Declan Prescott Novels & Stories

Water or maybe orange juice splashed everywhere. I muttered under my breath, “What is happening today?” Elisabeth’s eyes went huge. “Did you just say priest?” “Yeah. Why?” Matteo started laughing so hard he had to brace himself on the counter. Tears actually formed at the corners of his eyes. Elisabeth looked like someone had slapped her with a fish. “Zoey… Declan isn’t a priest. He’s a CEO. He owns the company.” I stared at them. “You’re not playing me right now.”

“R-Right! You’re beautiful.” “Hmm… That reaction is suspicious. Now I’m a little sure Kyran had already known how beautiful Miss McKinnon really was way before her recovery, which is why he tried to steal your heart that early! D*mnit, Kyran is a psychic, isn’t he?” Declan teased. “Meanwhile, a mere mortal named Declan King can only wallow in his lack of foresight. He could have waged an epic war at Kyran!” His comment flustered Deirdre, but the man continued. “You know… since you haven’t gotten into a marriage with Kyran, it’s still fair game, right? Ditch him, pick me!”

Declan was definitely bold today. ‘Marcy is up, and asking for you,’ Leroy linked me. "I do," I agreed with him, because regardless of what Nixon has against him Declan is our Second for a number of reasons, one of which was his unwavering devotion to keeping us safe. "But you know Alice, just like you know Nixon, he’s clearly messed up today so stop pushing his buttons on purpose." ~~~

Like all those years I relentlessly thought of him meant nothing. Above all, was Declan's stature and frame. My goodness, just seeing Declan shirtless could make any woman's system go haywire. He was not exceptionally muscular with just about 8 pack abs or 16cm biceps. Perhaps it was just the way he carried himself, his charisma, his whole attitude has always been attractive to me. Like him or hate him, Declan Denning was a very charming man.

He hadn't said a word to her since the party started, but she was never out of his sight. A great success. Merge of giants. Bringing change to society. Making a difference in the world. The richest man on the Forbes list. Yadda yadda yadda. That much Roman could capture with his drunken ears. Then finally, Declan announced that he will be taking a leave of absence for a few months because he was going to buy a house in London for his lovely wife.

he said now serious, Declan gave a small nod. “Yeah, I know, about that… there’s someone already here I want you to keep an eye on too…” he said glancing around “Tell you later,” Not waiting for his friends reply he ran off down the side of the courtyard, hoping to catch up to the princess, after all, he needed to talk to her about what her father had said… -----

This was all predatory intent. I’m going to eat you. In that moment, cannibalism didn’t seem impossible. And then he finally unzipped his trousers and pushed them down along with his boxer briefs, and I couldn’t think about anything else. Declan completely nude took my breath away, all hard muscles and gleaming tattoos and rough hair, and of course the piece de resistance: that enormous cock, thick and flushed and straining in my direction. Well, at least he’d be too aroused and ready to go to stop on the way to take bites out of me.

"Now… it might not be the kid you are looking for… but are you willing to let this information pass?" "What do you want?" Marcus asked. Declan laughed. "Meet me at my pub in 15 minutes. Bring only 5 men." And he ended the call. "Oi, Alan!" He called to a huge burly man. "Bring a bottle of scotch over 'ere" Alan sauntered over. He was a giant of a man, the bottle of scotch was hidden in his large law hand. He dropped it on the table. "Take a seat, will ya?" Declan offered. Alan was easily the strongest and biggest man in the Murphy house. It was even rumored that his chest had stopped the bullet of a Colt revolver.

I would have a friend here amongst the suitors, and I felt myself relax slightly. It would be good to have someone on my side. "From the Iron Hide Pack, I present my middle son, Declan McCoy!" I glanced over as the man stepped forward from his pack to stand beside his father. He had to be the most attractive of them all so far, and my eyebrows raised as even Ellie made a noise at seeing him. He didn't hold a candle to Greyson, though. His short brown hair looked like he had been running his fingers through it, and his blue eyes were the darkest shade I had ever seen.

“Yes, Mr. Rothschild. Get some rest.” Declan grabbed his jacket and left the building. As he drove home, his mind kept going back to Alastair. Something still didn’t feel right, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.