Alastor X Reader Novels & Stories

I need him everywhere. A raw growl rips from his throat as he forces me harder into the door and loses the will to fight. His lips devour mine—sucking, his teeth biting hard and his tongue exploring my mouth. I moan, running my hands down his abdomen to finally grasp his belt. His teeth sink into my bottom lip, his hand moving to my breast to squeeze it firmly. Aleister pulls away again, his breaths heavy and his eyes dark. “ you see me after a week and the first thought you get is to fuck me in your room just some distance away from your friends and family? ”

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.

Trigger warning: The following chapter contains scenes of sexual assault, abuse, and rape, which may be triggering for survivors. Reader’s discretion is advised. Alinta fearfully stared at the monster before her with wide, disbelieving eyes. Bellinor shifted slightly so that his face was hovering intimidatingly above hers. "Do I make myself clear, dearest?" he spat dangerously and bucked his hips, lodging his tip to a desired locus. Alinta was in complete shock. Tears ran down her cheeks, and she felt terror taking over her. She unintentionally nodded slowly, as fear controlled her movements. Bellinor grinned darkly and gently kissed her inflamed cheek.

"I need a word with my young friend." Castellane melts away without argument. That's power. Real power. The kind I thought I'd have when I became Alpha. Mordaunt guides me toward the balcony with a hand on my elbow. His touch is cold even through my jacket. Dead flesh. I suppress the shiver trying to crawl up my spine. "You're tense," he observes as we step into the night air. London sprawls below us, lights twinkling like the city doesn't contain monsters. "The Beta's defection bothers you more than you're admitting."

(Zorya) (The content of this chapter might be disturbing for sensitive readers. Read with precaution.) I tried to keep eye contact, but the intensity of his eyes had me trembling with fear. He held my life in the palm of his hand. Seeing me lost and still standing, he slowly and lazily shifted on the sofa, his movements fluid like that of a serpent. Even his eyes reminded me of one. “You are my slave. I spent a fortune buying you. And I like my slaves docile, not…” His gaze lazily took me in, and yet the probing depth of it had me recoiling into myself, wishing to hide my exposed skin.

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Story 10: Demon’s Bargain** **Chapter 2** Lila woke up the next morning feeling like she had been fucked by a hurricane. Her body ached in ways she had never imagined. Her pussy and ass were swollen and tender, still leaking faint traces of glowing demon cum that tingled warmly inside her. Her breasts were covered in bite marks and claw scratches. Her throat felt raw from screaming and choking on Azrael’s monstrous cock.

My grip on Hunter's biceps tightened to the point where my nails dug into his skin yet were not strong enough to draw blood from the skin steel alike skin of his, my eyes rolled to the back of my head and my hips shook vigorously. I could not fathom what hidden enchantment his dirty whispers had because the next moment, an overwhelming release washed over me. "Yes, Alpha. Yes!" It let my mouth out without even seeking permission from me whilst I cried out my release my hands falling flat on the bed as I panted for air. "Say it. Then say it." He growled rolling my lip between his teeth. "Tell me how much you want this? Show how much you want me. Say it!" He

He stood at the corner like a bodyguard, acting different while watching Woods and I talk. I narrowed my brows at him and said to the Alpha, "We're not actually close. The only problem is that Alpha Diego has a relationship with Raymond De Great's daughter, Anastasia. And they have... " "Anastasia?" Woods uttered her name in surprise. His eyes came large, like a cord was struck in him or something. I confirmed, explaining what had really led to Anna's entanglement with the Alpha. "He says she's his mate. They are really close," I added that part, feeling disgusted just by calling her his mate.

My mouth flew open. My back arched. My thighs clenched so hard I probably gave myself a charley horse. Because Damon—Damon Thornvale, the scariest, hottest, most emotionally confusing Alpha to ever walk this planet—just whispered the filthiest thing I had ever heard in my life. Luna gagging on Alpha cock. That’s what he said. Out loud. With a straight face. Like it was a perfectly normal Tuesday. I just blinked at him, completely stunned. I was absolutely speechless for about two-point-five seconds, which is saying something because I talk more than I breathe. My brain was glitching. My hormones were screaming. My pussy was already signing up for extra credit.