Valentino X Alastor Novels & Stories

One hand fisted in my hair at the nape, tilting my head exactly how he wanted it; the other slid down to grip my ass through the sapphire silk, kneading hard enough to make me gasp into his kiss. Vincenzo pressed in from behind like a shadow given heat and weight. His broad chest sealed against my back, arms caging me between them. He didn’t kiss my neck—he simply breathed me in, nose dragging along the sensitive column of my throat, inhaling the scent of my arousal like it was incense. His hands settled on my hips, thumbs stroking slow arcs that sent shivers racing down my spine. Valentino remained a step apart, silver eyes burning as he watched us. He’d already shed his shirt; the fireligh

** THE ALPHA CELEBRATION CONT’ ** Valentino growls and turns, still holding her wrist and slaps her hard, then he lets her go, nodding to henry to do the same as he slaps her again, this time knocking her to the floor. Malik growls low as he gets back to his feet and then watches as Valentino follows her down and lays over top of her. Valentino uses that Malik had lifted her skits and ripped off her panties, along with how she landed on the floor to his advantage and laid down in between Yasmine's legs.

He's already behind me, and his expression terrifies me. “You know how much attention you paid to me during our first encounter, don't you?” “…” I didn't say anything as I fixed my look on his blue eyes with a red lining. What's going on with these brothers? Why do their eyes have a crimson lining? "You're clueless, aren't you? Like you said previously, you have no idea what you're talking about. I was going to see Viscount Dernst back then, but you ruined my plans, so I wound up asking you to be my partner for my birthday at my brother's office," he stops, but when I look down at his body, I can see that his sleeves are undone for three buttons, I gasped briefly when I noticed his white sle

I replied, my voice almost shaky. “Drop the honorifics, Rose. We’ve gone past that stage, don’t you think?” He asked with a wicked smile that wasn’t supposed to scare me, but it ended up turning me on, making my insides ache. Valentino was worse than the other brothers. This one made me want him, even if I knew it was dangerous. “Sure about that?” Valentino moved his face close to mine as he stared at me, hating how my wolf jumped at the look he was giving me.

My fingers curl around the glass again, about to lift it, but it’s gone before I can even blink. I pause. Slowly turn my head. Dominic is holding it. He fricking snatched my drink. My lips stretch into a smile instantly, soft, sweet, picture perfect as I lean slightly toward him like nothing is wrong, like this isn’t about to become a problem. “No one snatches my drinks, Dominic Cantrell,” I murmur under my breath, my tone still light enough that anyone watching would think I was whispering something affectionate. His jaw tightens just a fraction but his expression doesn’t change, his own smile just as convincing as mine as he tilts his head slightly closer. “I will not associate myself with

"Please, I'm sorry. I'll never look at another man again, I swear it." Valerio's eyes flashed with dark desire. In a swift movement, he lifted me, carrying me to the bed where he laid me down, looming over me like a god of retribution and passion. His hands made quick work of my remaining clothes, baring me completely to his scorching gaze. "You're mine, Althea," he growled, trailing hot kisses down my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. "Every inch of you belongs to me, and I will make sure you never forget it."

And now, in a cruel twist of fate, I was shackled to the very monster who’d spent those ten years dreaming of my death. Matteo Cruz Valentino. The Biker Alpha. El Lobo. My mate. I clenched my jaw as the memory of that kiss burned behind my eyes. It had been fire and ice, chaos and control. He didn’t kiss me like someone fulfilling a bond. He kissed me like someone trying to punish me—with tongue, teeth, and fury. I could still feel his hands in my hair. Still taste the bitterness of his hate. And now I was supposed to what? Stand next to him while he pretended to claim me in some twisted mating ceremony?

The receptionist at the front didn't recognize me because I never used this entrance, but before I could tell her who I was and who I was here to see, Valentine stepped off the elevator. I smiled at him as I watched him swagger over to me, his Navy blue suit crisp as aways. He looked like he'd just stepped out of an Armani ad and the grin he wore said he knew it. "Good afternoon Ms. Alexander. I see you are both beautiful and prompt," he said coming over, wrapping an arm around me and giving me a kiss on the lips. I was as shocked for a minute as I didn't take Valentine for a PDA at work kind of guy, but I wrapped my arms around him and opened my mouth for his demanding tongue. He pulled

“Just keep me posted if there is anything that I need to know, and I still want you to keep an eye on the Francesco case. I don’t know where Killian is considering that he left Los Angeles long before we did, but he won’t be too far. If anything, right now, the man is back for revenge.” “Yes, boss, I will do so.” Viktor said, and Alvize nodded at the man through the mirror before both hung up. He turned his attention to me and I raised an amused eyebrow, waiting for an explanation on what he planned. However, he simply turned the stereo on. Music played in the background, but I could tell that he was making sure to keep the tone low enough for the two of us to have a conversation. It was som

His tongue thrust inside my slit, moving in and out like it was a dick. “Oh my. Damon, fuck.” He broke away for a second. “Mr Valentino works too.” Then he dived back into eating me like I was a meal. Was that a kink of his? Did he get turned on by being addressed as Mr Valentino? I could barely keep my hips still but that didn’t stop him. While licking around my clit, he inserted a finger in me. When it went in too easily, he added another finger. I let out a cry. “Fuck.”