Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 166

He wailed, but I didn’t let go.

“Feel every second,” I growled. “Remember this every time you even think about another Omega.”

That was what I told him before I grabbed his cock in my hand-not with lust, not with mercy, but with the precision of a man about to end something permanently.

He screamed beneath me, his voice splitting the hallway as his spine arched off the tile, his heels kicking against the floor, but I didn’t stop. I pressed my knees into the inside of his thighs and spread him open like an animal being prepared for slaughter. He didn’t deserve modesty. He didn’t deserve dignity. He deserved to bleed.

He squirmed under me, trying to twist his hips away, but I slammed them flat against the ground with one hand while the other gripped his shriveling little cock between my fingers. He was already soft, already shrinking in fear, and the smell of his urine mixing with the blood from his broken nose made me sick.

I looked down at it-at him-and laughed.

It wasn’t a polite laugh. It wasn’t amused. It was cold. Loud. Vicious.

“For a big guy,” I said, dragging my gaze from his bloody face to the useless thing between his legs, “you have a very, very small cock.”

His eyes rolled back as he cried out, but I didn’t loosen my grip.

“This,” I said, tightening my fingers around him, “is what you thought you would use to fuck her? This pitiful, twitching little thing? You pressed her against a wall with this disgusting excuse for manhood and thought, for a second, that you had the right to even imagine being inside her?”

He tried to breathe. Tried to speak. But I cut him off by pressing the edge of my claws against his shaft-lightly at first, just enough to make him freeze.

“You thought she would moan for you?” I asked, lowering my voice into a slow, deliberate growl. “You thought she would beg for this pathetic length? Do you have any idea what she sounds like when she’s actually being touched properly? When I take her apart inch by inch with a cock that makes her cry before she even takes the whole thing?”

He whimpered something-a breathless apology or another attempt at begging-but I ignored it.

I reached down and unzipped my pants slowly, never breaking eye contact with him.

Then I pulled out my own cock-still thick, still hanging low with the weight of what she’d drained from me that morning- and I let him see it. I wanted him to look. I wanted him to understand exactly what he would never live up to.

“You opened your mouth,” I said, stroking once just for show. “You looked me in the eye and suggested we take her together. You actually offered to use this pathetic worm while I fucked her mouth. You thought you were making a joke. You thought you were a man.”

I leaned in closer, my face hovering over his, the scent of blood and power pouring off me like steam.

“You’re not a man,” I said. “You’re a fucking mistake.”

He rolled onto his side, clutching what remained of his cock, sobbing now. Not crying-sobbing. His face was pale. His mouth hung open. He was shaking so badly he couldn’t even hold himself together.

I bent one last time, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and yanked his face upward to meet mine.

“You used her heat like a weapon,” I said slowly. “You turned her vulnerability into an opportunity to dominate. You ignored her voice. You mocked her no. And then, you had the audacity to invite me to join in. To degrade her. To watch.”

I dropped his head, and it smacked the tile with a thud.

I stood fully, cracked my neck, and stepped over him like the garbage he was.

And then I turned to her.

Lyra.