Sexy Alastor Novels & Stories

"I saw those naked pictures that day, so don't act holy." He applied speed, driving further into this dark path he took. I don't even know where he's heading to nor do I know my way around this place. "The way you fingered your wet pussy so hungrily. Your hands grabbing your hard nipples." "Shut up!" I sparked, hitting his hand again from touching me. But this time, he grabbed my wrist tightly and pulled me closer, as he applied a break to his car, stopping in the middle of nowhere! I stared back into the glowing scary eyes of the Gamma, which made me shiver in my spot. Then Jay said, more like warned, "Don't push me, Anastasia. You don't want to know how dangerous I can be when it comes to

“Feel how wet I am for you. Feel how much I need you. You’re not their subject anymore. You’re my Alpha. My mate.” Kael’s rhythm faltered as the failsafe fought back, but the pleasure seemed to weaken it. His eyes cleared slightly. “Elara… I don’t deserve you.” “You do,” I sobbed, kissing him fiercely. “We both made mistakes. Now we fix them together.” The bond blazed brighter than ever. I came hard around him, my orgasm triggering a massive resonance wave that rippled through the entire tunnel system. Corporate soldiers screamed as their weapons malfunctioned. Traitors clutched their heads. Even Varen staggered.

But it didn’t, something solid caught her - a strong palm closed around her waist before she could hit the ground, which stopped her fall and pulled her against a hard chest. Alessia inhaled sharply when his scent hit her. Tobacco, Scotch and this well-known, disgustingly expensive cologne. Her heart blew in her throat. She forced her heavy eyelids open. Cassian. He stood above her, tall and imposing in a black shirt with an open collar, and exposed the dark ink of the tattoos that climbed into his throat to his jaw. His pale silver eyes were focussed on her with a look she couldn’t read. The corner of his mouth rose. There was no pity or warmth in his gaze, only control, his fingers clutchi

He was trying his best not to growl. “The Goddess hates me.” He said before he brushed his palms over his face. “Fuck, no! I take that back. Selene doesn’t hate me. She gave me the best mate. I am not complaining. But I don’t know what to think anymore.” “Me too. Alastor didn’t say anything about the mate bond, but he knows I’m pregnant. I think that’s why he trapped me into making a deal with him. He wants to see her as she grows up.

If I don’t leave now, I’ll break down completely. "Now you know the bastard you've been fucking." A snarky voice slices through the moment. Bastian stiffens instantly, his muscles tensing like a coiled spring ready to strike. I turn around, already knowing who it is. Alfonso. He looks so much like Bastian, yet, in my eyes, he doesn’t even come close. Where Bastian is intense, overwhelming in the way that makes my knees weak, Alfonso is just... off. "If you’re so desperate for someone to fuck your pretty cunt, maybe I’ll oblige you. You never know, I might be better," he sneers, flashing me a smile that makes my stomach churn with disgust.

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.

It’s bigger than before, making my body shake. Houston’s hand snakes up, trailing up my stomach. It reaches my neck, and he gently grabs hold. I feel his lips on my cheek, pressing lightly. They move around to my lips, and he captures them in a searing kiss. His tongue pushes into my mouth, and I let it. My breathing is erratic, and my emotions are all over the place. His lips move from my lips to my neck. He sucks on the spot where his mark should go, and my eyes roll in the back of my head. He pulls his lips away, and I feel his eyes on me. I struggle to open my eyes and meet his gaze. “I want you, Alayasia. Can I have you?” I can’t speak. My mouth isn’t working, and my voice isn’t there.

… And the darkness that awaited. ********** “Haaa…” A teenage boy ran his fingers through his dark brown hair as he held his beloved with a single hand. His muscular physique made it obvious that he was a strong warrior, but his obsessive blue eyes were tainted with darkness—unbefitting of a noble knight. As he hungrily eyed the unconscious girl in his arm, the same way a starving predator would its prey, he smiled widely. “You’re finally going to be mine… Alicia.” * * * [A/N]

The books here were faintly covered in dust. As he reached out to the top shelf, his eyes fell on a familiar thick black book lying on the floor. The Art Of The Body. Before he could stop himself, his eyes flicked up and locked with Scarlett. She didn't look away, but a deep blush gradually spread across her cheeks. That book brought back memories, and for a moment, he forgot the unspoken tension between them. He looked away finally and pulled out several dusty books from the shelf. Two were about old werewolves, one about vampires, and the last one was about witches.

Aliya When I woke up I realized I was alone. Thank god for that, I am not sure I could face Brayden this morning. I have no idea what the fuck has gotten into me lately. All I can think about is having my way with him. I was never like this before. I know that we as wolves are very sexual and I know the fae can be just as bad. Angels can go either way, but the way I have been acting is definitely out of the norm. I grab a shirt, which happens to be Brayden’s, and walk into the bathroom. I link Dr Nelson asking if I can talk with her today. Normally I would go to Dr Branson but not with this kind of talk. I need a woman’s opinion and knowledge. I step out of the shower and quickly