Damian Cowper Novels & Stories

“I know I’m just a nominal Luna and I have no right to expect you to stay loyal to me. It’s part of our contract, no? I’ll accept it as long as you keep your part of the bargain. You need to help me seize back my pack and my company.” Damien stepped closer and pinched my chin so I wouldn’t escape his gaze, even though I had always looked into his eyes ever since we started our conversation. He growled with his eyes kept changing between his eyes and his wolf’s. “Tell me the truth,” he snarled. “Did you really feel nothing about what you saw before? That you were okay with me kissing another woman? Or even fucking them? Tell me straight to my face that you feel nothing.” Was he angry? But why

Chuckling, Damian drawled, "What's the point of bringing anyone else with us? It'll only take me a minute to beat him to the ground. "I wouldn't have even bothered to waste my time on him if not because I didn't want him to show up at Spencer Corporation tomorrow and interrupt my wife while she's at work. "Come on, then. Let's hurry up. I can't wait to get home and sleep once I'm done with him." He yawned and even stretched lazily, the sight of which made Fergus' lips twitch. Fergus didn't know what to say. Damian was about to challenge Lupin, the fearsome madman who'd struck fear into the hearts of everyone in Cloudcove 20 years ago. Would it kill him to take things more seriously?

Damian head collapsed back on the sofa rest with the tip of his cock coated with cum. Fuck! This is so addicting. I had just came but I was so very much turned on. Damian dark and desirable eyes fixate on me and he muttered breathlessly. "The next time we meet I am going to fuck you senselessly that you won't be able to feel your legs for the whole day,"

“We need eyes in his alliances. The packs that owe him fealty. The ones that trade through his borders. I want every den, every crossing point, every hidden route marked. He can hide from me, but he can’t hide from what’s loyal to him. I’ll find her through them.” Damian hesitated. “And if you do? Have you thought of what you would do if she willingly went to him, Liam? I understand that you want to believe that she didn’t, but my question is, if she did. What are you going to do about it? Because it seems to me that you are not thinking clearly when it comes to that.”

Damian said he wanted us to go on this trip now, that we were young and healthy, after listening to my former CEO talk about how he would love to go on a world tour after his wife recovers. His wife died a few weeks after the party. God bless her soul. Tomorrow is not certain, what we have is now. We should do all we can, in making it count. We bid our farewells to our friends and family before we took off. My mum and his mum would be taking care of Alex before we get back. "So Mrs. Anderson, now that we are alone, what do you need from me, name anything you need, and you will have it," Damian said seductively.

Damian sat at the head of the table. He did not look at me. Until he did. And when he did, it felt deliberate. One of the house staff stepped behind my chair to refill my coffee. She had worked for the Coles for years. I knew her face. She smiled politely as she reached for my cup. "That's enough," Damian said without looking up. The woman paused. "Sir?" "She doesn't need more." I looked down at my half empty cup. "I'm fine." He finally lifted his eyes to mine. "You've had enough."

Damian was the kind of husband that would make sure his wife wouldn't be able to cheat on him. He always made me crave for more and that's what's going on right now.. He made me turn around with my back facing him in reverse cowgirl and began slamming deeper into my cunt.. I was a moaning mess and urge him to f*CK me harder which he did as his lips found its way to my bare back.. My legs trembled in pleasure as he thrust in and outta me.. “ Want more, Baby?” He asked and I nodded unconsciously.. “Yes! F*CK me harder!” I begged and he gave in to my demands but careful enough not to hurt me..

came the equally thunderous response from his audience. “Good! Now get your asses back to work!” He ordered. After they left, Baines turned to see one person had stayed behind. It was the dead cop's partner, Damian Wayde. Damian was tall with tanned skin that was a result of staying outdoors most of the time, and a barely receding hairline of curly hair that was one of the most remarkable things about him.

He opened it with shaking fingers, Damien still asleep beside him, arm heavy across his waist. “Damien Vale reinstated effective immediately. Ostin City confirms return to head coach role. No further sanctions.” Attached photo: Damien signing papers at league HQ—face calm, professional, but eyes searching off-camera like he was looking for Martin in the crowd that wasn’t there. Martin stared at the screen until it blurred. Heart raced. The wait was ending.

Damian's last name was Moretti. Lorenzo Moretti's Moretti.