Daphne Harry Ao3 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Damon had been obsessed for eight long months. It started the day the moving truck arrived next door. He was in his kitchen, coffee in hand, when she stepped out—Chloe Harper, twenty-nine, golden blonde hair cascading down her back, cutoff denim shorts riding high on tanned thighs, a white tank top stretched tight over full, heavy breasts that swayed with every step as she helped unload boxes. Her husband, Ethan, was already barking orders into his phone, barely glancing at her.

I had to have her right now. “H-Hades,” she moaned the name, her head thrown back in pleasure as she rubbed herself against me. I couldn't help but freeze for a brief moment, my breath quickening and tightening as a wave of jealousy washed over me, but it was just a brief moment before I began my relentless pace. “I am not Hades, Davina,” I licked the nip of her ear, and her eyes widened as if she had just realized who she was with. “D-Draven.” She tried to pull away, but I held her still and pulled her closer before grinding my hips against her roughly, feeling her shake from my touch alone.

Without another second of hesitation, I pushed open the door and walked into the unknown… “Daisy” This time it was a low baritone voice that sent shivers to my spine. “Gorgeous little thing” another said, emerging from the darkness with hungry lustful eyes. I felt a tingling sensation in my coochie. From nowhere, I felt a presence behind me, followed by a gentle graze of a finger on the back of my neck. I’m not kidding when I say I felt something slide down my thighs. Is it possible to be that wet….enough to make you drip?

Daphne’s POV My heels clacked violently against the marble floor, heart thundering louder than the music behind me. The scent was still wrapped around my senses like a curse — three scents, all different, all intoxicating. Earthy pine. Rain-drenched smoke. Warm cinnamon. I didn’t want to think about it. But it's all I could think about. Didn’t want to know what it meant. But I already knew Mate... or should I say mates. My chest squeezed so tight I thought I might pass out.

Daphne knew better than to glance at his phone. The first ring she ignored, letting it vibrate against the nightstand while his mouth pressed hers. The second time it buzzed, she was already lost with her wrists pinned above her head by one of Storm’s large hands, his body moving deep inside her intimate flesh in that slow, devastating pattern that always made her forget every boundary they’d drawn three years ago. The Alpha’s bedroom carried the scent of sex and warm cedarwood, undercut by the faint, artificial lemon from the diffuser Katerina had given him months ago. Daphne hated that smell. It felt like an intruder, a reminder that she was never truly alone with him.

—DAPHNE: Bad decisions were dangerous things, they never arrived all at once. They slipped quietly beneath your skin, spreading slowly until they became impossible to separate from your blood. And standing this close to Alpha Bellamy, with his breath mingling with mine and his chest brushing against my body beneath the water, I knew with terrifying certainty that I was about to make one. “What now?” he asked softly. The roughness in his voice sent warmth curling through me so intensely I nearly purred. Instead, I smirked and forced myself to move away from him before my self-control completely shattered.

Daphne’s voice is husky with her pleas. “I do not want to hurt you sweetheart. Lay back and let me love you.” I gently press Daphne down on the bed. I move to more of an up right position and slowly insert one finger in her tight canal, using my thumb to continue rubbing her clit. I use my other hand to play with her nipples. I want to see her cum again. Once she starts moving her hips in rhythm with my finger and pressing her hips down on it, I slide another finger in. Her eyes widen a little at the feeling but soon she is pressing down again. I love feeling her wet pussy gripping my fingers. I know that she is close to orgasming as she closes her eyes and is moving her hips faster.

Harper wiped a tear from her own face and hugged me tightly. “Why are you crying, silly girl?” I asked softly. “I’m so happy, Daphne,” she said, her voice catching. “You’ve gone through so much in this pack. You’ve been pushed down, judged, almost lost everything, and now…” she trailed off, overwhelmed with emotion. She held me closer. “I’ve always been your number one fan, Daphne. I always will be,” she whispered. I laughed softly and hugged her back. “I know, Harper. You’re my second love after Theo, obviously,” I teased, making her giggle. The other ladies laughed along, and for a moment, the tension in the room eased.

I mean, she had given me all sorts of looks but that one just hit differently- it somehow made me want to regret my decision but truth to be told, I did not regret it and I could do it a million times over. My father would not kill or severely harm Harrison unless he plans to hurt and kill me so I am quite satisfied by that. I mean, it had been two days and I had not sensed any kind of danger on my mate so it was probably a good sign. The only thing my father could really do was keep us away from each other and even though I hated being away from him a lot, I knew it was my only thread of hope at the moment. Narrator’s POV. Daphne sat on her throne with a bottle of wolfsbane in her hand, she

DAPHNE ======= His mouth was warm. Slick. Insanely wet. His tongue rolled around my left? Right? I didn't know but it curled around one of my nipples, whilst his finger pinched the other. I arched, pushing my nipples deeper into his mouth. Another sinful moan slipped from my lips. I pushed my fingers into his scalp, clutching his hair tightly, like it was the only thing keeping me sane. Maybe it was. I felt his teeth pressed against my nipple grinding them as he sucked. “ Fuckkkkk…” I rasped, my voice so loud it surprised me.