Daniel Seavey Smut Novels & Stories

It was obvious that Nashita and Aaron were dangerous enemies that didn't play fair in the slightest. My heart almost leaped out of my chest when I felt a hand touch me. I turned and sighed seeing that it was Daniel in only his pyjama trouser. "Afraid?" He smirked and I sighed, rolling my eyes. "Don't you do that again." I scolded, "Do you want to kill me?" "Kill you, My Love? How can I? You are too valuable to me for that." He smirked again, trapping me against the bathroom vanity.

Daniel drove in faster. “Ah!...oh baby…ah!” More cum poured out Both pant. Her mouth is filled with his cum. She swallowed it and smiled. Daniel placed his wet dick between her breasts and fucked them again. Eva rubbed his balls, causing him to drive faster. Both moaned pleasurably.

It was beautiful, it was perfect, it was the product of our unusual lust. Panting, voice hoarse, I could barely hold myself up over the table anymore as Daniel kept his cock buried inside of me. "You're mine, now, Olivia. You'll always be my personal slut." He let out a deep breath, tragically withdrawing his cock from me. I felt his seed start to leak out and go down my leg. It was such a sweet yet somber feeling, a reminder that my body was nothing more than a depository for his cock. It felt so sinful, so wrong to think of myself like that, while also feeling sexy to do so at the same time.

She whispered but Ashley's ears seemed to be working the other way round as she pressed more on the cheeks. "Confess!" "Fine, I will confess." Sammie pushed her away and rubbed her cheeks with a sour expression while Ashley had a victory for having been able to make her speak up. She smirked when Sammie gave her one of her deadliest looks. "Alright, speak up." "I am dating Daniel." Ashley was still smiling and blinking her eyes like a cutie, "Who is Daniel?"

He could see it now, one week later, Jane would come out of her room and she would see how well he was doing with little Timmy and maybe, just maybe she would fall madly and deeply in love with this oh-so-suave CEO…. Wait. What’s that smell? No sooner did the smile start to spread on Daniel’s face, his nose became assaulted with a smell worse than the stench of decay. And all too soon, the air in the living room laced with the toxic smell of Timmy’s poop. It became the chamber of death and Daniel almost threw up on the floor. Fuck. I’m screwed.

“Why do you care? You’re my professor. And more than that—you’re my mother’s husband. You have no right to—” “To feel it?” he cut in, voice low, strained. “I know I shouldn’t. God knows I’ve tried to ignore it. But every time I see him near you, every time I see you smile at him…” He dragged a hand through his hair, frustrated. “It makes me want to tear the ground apart.” My throat tightened. Daniel’s hands. His mouth. Memories flashed unbidden — heat, mistakes, the sex I had with him. And yet Sebastian’s words cut sharper because they were forbidden, dangerous.

My eyes lit up as I slipped on gloves and began peeling the shrimp. This time, Daniel was the one looking miserable. His face had drained of color, and he could barely lift his fork, sipping water constantly. Just as I bit into a piece of salmon, a foul stench wafted through the air. I covered my nose and shouted, "What is that smell? Did a sewer explode?"

Daniel felt someone gaze burning hole on the side of his face, very slowly he tilted his face to the side away from the outside view and was met with the honey orbs of the girl he loved to no end. Daniel smirked lightly, leaning back on the grill of the balcony, taking another huge puff out of his blunt, when he saw how disappointed Hazel looked. He never smoked in front of her knowing well how much she disliked it but today he was rubbing in her face that he does not care about her anymore. But only if that was the truth.

With tense shoulders and unruly hair, Daniel approaches the car and opens the back door, then battles his way into the small car. As soon as he gets in, his scent makes me frown. It smells like wet, musty dead-earth, like something black. And when I turn a little to look at his stupid face, I realize it looks pretty bad too. "Why are you locked in here with this beta in the middle of your heat?" Is the first thing Daniel asks, meeting my eyes and starting to smell angry over his dead-earth smell. God, he looks so bad is starting to distress my wolf. Is he sick too?

Serafine’s POV David gritted his teeth. “Fuck you man. I was only going to say, Serafine. What do you think of me, that I'm weak, forgetting we are the same?” Damien buffed. “Are we the same? Do you have a beast in your head?” I stared speechlessly at them. “Leave them, they won't fight.” Daniel said to me through his thoughts, he came up to me and took my hand, kissing and licking it.