Regulus Black Ao3 Novels & Stories

Jake’s childhood bedroom door was cracked open. Greg laid her down gently on the comforter, the one Jake had had since high school. He towered over her, peeling off his T-shirt, revealing a toned chest with a trail of silver hair leading down. “Look at you,” he said, voice thick. “So beautiful when you’re angry.” She spread her legs wide, dress bunched at her waist, black lace thong soaked. “Touch me,” she begged. “Make me forget his name.” Greg knelt between her thighs, hooking his fingers in her thong and ripping it off.

“I know something about the rogue’s poison. It can kill regular werewolves for sure, but not the Alpha kind. His alpha bloodline will rise up and fight with the toxin. His wolf will get horny, longing to have sex with its mate in order to get more power. You have to get away from him before it is too late!” Aurora pondered in silence for a little while. “Thanks for letting me know,” she gave Kaelan a faint smile. Kaelan looked stunned. “That’s it?!” Kaelan gasped, sounding infuriated. “Are you even listening to me? He will want to have sex with you tonight! He will even force himself upon you! You can’t give him that chance. I won’t allow it—” “You won’t allow it?” Aurora narrowed her eyes.

The chapel reeked of sex and brimstone, the air thick and humid like a fever dream. Selene Ravencrest was still on her back in the center of the glowing pentagram, chest heaving wildly, her perky breasts glistening with sweat and stray drops of glowing violet precum. Her tiny black lace panties were completely ruined, shoved aside to expose her swollen, puffy pussy lips that continued to twitch and leak from the powerful orgasm Lilithara had already forced from her. The stone floor beneath her was slick with the first messy rivers of her girl-cum, the crimson salt lines now dark and wet.

I needed to be free. "I, Alpha Ethan Sinclair, reject you, Ruby Winters, as my mate and Luna," I spoke the words clearly, the Alpha command vibrating through the room. The moment the words left my mouth, a violent, agonizing pain crashed through my chest. It felt like my soul was being torn in half, a physical ripping sensation that stole the air right out of my lungs. The severed mate bond recoiled violently inside me. My knees buckled under the sheer force of the agony, and I dropped to one knee, gripping the edge of my desk just to keep from collapsing completely onto the floor. Sweat broke out across my forehead as my wolf howled in agonizing torment inside my mind.

It's been a while since he found a willing participant for his rough fun. This female before him was clearly made for him, and he planned to keep her by his side. She didn't seem to mind the idea. Regan dipped his face into the hollow of her sweet-scented neck and ran his tongue along the length of her collarbone. A shiver shook her body. "Mmm, you liked that, didn't you little birdie?" Regan chuckled as he pulled his face from her neck and looked into her eyes. Her eyes were wholly blackened.

The man the world adored. He wasn’t cursed. He was cursing his own blood. I looked down at Roman, fast asleep now against my chest, completely unaware of what I’d just uncovered. His fevered skin pressed against me, burning hot. I held him tighter, not because he needed comfort, but because I needed to keep myself from shaking. Because now, I finally understood. The Blackwoods weren't cursed. It was one man. Reginald Blackwood. Just a man —a father— who decided that no one in his bloodline deserved to live long enough to replace him.

She screamed and arched her body backward from him but he held her back with his legs holding onto her, her eyes were closed and she was wriggling her body frantically now, tears were streaming down her closed and strained eyes. She’s now in heat which means full pain. He removed his finger from her pussy after stroking her down there to ease the burn a little, he rubbed her thigh softly too, and after that, he closed the shower to allow the oil to work its way on her skin. “Pleasssseeeee… help me.. my body is burning… please… blue eyed … blue-eyed man! Please”, Regulus would laugh on a normal day, or if she had called him that when she wasn’t in pain, but he couldn’t, he would tell her his

When we cried out our releases a while later and Regan collapsed on me, I felt a feeling of peace so intense that I knew for certain that it was not mine. Before I could comment on it to Regan, a scorching heat began to trail along my back. “Regan”, I called out in alarm again, knowing for certain that that feeling could not possibly be associated with the mating ritual. He hastily moved off me and I sat up to try to reach across my back to rub away the sensations. “What is the matter?” Regan asked me, worry showing in his eyes. “My back!” I cried out, tears already making their appearance. “It burns!” I told him.

It feels so good, and I'm his pill, an addictive one. "I-I'm... close..." I mewled, and they felt their limit as well. I felt my eyes drooping and my body weakening and all I saw were black spots and soon enough, I fell unconscious. The three men took their cocks out of my hole and squirted cum on my body as if painting it. I tried to open my eyes but was too exhausted to move, and even if I was half awake, I could still feel the heavy gaze of the Regio's three executives on me, stares that can haunt me with illicit pleasure and satisfaction even in the deepest depths of hell.

"Yes, Regina is gone now. You are safe. Everything is fine now. Go to sleep." "But there are others, Lucian doesn't know." She mumbled. I stopped midway and stared at her. What was she talking about? She often spoke things from the past and most of the time they didn't make any sense, except a few times when she did. Like her warning about the witch Regina who wanted me for my hybrid blood. But Regina was dead what was she talking about? I didn't get to ponder on it as she had dozed off soon. Making sure that she was in deep sleep I walked back into the living room. Lucian was not there. I found him on the terrace staring at the river.