Damian Wayne X Male Reader Novels & Stories

That sounded like bad news and not at all like someone we would to have as a packmember, but I would hear him out for Angelina. “What’s in the pictures?” Damian didn’t reply, staring at his shoes. “Damian, what is in the pictures? I need to know what I’m getting myself into. We don’t just accept anyone.” “Don’t you though? Luna Lily, you let rogues, humans, your gamma is a female and gay too.” Damian said. Now I was getting annoyed. We didn’t just open our gates to everyone and Jara was so much more than just a gay woman. I growled and Damian took a step back.

“So she wouldn’t be a boring wife, Butler Jim.” “Oh, whatever. Will you tell her who you are then?” the Butler asked again. “I’d say I’m some Mr. Wade. Stop asking questions.” “Just be careful with women, Sir Damien, that’s all.” Damien sighed, the old man worried more than his mother. “Your Sir Damien would be getting married soon.” The car stopped and Damien got out. “Get used to it. Now goodbye.” While Arya waited for her romantic counselor, after Dean had gone, she received a text from her father. She was unwilling to open it but did, due to curiosity.

From the sound of his voice, he knew that complete maturity had not set in. " You call the shots. How can you help me?" He replied putting his ego aside. " Really, never did I think I'm that a day would come when the infamous Alpha Damien would possess another emotion asides from being cold." He replied, and texted Alpha Damon. _He's calling me back, what should I tell him?_ _ I hope you are not involved in a chit chat with him?_ Damon replied. _Not really._ _ Wayne, are you stupid? He is tapping your call which could lead him here._ Alpha Damon didn't know that they had already gotten his information.

She is going to hate me if she finds out I have been smooching her stepbrother. "Hey babe," Damian said while coming into the bedroom and disconnecting me from my thoughts. He climbed on the space beside me as he removed his shorts he was on leaving just his boxes, I shyly look away. "You are still shy aren't you?" he said as he teases my neckline with his tongue and inhales my scent, placing soft kisses on my lips. he looked into my eyes and said

“He will. Because men like Damien don’t love — they consume.” She swallowed hard. “And you’re different?” “Yes.” She laughed — a tiny, disbelieving sound. “I don’t even know you.” “You should.” My voice dropped lower. “You really should.” She stepped back again, but I grabbed her wrist — gently, not enough to alarm anyone watching, but firmly enough to keep her attention. “Listen to me,” I said. “Damien is spiraling. His obsession is turning into something dangerous. He won’t let you breathe without choking on his shadow.”

Wayne bows deeply and retreats, the door clicking shut behind him. Damian stands alone for a moment, the plan solidifying in his mind. He strips efficiently, shedding his clothes until his skin is bare to the air. His cock hangs heavy between his thighs, already thickening with the anticipation of the hunt. He pulls a silk robe from the wardrobe, sliding the smooth fabric over his broad shoulders and tying it loosely at the waist. It hides nothing, the slit gaping open to reveal his muscular legs and the shadow of his manhood. He does not believe there is an omega alive who can resist him when he decides to make a move, and he intends to prove it tonight.

"And you know I'm right. If we control the narrative, we control the story. If we let her write whatever she wants, she'll get it wrong." Damian sighed. He looked at the manuscript. He looked at Sebastian's face. He thought about the hearing, the tribunal, the league. About all the people who had tried to tear them apart. "Fine," Damian said. "We'll cooperate." Sebastian grinned. "But no sex scene." "One sex scene." "Half a sex scene." "One full sex scene. With details." "Implied details." "Graphic details." Damian threw a pillow at him. Sebastian caught it and threw it back.

They could smell the inexperience on my fictional characters, the fumbling uncertainty of a man who’d only ever seen a real cock in a gym locker room. I needed inspiration. I needed the real thing. I needed to see it, to hear it, to smell the sex in the air until it was so thick I could choke on it. And I knew exactly where to get it. Damian. He wasn’t just a guy; he was a myth. The captain of the lacrosse team, with a face that could make angels weep and a body that looked like it had been carved from granite and sin. The rumors about him were epic, whispered in hushed, reverent tones in dark bars and sticky dorm rooms. They said he was insatiable, a god of pleasure who left a trail of sati

rotic interest – which is exactly what the wiley wolf intended. “And since I’m such a generous mate, I thought I might give you the chance to redeem yourself.” Damian bares his fangs, all predator now. “By doing exactly what I tell you to do, no matter how scandalous it sounds..” His words trail off into a low growl, and I swear my se.x spasms as if it’s already on the verge of climax. “You’ll follow my orders exactly, so that even though it will be your own hands, it will feel like I’m the one playing your sweet body like a fiddle – and I’m going to watch every moment.”

She hated herself and she longed for Xavier. Damian was going crazy. Her body was driving him mad. Of all the women he had bedded, she was the sweetest and he vowed never to let her go. His initial plan was to have a taste of her, but now he would never let Xavier have her. He cupped her slim waist in both hands while his eyes never left the large lobes of her ass. He slipped his cock into the slippery crack between her butt cheeks and he rocked against her, rubbing his hardness against those soft enticing mound of flesh. He was very hard now and moisture could be seen on the tip of his erection. He released her waist and cupped her breast, kneading the nipples and feeling the heaviness in h