Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 179

~Lyra~

Okay so listen, I know this is going to sound crazy-and I swear I’m not even exaggerating-but the moment that last elder walked out and the door slammed shut? I felt it.

Like not in a subtle, oh-what-a-tense-moment kind of way. No. I mean I felt it in my chest. In my throat. In my freaking pussy.

I knew what was about to happen and my legs were already trembling because Damon was standing behind me, breathing like he had murder in his lungs and sex in his veins, and I just knew.

I fucking knew he was about to lose it.

He didn’t even speak at first. He didn’t say a single word. He just stood there with his big Alpha body radiating heat like a goddamn volcano while I sat there still in that stupid bloody chair, still pulsing between my legs, still trying to pretend I wasn’t so horny I could cry.

And then?

Oh my God.

He slammed his hand down on the table. Not gently. Not like a little warning tap. I mean he slammed it like the table owed him money and the sound cracked through the room so hard it echoed off the walls.

I swear I jumped, and I’m not even the jumpy type, but that man has the kind of rage you can feel. Like thunder. Like punishment.

And I don’t know what’s wrong with me, honestly. I should’ve been scared, right? I should’ve been thinking about the body still bleeding on the floor or the fact that I just basically humiliated twelve ancient Alphas in front of their own dicks.

And then it happened. Just like I knew it would. He moved. Fast. Like Alpha fast. Like one second I was sitting there all smug and satisfied and the next second I was on the table, under him, breathless.

“Don’t speak,” he growled, and I swear to the Moon, my knees almost gave out. “Don’t open that filthy little mouth unless you want me to fuck you in front of every wolf in this goddamn house.”

But I couldn’t help it. I moaned. Loud. Desperate. A whole whimper right against his chest.

And it just spilled out of me, like every thought I’d been holding in for the past hour decided to come out all at once. I looked up at him—his jaw clenched, his eyes black, his cock already hard and pressing against my thigh—and I said it.

“I wanted you to do this the whole time,” I whispered, and yeah, I know how that sounds, but it was the truth.

“When I was sitting in that chair, Damon, I wanted you to fuck me right there while they watched. I wanted to lean forward and spread my legs and make you proud of how wet I was just from speaking.”

He groaned.

And not just any groan. No, this one was like a full-body groan, like it started in his spine and ended in his cock, and then he grabbed my waist and yanked me closer like he was about to devour me.

“You like talking shit, huh?” he muttered, breath hot against my throat. “You like playing with fire, kitten? You like making your Alpha hard while you sit there dripping wet in front of a fucking council?”

And I was just nodding like an idiot. Like, yes, Daddy, I do. I love it. I love the power. I love the danger. I love that I made you this hard just by using my voice.

And then I opened my mouth again because clearly I have no self-control and I said, “You don’t understand how wet I am right now. I’m soaked. Like ruined-the-chair kind of soaked. I could’ve slid down that seat if I wasn’t gripping the sides so tight trying not to moan in front of those dusty old Alphas.”

“I belong to you. To the Alpha. To the only man who’s ever made me feel like my words were worth more than my body. I’m yours, Damon. Your Omega. Your slut. Your fucking Luna.”

He didn’t wait.

He didn’t ask.

He just slammed into me.

And when I tell you I screamed? Babe. I screamed like the world was ending and I wanted it to. I screamed like his cock had just knocked the breath out of my soul. I screamed so loud I’m pretty sure the walls blushed.

And then I talked. Because of course I did.

I moaned and whimpered and said the nastiest things that came to my mind.

“Fuckfuckfuck-Damon-your cock is so thick I can’t-I can’t even think straight-I feel you everywhere–I swear I’m gonna cum-I’m gonna cum just from you slamming into me like that-oh my God yes-keep going-don’t stop-don’t ever stop- I wanna feel this table crack under us-I want them to hear me–I want every pack in the territory to know what happens when you give a girl a voice and then bend her over and claim her.”

He was growling now. Panting. Gripping my hips like he wanted to own every inch of my body and brand it with his cock. “Cum,” he ordered. “Do it now.”