Alastor X Valentino Novels & Stories

VALENTINA "This isn't a joke. You aren't going to that masquerade. You aren't seeing Matteo. You're staying right here where I can see you." "Or what? You'll fire me? "I won’t have another man touch what is mine." "I’ve told you a thousand times, Horace. I am not yours." "Then tell me why you scream my name like a prayer every time we’re in this bed. You’re telling me those three little words just flew out of your mouth because the sex was good?"

He watched her, his eyes dark with a mix of hunger and something that looked almost like a devotion. Her fingers traced down the line of his jawline slowly before sliding lower, circling and playing with his nipples until he let out a jagged breath. "You were a beast last night, Mr. Valentino. But let’s see how well you can handle the heat now that you’re sober.” Then she gripped his cock,slowly guiding him to her entrance. She teased him, hovering at the tip, and rubbing it off on her already dripping hole, watching his blue eyes darken until they were almost black.

She was grateful she was graceful and elegant and looked even more alluring in her red dress. Asher swallowed his saliva heavily. His eyes are intense and reluctant to let go, making Valencia look uncomfortable. Valencia stepped right in front of Asher, who was still looking at her with a look that Valencia found disgusting, "Hey, Asher. Are we leaving now? And stop looking at me so lustfully. You pervert!"

After all these years, his feelings for this woman, no matter how many reincarnations she’s gone through, would always be the same. And as much as he hates to acknowledge it, his dragon heart hasn’t beaten this fast for quite a while already. More importantly, he feels like he can’t lie to her right now. So, a small smile escaped his lips, "That's because I never told you. My name is Valentino." Lucille's eyes widened in surprise. "Valentino? As in the owner of the company?" Valentino chuckled. "Yes, that's me. But let's keep that between us, shall we?"

I finish as he makes another slash across my palm, opposite of the other, forming an X, and again allows my blood to drip into the chalice. Then, he makes a slash across his palm and the scar that decorated his palm from his Alpha ceremony, making an X to match mine. "I, Roman Salvatore Madden, accept you, Amara Alayna Dawson as my mate and Luna. I vow to stand by you, love you, protect you, and cherish you as my mate and your Alpha until the Moon Goddess calls us home," he says as he allows his blood to drip into the chalice, mixing with mine.

Valerie said as she stepped past the redhead into the apartment. Damien sat in his recliner while Nick sat in the other one. She glanced around until she spotted who she assumed was Alan Rogers on the sofa, staring at her with hunger in his eyes. He was a broad-chested man with short blond hair and deep blue eyes. His biceps strained against the fabric of his shirt leading down to thick, powerful fingers she suddenly wanted to feel plunging into her wetness. And god was she wet. She felt the color rise to her cheeks at her thoughts as well as her body’s reaction to simply seeing the man. How had she become such a wanton slut that even looking at a man made her honey stir? Holly closed the do

“A tragedy. Truly.” “Don’t play games with me.” Valerian’s golden eyes narrowed. “You’re accusing me without evidence. Dangerous, even for an Alpha.” “I know your ways, Valerian,” Alexandro growled. “You would do anything to weaken me.” “I would never stoop so low as to abduct a Luna,” Valerian said coolly. “Even I have rules.” Alexandro studied his face, searching for a crack, a flicker of guilt. But Valerian remained unreadable.

His hair was brushed back, his jaw clean, his dark eyes finding me instantly. And God, he looked like a fallen angel. Even Elena Dubois, the event planner of billionaires and royalty flown in from Paris, paused immediately when she saw him, pressing a hand over her heart dramatically. “Oh my God,” she whispered to Giulia, “no one told me the Devil of Milan was this handsome.” Valentino’s lips curved into a soft smirk as he walked toward me. “Can I see my wife for a moment?” he asked, glancing at Elena. Elena clapped her hands, her French accent thick as she teased, “Ah, Don Romano, I know you cannot resist, but we have a schedule! However… for you, two minutes.”

Kael Blackclaw, the Rogue King, disguised himself as a delivery man to assassinate my mate, the Alpha of the Moonbane pack, Lucas Wolfgang. However, it was Valentine's Day that day, and Lucas was busy celebrating a romantic evening with his lover and childhood friend elsewhere. When Kael realized that he had failed in his assassination, he took my daughter, Tina Wolfgang, as hostage and forced me to drink the deadly wolfsbane potion. I tried my best to distract him with lighthearted chatting while sending Lucas an SOS signal through our mind link.

Meanwhile, now Bara had started rubbing hers against a woman who was very ready to be entered by him. Valentino looked away because he felt very annoyed. But the strange thing was that Stefan didn't seem interested in the activities of the two friends. The other man seemed to be enjoying his cigarette without being affected by Valentino's ridiculous voice. Valentino was really confused as to why this kind of place was allowed to open with a lot of plus services. "Don't you want to do it?" Valentino asked Stefan. Stefan just shook his head and finally laughed. "I'm not an animal like them," Stefan said frontal.