Yandere Damian Wayne X Reader 소설 & 이야기

"The moment I smelled her, I went into heat. I froze completely and felt my blood turn to ice. That was impossible. I was his destined mate. His devotion to abstinence had always been strong enough to resist even the pull of my scent. There was no way he could lose control over Chloe. He was lying again, and that lie was like a key, unlocking memories I had tried desperately to forget. The Blackrock pack and the Silvermoon pack had been locked in war for years. Countless werewolves had died. Damian, the Alpha of the Blackrock pack, had bowed before my father, Wayne Lopez, the Alpha of the Silvermoon pack, exposing his neck in submission. Damian had only one condition. He wanted to marry me.

“Damian… I need… fuck, I need you. Now.” Damian’s eyes darkened with lust and concern. The mutation was hitting him too his own cock straining, veins glowing faintly blue under his skin. He pulled Alex into his arms, kissing him desperately. Tongues tangled. Hands roamed. The child between them hummed louder, feeding on the energy. Damian stripped them both with frantic hands. He bent Alex over the console, spreading his legs. No prep needed the mutation had made Alex dripping, open, desperate. Damian thrust in deep, hard, claiming.

Okay," Rain said.He didn't move for three full seconds.Then he turned and walked to the door, and she watched him go the same way she had three nights ago — completely unable to look anywhere else. His hand was on the door handle when he stopped."Rain."Her name in his mouth. Again. That same weight to it she couldn't explain."Be careful walking home tonight," he said, without turning around. "Take the main roads."He pushed the door open and walked out into the grey morning, and the bell above the door chimed softly behind him.Rain stood behind her counter in her favorite place in the world and felt, for reasons she absolutely could not explain, like something had just fundamentally shifted.L

🔥 **Chapter 61: Old Friend, New Doubts** The weight of Ryan’s words settled over the medical suite like a shroud. *Damian wants her taken alive. He plans to make you watch while he breaks her.* My stomach churned. Lucian’s grip on my hand became iron, his recovering body radiating pure, lethal fury despite the lingering weakness from the poison.

"If you've got no clients you should be cleaning and not texting your friends. Get back to work or I'll come home and punish you." "..." "Good boy I love you," she says and hangs up with a sigh. "Cole your husband has been teasing my boyfriend." "You should let them fuck, it'll be hot to see Nathan bottom for him," Cole says with a wink and I nod along. "It would be hot," I say and Lacey sighs. "Nooooo he's my boyfriend I don't like him fucking other people," she says grumpily and sits beside Vincent. "I do not really like Damian fucking other people," Vincent says.

" I asked, cocking my head to the side. Damian smiled and reached between us- grabbing the handle of his gun and pulled it out. It was my first time seeing one up close and I realised that I might have treaded the waters too deep. Damian could quite literally kill me with a flick of his finger. He set it down on the counter, still holding it as he rested his palms on both sides of me. "Yes. Everything to do with it," he said softly,his gaze locked with mine. The answer wasn't a surprise to me. I knew from the moment I met him that Damian was involved in something far out of my understanding. Scarred but steady hands he was obviously trained. That was enough. I didn't need to know any more th

His eyes stayed on my face, but there was something different in them now, something darker and much less controlled, and when he stopped close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his body, my neck started burning beneath my hair. His nostrils flared. He looked toward my shoulder. Then his jaw tightened so hard that I actually heard his teeth grind. “What happened tonight?” I swallowed and forced myself not to look away. “A man touched me, the mark started burning, and then he started acting like there was something behind me before something invisible threw him across the room.” Damien's face became completely still. That was somehow worse than anger. “And you came here.” “I came h

Pumping steady, deep, curling again and again until Alex’s thighs shook and his cock leaked steadily onto the carpet. “Please,” Alex gasped. “Please, now.” Damian pulled his fingers free. The loss made Alex whine. Then the blunt head of Damian’s cock pressed against him—hot, slick, insistent. One hard thrust. Alex’s mouth opened on a silent cry. Damian sank in to the hilt, hips flush to ass, balls pressed tight. Full. So fucking full. Alex’s arms buckled; he caught himself on elbows, forehead pressed to scattered spreadsheets.

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

Damian shoved his hands between my legs again, scooping up my slick with two of his fingers. He let go of my wrist in favour of gripping my hair, but I knew better than to move my hands. He yanked my head backwards, forcing my back to arch even more, and he shoved his fingers into my mouth, the taste of my own arousal taunting my tongue. “Or maybe you'd like it if they saw you like this,” Damian drawled lowly. My eyes were reddened and swollen as I cried harder, and I tried to shake my head. “No? I bet you want them to just pass you around. You'd fucking love it, won't you?”