the wall. His mouth explores my breasts, hand gripping my throat, and the leather adds to the sensory overload. The orgasm surges again as his teeth bite down. Moaning, I try to resist, but his hips start moving, his leather-clad cock rubbing against me. "Blue, yellow," I gasp, unable to endure much more. The pause at the edge feels exhilarating, but the repeated intensity is draining. "Does Kitten want to finish?" His voice growls.

“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.

I doubt he would even know what to do if it were the reverse. Finally, my favourite part. I absorbed his life force. He moaned and groaned enjoying the sex but I was getting drunk on his life force. That was my meal and the only thing that kept me alive. Of course he didn’t last up to a minute but I already got what I wanted. I arrange myself and blow him a kiss. “Would I see you again?” He asks, pulling up his briefs but I don’t reply me, instead stepping out of his dream and the dream realms totally. Usually, I’ll need more life force but he was really young so it was enough for now.

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?

I followed his line of sight and my eyes ended up on Selene, I looked back at him but he had looked away. The same thing continued for a while. His eyes would constantly stray from what was happening to look at Selene who was not paying any attention. “If your eyes stray one more time, I will have to take them off.” I flipped through the documents I had prepared as I spoke. “W - what do you mean, Alpha Xander?” The Alpha asked me. I raised my head and glared straight at his beta who lowered his head, the tip of his ears tinged pink. “Not only have you set out to swindle me, but you have also brought this idiot who does not know not to stare at another man’s woman. Are you seriously looking d

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.

I, along the line had forgotten the words of advice that was given to me. The cursed Alpha can read minds. He hears my thoughts. What was I to do now? I needed to survive. I had to. If it wasn't the cursed man who I so badly wanted to fuck then it had to be his evil aunt, who I so badly wanted to drive a stake into her black heart. I knew the choice I had to take. There was no other way. I needed to fuck the Alpha and I needed to do it soon. Three moons weren't that far away. I couldn't waste anymore time. Tonight, I shall bed the cursed king!

He growled, and the sound vibrated as it hummed from his throat. “Stop playing Xerxes, you know my name is Meadow.” The she-wolf stepped up to him and nudged him with her snout. He smelt of pine cones and cherries. The wolf was caught off guard as the she-wolf licked the side of his face. “I am not Xerxes,” the wolf groaned. Meadow was confused. “What should I call you then?” Meadow purred, thinking that her mate likes role-playing. “I am Alazar,” he rumbled proudly.

It wasn't that he didn't want it to be like what July wanted to do, but he felt the situation didn't fit with someone's presence disorder in front of their apartment. "July, wait! Listen to me– “ another peck came, silencing Alastor's mouth. While the bell continues to ring. The kiss happened to be the longest and most passionate that Alastor could give and do for July. Alastor thinks he has to give July the best satisfaction so they can stop. July opened her eyes because Alastor's kiss was so hot and deep, so different and full of overflowing feelings. July looked at the face of the man who had made her feel touched like this after so long. Now that July's eyes were clearer than ever, Alast