Daphne Harry Ao3 Novels & Stories

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

Chapter 3: The Alpha's Possession** --- Damon's dark eyes fell on her, and he could feel her trembling beneath his gaze. His eyes never left her until she exited the courtyard. Damon’s smirk was replaced with a grim expression as he turned to his right-hand man, Alfred. "Take her body to my pets in the dungeon," Damon ordered, and Alfred quickly obliged. Alfred, who had served the Alpha as his Beta and right-hand man, wasted no time passing the instructions to the guards. Something told him his Alpha was in a bad mood, and irritating him further was not the wisest choice—unless he had plans of ending up six feet under.

"I...had...done so many things that hurt you in the past, this is my chance to make up for you. " I apply pressure to his wound. "You could have done it in another way." He spits out so much blood over me. "I..hope..you will be happy with Alpha William. I need... you to...do one more favour for me." "What is it?" He holds my hand. "I.. need you to reject me so that you and I will have closure. I want..want you to... to live happily with him." I nod my head in response. I look at him with teary eyes, "I, Belle Daphne, reject you, Alpha Blake, as my mate."

She moans again, about to reach her first orgasm. “Tell me you like this.” Daniel's voice sounds like a plea. Harper's lower part tightens around his fingers. He senses it. The culmination is near. “Yes. I love it,” she hisses and continues to move her hips cheekily, to feel more friction between her vagina and Daniel's hand. “Ah! Yes! Ah! Hmm…” Harper groans… gasps… hisses… “Yeah baby. Let's go! Come for me. Give it to me,” he whispers.

I informed her, bringing the cop of tea to my lips. "Well, Aphrod-" she stopped abruptly and I looked up, wondering why until I saw her eyes fixated on the daffodil, "what is that?" she asked me as she took it from my pillow. "It is a daffodil, Lydia." She frowned, shaking her head, "I know what it is. Where did you get it? Our gardens do not have daffodils." I nodded, "a young gentleman gave it to me," I told her honestly, and a smile grew on my face as I thought of the lad, "his name is Sebastien Harrington," I further informed.

Can she feel me hold her in place as she tumbles over the edge? Daphne’s body shudders from head to toe, the waves of her orgasm rolling through her. Two of her fingers thrust inside her slit and work herself through new heights while her torso turns and she all but bites the pillow. I’m ready to burst myself. The way her breasts strain against the fabric of her nightie, her hardened nipples begging for attention… The way her lips pucker and tremble the needier she gets, and the way her breathing staggers as she reaches the edge of release…

Daphne defended herself. That night when I had found out he was a boy, I had almost burnt down her secret library to the ground in anger. Daphne’s voice dropped to a reverent whisper: > “From ash and anguish shall he rise, A boy in flesh, a beast in truth. An omega born to burn the sky, To end the chains… “Stop this madness, woman.” I growled, punching the nearest wall in anger. “I have a meeting to attend” I announced after she shut up. But the peace didn't last for long…

He turned his back and left them astonished. Dejectedly, Daphne sat down in the chair. She still worries about the potential of losing her work as a result of what happened today. What will happen to her if that occurs? She was unable to control the tears that were welling up in her eyes. She saw his breathing becoming more constricted for a while, but he didn't pay little attention to it.

Daphnie looked like a dream in her sapphire gown. Daphne was effortlessly beautiful, the kind of girl who didn’t need to try to shine she just did. Her long, golden hair shimmered like sunlight,Her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief and warmth, always full of energy and unspoken plans. She was bold, outspoken, and unafraid to chase what she wanted, especially when it came to love. Daphne had a natural confidence, the kind that drew people in without effort. She could light up any room with her laughter and charm, and even though we weren’t related by blood, she was more than just my best friend she was my family, my anchor, my sister in every way that mattered.

There was no fated mate bond between us, but there was a heavy, intoxicating pull that made me completely dizzy. The romantic rain washed over us, soaking my hair and dripping down his blood-smeared, perfect jaw, but neither of us moved. "Who..." his voice was a deep, rough gravel that vibrated right through my hands and straight down my spine. His grip tightened, his thumbs digging into my skin as his eyes raked over my face, looking at me with total fascination. "Who the hell are you?" "Daphne ," I whispered, breathless, staring right back into his dangerous, gorgeous eyes. My heart was pounding furiously, trapped beneath his massive body. "And if you don't let me fix your chest, Alpha, yo