Roy Harper X Reader Novels & Stories

LAYKEN I never could have imagined that Harper would strip in front of me like she had, not in a million years. My initial plans were to kiss her until her lips grew swollen and raw from the friction. Then, I intended to apply pressure to her pussy over her panties, bringing her to climax. After that, I had planned to take her to bed and find release in the restroom's privacy. However, all rationality flew out the window the moment she took off my shirt - the one I had given her. As her perky, lush breasts bounced before me, I found myself consumed with an overwhelming desire. All I wanted was to stand up, pick her up, and carry her to my bed, where I would ravish her. At that moment, I real

"I want to get in on some of that action!" Harper sucked in a deep breath while feeling embarrassed. She hoped Saint didn't find her friends too weird. Tanja lacked a filter and spoke without thinking. But Harper still loved her. She loved Frida too and was happy that her friends seemed to like Saint. She lifted her gaze to the man himself. Saint smiled faintly before lifting a coffee cup to his lips. Simply watching him made Harper's heart pound. It seemed like the nymph king had already stolen her heart. But it was a painful love that scorched her from within because... How was she supposed to ever get a happy ending?

Harper I feel heavy. Like I have been hit by a bus. It has to be close to what it feels like being hit by a bus going thirty in a fifteen zone. My bones ache—my fingers and toes tingle. My eyeballs are sore. I haven’t even opened my eyes yet, and I already do not want to start the day or the evening. I have no clue of the time. I must have partied too hard last night and was slipped something in my drink. I don’t remember anything. A.N.Y.T.H.I.NG, except how to spell adequately, and that’s something. What is that horrendous smell? Is it me? Harper breathes in the air. Taking it in the room and the strongest aroma is her. The smell is mostly urine. This girl has peed her herself. The second s

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he said, his voice rough. He pulled her wet shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra was next. He unhooked it with one hand and threw it away. Her breasts spilled free, nipples tight and sensitive. Jake lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking over the hard peak. Mira gasped and arched her back. The sensation shot straight down to her pussy. She felt herself getting wetter, her panties already soaked from more than just the rain.

I cupped his gorgeous face and my eyes darts from his thick blond hair to his deep sparkling eyes, his strong jawline, his sexy red lips “ you are very handsome Jake Schuyler and I want to sit on your gorgeous face. I want to ride on your face like I’d ride on Burly” The request was barely out and he pulled me in for a deep kiss, squeezing my whole body passionately against his. I notice tension drop from his shoulder as he began stroking my tongue with his. He pulled away to look into my eyes “ you can use my face for your pleasures in a carnal and selfish way. I am all yours Hailey” I gently pushed him to lie flat on the bed and grin devilishly “ I won’t be gentle Jake… I’m a ruthless ride

“Open it.” I unlocked the file. My stomach tightened as the first page appeared. Harper moved closer. Close enough that our shoulders touched. Neither of us stepped away. We read silently. Then Harper suddenly grabbed my arm. “Wait.” I looked at her. “What?” She pointed at a paragraph. My eyes followed. The blood drained from my face. “What is it?” she asked. I read the line again. Then a third time. Just to make sure. The words hadn’t changed. “They tested your mother’s DNA before her death.”

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Harper's POV "Will you marry me?" Am I an idiot? Why would I just yell that out to an Alpha? I'm not thinking straight, my thoughts are cloudy. I overhead the conversation from my bedroom and my curiosity got the better of me. Asher looks like his jaw just came unhinged. A small laugh escapes my lips, now embarrassed by my actions, "Oh, sorry to be so rude. I should introduce myself. I'm Harper Cole, the eldest child of Alpha Lawrence."

More human than he had ever seemed before. More dangerous, too. Because some devils don’t scream when they stab you. They smile. And wait for you to crawl back first. — Next chapter teaser: Outside, the palace roared with news—Xavier was back. Inside, I slept through it all. With his scent in my lungs. And the storm brewing in his eyes. This was no longer just a game of hate. This was war. And I had no armor left but the warmth of the enemy.