Sexy Alastor Novels & Stories

Added one more line, because the evidence demanded it even if I wasn't ready for what it meant: Which means they knew I was coming. Before Alastor did.

My body buzzed with nerves, shame, and something darker. The door opened, and his voice cut through me like smoke. “Alessia Cruz.” I looked up. There he was. Dr. Zayn Steele. Tall, broad, tattoos curling up his forearms under his rolled sleeves. His lip piercing caught the light as he gave me that unreadable look. My stomach twisted. “Come in.” I followed him into his office, every step heavier than the last. He gestured to the same chair across from his desk. “Sit.”

Alpha Alain released all of him inside Sasha, plunging and driving right to his hilt. Sasha let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a shriek. Ansel found himself echoing it as well. Alain’s mouth became full of Ansel’s seed. But Sasha’s silken, blazing heat still gripped him, as if his beast does not want to claw its way out yet. Her body was so perfect, fitting right for him. But Ansel’s cock…so this is why Razel and Apollo sometimes fucked each other. Like Sasha’s blazing heat, Ansel remained his leash around his neck—or more precisely, around his tongue and mouth.

Winters hissed, “Is that all you had in your head? What are you, a sex deviant or something?!” “So...” Alastor blinked, picking up her cell phone next to him, warily offering it to her like he was in the presence of a cat about to bite his hand off (which did happened when he was a kid by the way), “You mean we didn't have sex?” He wasn’t sure what kind of upbringing Winters had for a question like that seeming to sound so bizarre to her that Alastor immediately know the answer before she even choked the words out. She looked so scandalized.

“You are so subtle.” “I know,” I offered him before his lips met mine. He tasted like sweat and honey. I pulled him closer to me, attempting to topple him into the tub with me. “You can just ask, you know.” Alastor stood back up leaving me to watch him. He gripped the back of his shirt with one hand and tore it off over his head. His muscles slightly rolled and flexed with every moment. His body was speckled with scars, which I found so sexy. He rolled down his shorts and underwear at the same time. His delicious colossal cock sprung free. His whole body shimmered in faint sweat, it made my mouth water.

It would have been so much better if I hadn't sounded like a complete moron. One side of his lips curved, forming the most perfectly dangerous smirk I had ever seen. I seriously needed someone to punch me and make me behave like a rational person should. "I had yet to introduce myself," he said, deepening his voice as if he knew exactly what kind of effect it would have on me. "I'm Ashtar Malachious, the owner of this club." I felt naked underneath his gaze. Its intensity made me wonder if he could draw out my naughtiest thoughts and recite them. I swallowed, barely remembering that I should introduce myself as well. "I'm Nala Wallace," I managed.

she muttered with closed eyes. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and stared at the circle. The sand was beginning to emit smokes that went up towards the sky, and the candle flame turned blue. Susan stared at the smoke and she could see it was forming images, and slowly it became the image of the very man she hated the most- Logan Stewart, the arrogant young new Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack.

I tell and feel her growl at my words. “We are not going to get hurt. Ii will make sure of it.” She tells me in confidence, and I just hum at her words. It would be difficult to go against an entire nation and the bloodlust Alpha. “Hey, Serena. Did you know Alpha Orion isn’t our mate.” I tell her only to get a threatening growl out of her. “I don’t know how that was possible, but I think my senses were masked. I am sorry.” She apologizes. I don’t fault her for that, and I cannot blame her for something she wasn't aware of.

“Ah, yes, little Nevaeh. She’s safe… for now.” My heart lurched at her words, but before I could voice my concerns, the goddess continued. “I just couldn’t resist the idea of watching two fiery souls like yours behind bars. There’s something incredibly erotic about the desperation of your situation, don’t you think?” I felt rage boiling inside me, but Alora’s hand on my arm was a grounding force. “What do you want from us?” she demanded, her voice steady despite the tremor beneath it.

"The freak who was hunting your scent has completely vanished." Lestat lets out a long, heavy sigh, running his fingers through his dark hair with a look of pure irritation I can't even begin to understand. "Throwing your mouth at a strange Alpha in the middle of the street isn't the smartest survival move," he grunts, placing a heavy palm against my spine as he guides me down the main stone drag of the territory. His walk is completely off... his heavy boots dragging slightly against the dirt, like a warrior fighting off a heavy sleeping hex. Does he have weak knees from our kiss, too? My face burns hotter at the very thought.