Daphne Harry Ao3 Novels & Stories

"It's not for me, I brought them also for a gift! Now can you put your big big big anaconda inside of me?" "Eh, who is that for?" "Oh my gosh, Treyton! Just fvck me rough and hard right now! Because otherwise-- Ooohhh..." he moaned suddenly as Treyton suddenly inserted his weapon. "Your filthy mouth is killing me!" He shouted. He moved over her. Daphne was clinging to the bed sheet because with each thrust she could feel its length all the way to her g-spot. She could not be disappointed by the size and quality of her husband's performance. And he won't really wonder why so many girls are crazy about Treyton.

’ Dark mussed, enjoying the tension inside the room. ‘You can’t blame me for fucking your woman. You are always out of the territory, seeking for that goddamn Daphne !’ Darius roared. The grin on my face vanished slowly as he mentioned Daphne ’s name. I grasped the blinds until they almost crushed in my hand, especially when my ear caught Lennon’s response. ‘It’s my fucking duty! Daphne ’s also my mate!’ 'That was impossible!"

Daphne! ***

Slowly, I slide my hands up, purposely brushing over the outline of his cock until I reach the taunt skin of his abdomen. I kneel at his altar, ready to worship like the benevolent servant I am. Sneaking a peek at the God that’ll haunt my dreams after this night. I find Dane glaring down at me like the undeserving, pitiful woman I am, and I swear on the Moon Goddess my pussy purrs. A delicious shiver runs up my spine as I hungrily continue, digging beneath the material standing in the way of me and the object of my desires—standing between me and salvation.

“I'll let you in the first time, the second, the third, and yet you still seem to fail getting to her. I mean, how hard can it be for you to be able to claim a broken woman?” “Just as hard as it was four years to get her to spare you the benefit of doubt or give you a second glance when Damon was around.” “No,” Delilah breathed. “No, no, no, he’s the one. He’s the one letting her in.” My throat clenched. “That can’t be. He can't be working with her. Not him…” But it was. The glow of the fog didn’t react to him. It welcomed him. It brought him closer and he was not afraid of it. He was getting to be part of it.

I follow her gaze to see him slouched on a seat alone, nursing a bottle of whatever that is, his hair is framed across his face, making him look like someone who hasn’t had proper sleep in days. “I’ll go check on him.” Arya says, slipping out of my hands. My body instantly goes cold the moment I am not holding her anymore, sighing, I watch as she saunters over to his side and seats in the chair facing him. His face brightens up a little as he talks to Arya; of course, my Arya has that kind of effect on everybody. The door opens and Daphne works in, cheeks flushed from the cold. Typical of her to wear a jumpsuit to a party, the moment she sees me, she waves in excitement, coming over to me.

Azrael said with an annoyed frown as this girl, Hara, straddled Azrael’s thighs as I stared at her confidence before I removed my eyes. “I missed you. Plus, sis Daphne has been whining to me about how you treated her in front of an omega; turns out you have a new lover. Say, say… Do you like him?” She asked as she took off the shades to reveal eyes of two different colours, brown and green. “Please don’t read whatever you want about me and Azrael! Also, I’m a married man!” I informed her as she laid her head on Azrael’s chest who didn’t have any interest in anything happening.