Alcina X Reader Novels & Stories

“Desperate.” Arya scoffed, turning away from him. “At least I believe in love. Unlike you, who hides in every woman’s bed because you’re terrified of what love could do to you.” Alaric chuckled. “Not terrified…. I’m just not interested.” Arya ignored him and looked at me with a soft smile. “Do you need me to get you anything, Lana?” I shook my head. “No, thank you.” She blew me a kiss and left. Not long after, Tina walked in with Luca and my mood crashed. They looked like they’d been jogging, judging from their fits and the sweat on their bodies. Her hand brushed his arm and I hated it.

My conscience reminded me. True, I haven’t made this any easier for her either. Alina and I were engaged right after she was born. Even though she was born human, her mother, Sheena Deluca, was actually the descendant of the Cain coven of vampires, one of our strongest allies and one of the Noble families, which makes her Noble born. Apart from that, Sheena and my mother had a deep friendship few understood. So Alina was the perfect bride for me in every way. Except, we don’t get along at all.

Cain cooed as he took his arm out to stroke her cheek. Then suddenly he stopped dead in his track and his gaze froze, as did his body. "Do not think I have forgotten you Cain." Alicia suddenly spoke deadly looking straight at him. "Do not mistake me for a silly girl." She swung her feets over the edge of the blood covered stone alter with ease. "Because I am not that easily corrupted anymore." She reached out to the frozen Cain and slowly took the crystal from him and into her hand. The room fell completely silent as she looked at the stone intently. A small smile appeared on her face as she put the crystal down at her side.

She palms my forehead to check my temperature probably, but the skin to skin contact burns like hell making that pent-up scream escape from my throat. "I am so sorry. I am Alcina. Did the witch give you anything?" she asks me but my mind barely registers her words. I lift one trembling hand to point out at the syringe that lies beside the witch. Alcina picks it up to inspect it but I don't pay attention as another series of cramps hit in my lower abdomen.

Burning with something fierce and furious. She sat up slowly. The soldiers closest to her stepped back. Even Cassandra went still. Alina looked down at her hands. She turned them over, examining them. Then she pressed one palm flat against the altar stone and pushed herself to her feet. She shouldn’t have been able to stand. Twenty minutes ago she’d been bleeding out on a stretcher. But she stood, straight and steady, her dark hair loose around her shoulders, her dress still stained with dried blood. She looked at Cassandra.

I adore every sensation, yet the need to climax soon lingers, and I contemplate using the safe word. The pinwheel retreats, replaced by gentle kisses from his mouth. Slowly kissing down my body, he swings the whip again, prompting moans as I lean forward, supported by the ropes. His hand teases, the leather against my sex inducing moans. The pinwheel presses against my back, followed by the cooling touch of ice. The sensations drive me wild, escalating my moans. His hand trails back up, gripping my body tightly, and his lips meet mine. The leather against my skin pushes me over the edge, and my loud moans confirm the undeniable climax. The whip swings forcefully, and my screams echo as the s

I opened for her, catching her tongue with mine and groaning low in my throat. She tasted like need, like salt and silk and something I hadn’t had enough of since the night I met her. Her hand slipped down my chest, fingers spread as she traced the v of my stomach, her fingers halting just a stroke away from my cock which kicked again as though it wanted to jump into her palm. I grabbed her legs, lifting it to spread her legs further, my fingers digging into the curve of her ass. Alina pulled back just enough to look up at me. “Luca?” Her voice was hoarse and raw and it spread over my skin.

deliciously dangerous, I want to have sex Alina! Get in girl.

He changed the subject. I squinted my eyes but didn’t say anything. He plucked the book out of my hand and adjusted his glasses. It reminded me of Andrew. “Danger clung to him like smoke, yet there was something devastatingly irresistible about the man who hunted monsters for a living,” Alaric read aloud. “Jesus! Vaelora!” He lowered the book and looked at me over his glasses. “Did you write this for a school project or you’ve suddenly picked an interest in fantasy writing?”

Because there he was—Alaric Sinclair, standing under the cascading water, his head tipped back slightly, droplets sliding down the hard planes of his chest, his sculpted abdomen, his powerful thighs— and Oh, God. Heat rushed to my face, but I couldn’t look away. his hands were wraped around his long thick cock, strocking it eagerly. I could see the outline of the angry looking veins on it and I couldnt help but think about running my fingets against it, feeling its pulse. And then—he groaned again, his hand tightening around himself, going faster and faster. "Anna." My knees nearly buckled. Holy. Shit. I should have left. I should have turned around the moment I realized what was happening.