Damian Wayne X Male Reader Novels & Stories

It was wet, ready, and aching. “You can lie all you want. But your body knows the truth,” Damian whispered. His fingers rubbed my clit slowly. “You’re mine. No one else can fvck you like I do.” A loud moan slipped from me before I could stop it. My thighs trembled, and I could feel his cock getting harder against me. Damian was right... my body was screaming for him, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. “Stop,” I cried, pushing at his chest. My voice was shaking. “I’m with Wesley now!”

said Damian with a smirk . " Stop the nonsense ! He is like a brother to me . He is my best friend . We have grown together . I will definitely not allow anyone to harm him or his child . That child is my godson . " said Alex with a harsh tone . Damina looked at Alex carefully trying to see what he was really thinking . ' ....he doesn't look like he is lying . The friendship between these guys is really good..... ' thought Damian with a smirk . " If you know who I am then you should also know how busy I am . I have no other purpose apart from just recuperating . " said Damian .

Dante’s imagination and fascination with mid-evil torture divides a gore makes him one of those people who would take enjoyment out of watching someone slowly bleed out while watching them suffer until he gets his answers. Damien is the level headed, silent one who you’d think would be the scariest but he’s not, he’s more methodical when it comes to his plans and what I’ve come to learn makes him grate at mental interrogation. Like one of those people who with a single glance can detect the smallest of micro movements and know your intentions or that your lying. Then there’s Damitri the man with a plan and an irritation fuse so sort he’s most likely to slap the shit out of someone sir sniffl

Damien quickly turned up the volume so Lucian could hear too. “Good day, Alpha,” Damien greeted respectfully, using Xander’s title instead of his name. “Good day to you too, my fellow Alpha,” Xander replied, his tone equally formal. “I’d like to ask if you’ve found any clue about my mate yet,” Damien asked, tapping his fingers lightly on the desk. “Well, about your mate…” Xander’s tone shifted slightly. “She’s in my pack, but I won’t let you have her until you do me a favor.”

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

“Yes. And Damian is a wolf. You’ve learned quite a lot in such a short time.” My knees felt weak. I leaned against the wall for balance. “Stay away from me,” I whispered. But he only laughed, leaning back again, his voice smooth like velvet. “Do you know how easy it is to read you? How easy it is to smell what lingers on you? Damian was here last night. Wasn’t he?” His grin widened, cruel and knowing. “Yes. He touched you. He marked you. He fucked you.” “Stop!” I shouted, my cheeks burning hot. “Shut up!”

Before he left Roman walked up to her, and Raven was caught off-guard, his scent was really good and he was way more handsome up close. "Can I have your number?" "Sure," Raven told him her digits and he saved it. "Talk to you later." Roman winked at her as he went out and when she looked next to him she found Damien watching her. He didn't say anything to her as he also walked out after Roman Early access to chapters: www.patreon.com/taniashava

Damian introduced. “Hi,” everyone greeted. “It’s an honor to meet the great Calvin Ink,” Owen said enthusiastically. “Truly honored.” “Owen, slow down,” Damian warned. “He’s not gay. I have some guys you might like. They should arrive anytime now.” Damian’s words barely settled before Owen chuckled. “Damian, when I see a gay man, I know. And I know he’s not gay,” Owen said confidently. “Haha… I’m a top, but honestly, I wouldn’t mind being the bottom if he ever shows interest.”

Before I could react, the door was yanked open. I stumbled forward, my knees weak, my heart lodged in my throat. Damian stood there, pants still undone, his cock still hard and glistening in the light. He didn’t bother covering up. He just smiled slowly, knowing and dangerously predatory. “So,” he said casually, like we were discussing the weather, “you’re the one who writes smuts huh?” His smile widened. “I’m a fan.”

Damian whispers against his ear, voice low and commanding, “Tonight, you belong to me. Every shiver, every heartbeat, every breath. And tomorrow… we face them together. Side by side. No one takes you from me. Not my father. Not my brother. No one.” Eli trembles slightly but nods, pressing his forehead against Damian’s chest. “I’m yours. Always.” Damian smiles darkly, tugging him closer, his hands moving along Eli’s back in a possessive, controlled rhythm. “Good. That’s exactly how it should be.” They stay like that for hours, the apartment quiet except for their whispers and soft movements. Every touch, every brush of fingers, every low murmur, is both a reassurance and a preparation. Damian