Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 169

~Damon~

“Good girl. Now stay right there and don’t move.”

My voice dropped lower as I stepped in behind her, the sound of my boots sticking to the blood-smeared floor echoing through the hallway.

Her palms were flat against the cold metal lockers, her breath already coming in shallow gasps. Her skirt was hitched high over her hips, the soft curve of her ass trembling, on display, open for me. Her soaked panties clung to one thigh, already stretched, already ruined.

I reached down, gripped the inside of her knee, and kicked her legs open wider. She gasped, her body jolting forward from the sudden shift in pressure.

“You’re dripping,” I said as I looked down, watching a slow strand of slick trail from between her thighs to the floor. “You’re so fucking ready for this cock, it’s embarrassing.”

I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out-already thick, already hard, already swollen with the kind of need that made me dangerous. I wrapped my hand around the base, stroked once, then pressed the tip against her soaked folds.

She moaned loud, broken, hungry.

I slapped her ass hard, making her jump.

“Keep your hands on the locker,” I said, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back until she was arched perfectly for me.” You move, and I stop. You take every inch, or you get nothing.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, her voice trembling.

“That’s what I like to hear,” I growled.

I pushed forward, slow at first, just the head breaching her pussy, watching it spread her open, watching how tight she already was. Her body clenched around me immediately, already sucking me in, already trying to milk me for everything I had.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. “You’re tighter than ever. So hot. So wet. You’re pulsing like you’ve been waiting for this all damn day.”

She whimpered, her fingers curling into fists against the locker.

I grabbed her hips, held her steady, and slammed the rest of my cock into her in one brutal thrust.

She screamed.

Her body jolted forward, her breath shattering in her chest as I bottomed out inside her, thick and deep, pressing so far in I could feel her cervix kiss the tip of my cock.

I didn’t give her time to adjust.

I pulled back and thrust into her again-harder.

And again.

And again.

Loud, wet, skin-slapping thrusts echoed through the hallway, mixed with her moans, my grunts, and the ragged sound of flesh colliding with soaked, needy heat.

“Say it,” I growled between thrusts. “Say what you’re taking.”

“Daddy’s cock,” she sobbed. “I’m taking Daddy’s cock.”

“That’s right, baby. You’re taking all of it. You’re taking it like a good fucking girl.”

I slammed into her again, harder this time, my hips crashing into her ass, the sound so loud it made the metal locker rattle.

Sweating. Crying. Moaning.

Ruined.

And when I finally caught my breath, I leaned in close to her ear and spoke in the calmest, most possessive tone I had all night. “I have a meeting with the pack in twenty minutes.”

She didn’t speak. Couldn’t. She was still catching her breath, still pulsing around my knot.

“Why don’t you follow me, kitten?” I whispered. “Let them smell what I did to you. Let them see their Luna dripping down her thighs, still full of her Alpha’s cum. Let them see you walk in wearing my scent like a crown.”

She shuddered.

And I smiled.

Because now?

Now they would all know.

She was mine.

And she would never walk into a room without them remembering this exact sound-the sound of her heat being fucked out of her by the only man who would ever own her again.