Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 167

~Damon~

She was standing by the wall exactly where I had left her. Her body was motionless, but her chest was rising and falling fast. Her skin was flushed. Her eyes were huge, dilated, locked on me like I was a god she didn’t know whether to kneel for or run from.

She had watched everything.

And she wasn’t afraid.

She was panting.

She was trembling.

Her thighs were pressed together, and her scent was pouring through the hallway like a wave of heat-drenched sugar and slick.

I walked toward her, my boots leaving bloody prints across the tile, my chest still rising and falling with adrenaline. I didn’t blink. I didn’t rush.

When I stopped in front of her, I was close enough to feel the heat radiating off her body.

She looked up at me like she was on the verge of falling apart.

Her lips parted, but no words came.

I reached out with my bloodied hand and cupped her cheek.

“I told you to close your eyes,” I said softly. “I didn’t want you to see that.”

She nodded once, swallowing hard. “I couldn’t look away.”

I brushed my thumb along the side of her mouth.

“I just mutilated a man.”

“I know.”

“And you’re still standing here.”

“I can’t move.”

“Why?”

Her voice broke.

“Because I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you right now.”

The silence that followed was thick enough to drown in.

I leaned in, pressed my forehead to hers, and whispered against her lips.

“You just watched me destroy someone for touching you.”

The words left my mouth slowly, deliberately, like I wanted her to feel every syllable. I didn’t whisper them. I didn’t growl. I said them like a statement of fact. Because it was. Because that’s exactly what I had done-and she had watched all of it.

She just breathed harder.

Her scent was growing thicker now, sweeter, coating the air in something warm and primal. Her legs shifted like she was trying to squeeze them together without me noticing.

Too late.

I slid both hands down to her hips and gripped them firmly.

“You should be horrified right now,” I said, pulling her closer. “You should be pushing me away. But you’re not. You’re standing here like you want more. You’re panting like I didn’t just torture a man-I fed something inside you.”

Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment.

I leaned in again, this time brushing my lips across the side of her neck, not kissing, just letting her feel the heat.

“Tell me, kitten. Were you wet while you watched? Were you breathing through your mouth because your panties were soaked, and you were scared I’d smell it?”

“Damon,” she whispered.

“That’s not an answer,” I said. “Say the words. You watched me rip a man apart, and now you’re standing in front of me looking like you want me to do the same to you.”

Her hands grabbed the front of my shirt, and her fingers curled into the fabric.

“Yes,” she said. Her voice was trembling. “Yes, I was wet. Yes, I was shaking because I wanted you.”