Yandere Damian Wayne X Reader Novels & Stories

I pull back like nothing happened, like my heart isn’t slamming against my ribs, like I didn’t just light a match and toss it between us. “Because Elara Hale is a gambling addict,” I say calmly. “But that’s not respectable enough for her circle, so she does it in auction houses instead. She tells herself it’s different while she burns millions on things she doesn’t even want—” Damien cuts me off. His mouth crashes into mine hard enough to steal the breath from my lungs. I gasp as his hand grips the roof of the car and he leans in, deep, demanding, pressing my cheek with brutal precision.

"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.

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?”

Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Three Damien sat in his office, one hand propped on his desk, with his fingers on his head as he read the file in his hands, over and over again. But no matter how much he read it, he was not able to concentrate or get past the first page. His thoughts kept drifting back to a certain red head, and forest green eyes. Sensous lips, pale full breasts and milky skin... Damien groaned loudly and dripped the file. He held his head in his hands, rubbing the ache that had settled there.

His fingers dug deeper into my waist as he pulled me closer into his chest. His eyes flickered to Henry, and the grin widened just a bit before he dropped the grenade on them, voice calm, like he was talking about the weather. “I’m Damian,” he said. “Cindy’s boyfriend.” What! Damian?! He let the silence stretch, letting it sink in. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you all.”

Damian had only one arm left. Blood was gurgling out of his wound and staining the ground on his feet with red. At a distance not far away, Gerald’s face was fully written with shock as he said excitedly, “He’s a pre-celestial fighter who can condense his energy… Yet he can’t even take one punch from Dr. Yarde…” It was only now he realized how much he had underestimated Kayson. Damian controlled his energy around his body and stopped the bleeding.