Sexy Alastor Novels & Stories

“Ahh… I need you to fuck me. Come home right now.” “I can’t. I have a lot of work to do today since I took a day off when we went to the carnival,” Alastor explained, watching his beautiful mate become a mess before him while calling out to him. To see her in such a state made him want to rush up to her while the need and lust present on her face was making him edge closer to his release.

Blurb SHE HIRED HIM TO TAKE her virginity...but now she wants even more. Sally might be a popular romance writer, but she's never been anything but a flop with sex and love in her personal life. Still a virgin at twentysix and increasingly frustrated by her inexperience, she decides to take matters into her own hands. She hires a talented, sexy male escort to take care of her inconvenient virginity. She assumes one time with Oyin will be enough, but she never dreams how much pleasure he can make her feel. Once isn't nearly enough. Twice isn't enough either. Soon, she becomes one of his regular clients. Sally knows that nothing would be as foolish as falling in love with her paid es

“She remained in the shadows, but her voice and the pain were as clear as day. The pain felt so real that it felt like I was going to die sooner or later.” “That’s the intention, to trap the victim until even death feels like a release from the torture. Only dark magic could have pulled that off, so I’ll hint at this—whoever you’re searching for practices dark magic,” Elyse said. The healer and I shared a glance just as the door opened and Aeros walked in. The women excused themselves, and as soon as a maid appeared behind Aeros with a tray, she served the food and left. Then, Aeros came to sit by my side and helped me up on the bed.

Alastor barked, “I would never want anything to happen to you, Melonie. You don't know how long I have waited to meet you or how hard it was for me without you.” “What rubbish is he spewing now,” I thought. Alastor walked towards me, and in a swift movement, his hands were on my face, “My Melonie,” he called softly and sweetly, “Finally. I get to hold you.” “What are you talking about now?” I asked, pushing him away to avoid his weird acts. He dragged me closer to himself, and this time it was firmer and clearer, “You are mine.” He whispered in my ears.

My nails dug into the hand he had braced against me, seeking something to anchor myself. A deep, guttural growl rumbled from his chest, sending a shiver through me. My eyes fluttered open, dazed, only to meet his half-lidded gaze. “So, this is what you look like when you’re stuffed full of my cock,” he muttered darkly. “Such a filthy little expression, princess.” God. His expression was utterly sinful as he spoke, making him so tempting. A loose strand of hair had fallen over his forehead, casting a shadow across the sharp cut of his cheekbones. This was how Apollo Reed, my boss, looked when he was completely lost in pleasure.

My wrists tugged helplessly against the straps as my legs spread wide and dripping, my body convulsing like a desperate whore begging to me fucked hard and rough. “I—I need—” I sobbed out, the words catching on my tongue as another violent wave of arousal crashed through me. I wanted to be filled, split open and used. My body was no longer mine, it belonged to the serum, to the Trial, to him. Lazarus fucking Thorn. “The rules are pretty simple.” I felt his voice crawl through my veins like poison. “If you can last three hours without cumming, you pass. Be sure not to disappoint me, bunny. I have high hopes for you.”

He was still half a sentence into pack business, still holding the tension of Silas’s warning in his teeth, when his eyes found her. Adrian Cross. Standing close. Smiling. Selene was smiling also. Something under Alaric’s ribs went very still, and then very loud. Mine, his wolf roared, clawing at Alaric to be released, the voice low and immediate, and he had to breathe through the sudden heat that rose up the back of his throat. His vision sharpened at the edges the way it did right before a shift threatened to take him somewhere he couldn’t afford to go — not here, not in a room full of humans who’d start screaming the second his eyes stopped being brown.

on many occasions she had tried to get his attention but Hayden who was said to be a womanizer never indulge himself in something very dirty. " Go ahead Camille, Kyle will show you the way " Jansen interupted his wife's thought , no doubt they all picked up the lust from Camille that Moment. not her fault, every females in double world would love to have the sext Beast. Kyle lead the way to show Camille And her three children their room leaving alone the three men in the living room. Hayden scoff slightly at the tensed atmosphere and he walk towards a sofa with the baby still in his arms. " Not her fault Farrell, i think Beast lord gave me this charm that no one can ever resist " He said out

His hands gripped my hair as he pulled me closer, my back arching as he devoured my lips. I moan into his mouth, my hips starting to move again, a slow, tortuous roll that has him groaning against my lips. I can feel how wet I am, my arousal soaking through my panties, leaving a damp spot on the front of his jeans.His hands tighten on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as they roam my body, each touch sending sparks of pleasure through me. "Josette." He groans my name, and I whimper, molding my front to his, needing him. Heat starts to build up in my core, and I increase my rhythm, my hips jerking, and just when I couldn't take it anymore, he grips my hips, his fingers digging deep,

“Better than anything ever had. She drank it once, and the illness stopped. Her strength returned. Her pregnancy stabilized. When the pup was born, she had the thickest hair anyone had ever seen—long, golden-blonde, with streaks of red like firelight.” I swallow hard. Roxy. “She grew fast, healthy and strong, but one night when she was nine months old, a coven of displaced witches from all over the territories of Vaeloria and Hexeton, broke into the Alpha and Luna’s bedroom. They weren’t old, twisted, or ugly witches. They were young, beautiful, sharp eyed, and cold. They told the Alpha he had stolen from them. That he had taken what didn’t belong to him.” “The Rapunzel flowers,” I murmur.