Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 18

The Forbidden Touch

~Lyra~

“This dress is too short”

His voice didn’t shout

It didn’t need to

It rolled through the room like thunder in slow motion. It was obvious he was f*****g serious.

My heart dropped

My throat tightened

Because it wasn’t just a statement

Tasha laughed like a devil in glitter

“No Daddy it’s not” she said with that sugary sweet bratty tone she always used when she was testing him ”

this is what girls our age wear now you don’t want us looking like widows do you”

She twirled once like a spoiled little princess then shoved me forward like I was her personal offering

“Just look at what I did to Lyra” she said proudly “look at her outfit isn’t she beautiful”

I stumbled

The heels wobbled beneath me but I caught myself

Barely

And when I looked up

He was already staring

Damon

Shirtless now.

Tattoos licking across his chest like they’d been carved by fire and possession

Sweatpants slung low on his hips

Whiskey in one hand

Heat rolling off him in waves

But it was his eyes that undressed me

That f****d me

That made me tremble from the inside out

He didn’t blink

Didn’t look away

Didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was staring straight at my cunt

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Right where the mesh stretched tight between my thighs.

My lips were pink and swollen and pressed against the fabric like they were begging to be bitten

His jaw flexed

His eyes darkened

And then he took a slow sip of his drink

Didn’t say a word

Just kept watching

Like he was already imagining how he’d take me apart

Like he was already tasting it

Tasha giggled again

“You should thank me” she said “she was gonna wear a robe”

He didn’t respond

Didn’t even glance her way

His attention was locked on me like a predator eyeing the only prey in a room full of ghosts

He stepped forward

One slow step

Then another

Until I could feel the heat of his chest

The sharp scent of whiskey and sin on his breath

The outline of his c**k thick and heavy beneath the soft cotton

He towered over me

And when he spoke again it was quieter than before

“Upstairs”

Tasha blinked “what”

He didn’t repeat it

He just turned his head a fraction of an inch and looked at her

That was all it took

She huffed

Rolled her eyes

And left

Muttering something under her breath as she disappeared into the hall

But I couldn’t hear her

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Couldn’t hear anything

Because he was still there

In front of me

And I was alone

Again

With him

With the man who had dragged me into heat with nothing but a look

With the man who hadn’t even f****d me yet but already had my body weeping for him

He stepped closer

His fingers brushed the edge of the dress

Slid over my hip

Around the curve of my waist

Down to the bare skin of my ass where he gripped me and pulled me against him

His c**k pressed between us

Hard

Thick

f*****g angry

“This isn’t a dress” he said “it’s bait”

I couldn’t breathe

I couldn’t think

He was touching me and I was unraveling

He dragged his hand up

Over my spine

To the back of my neck where he fisted my hair and forced my face to his

“You know what happens to bait little girl”

I shook my head

Barely

Trembling

I couldn’t stop trembling

Not with his hand gripping the back of my neck like he owned it

Not with the heat of his c**k pressed thick and pulsing against the mess between my legs

Not with the sound of his voice dripping into my ear like venom and honey

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He didn’t move fast

He moved like a man who already knew the ending

Like a man who’d already broken me in his head a thousand different ways

And was now deciding which one would make me scream the loudest

He dragged his mouth along my jaw

Slow

Hot

Wet

His breath slid down my throat like the promise of something filthy

Then he dropped to his knees

Just like that

Damon.

Alpha

Father

Killer

Knelt in front of me like he was about to f*****g worship

Or devour

His hands gripped my thighs

Fingers spread

Digging into the softness like he was measuring how far he’d split them

I was already leaking

Already clenching

Already soaking the damn mesh that barely existed

He didn’t lift the dress

He didn’t need to

He bent

Opened his mouth

And licked straight through the fabric

I cried out

The heat of his tongue

The scrape of his teeth

The suction of his lips dragging along my soaked cunt through the mesh

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I couldn’t breathe

He groaned low

Dark

Like he’d just tasted the drug he’d been starving for

Then he gripped the hem

Fisted it

And ripped the f*****g dress up over my hips in one brutal motion

My p***y was bare now

Open

Exposed

Dripping in front of his face like an offering

Like a f*****g feast

“f**k,” he growled

“You’re soaked”

I whimpered

My legs shook

He hadn’t even kissed it bare yet

He leaned in

Licked me again

Skin to skin now

Tongue dragging up my folds

Flattening against my clit

Sucking it into his mouth so hard my knees gave out

He caught me

Threw one arm around my waist

Pulled me against his mouth like he needed it to breathe

And then he f*****g devoured me

No teasing

No warning

Just full–on sucking

Lapping

Groaning like my p***y was a curse and he was swallowing it to save his soul

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“Damon..fuck..”

I couldn’t finish

He shoved two fingers inside me

Deep

Thick

Curved them

Hooked them

f****d them into me like he was punishing my cunt for daring to look that pretty in front of him

My eyes rolled back

My mouth opened in a silent scream

His tongue didn’t stop

Circling my clit

Sucking it in

Flicking it with filthy expertise while his fingers stretched me open

I was losing it

Losing myself

My legs couldn’t hold me up

So he pushed me

Back

Hard

Until I hit the bar

Then he lifted my leg

Hooked it over his shoulder

And kept eating

Wet sounds echoed through the room as his mouth f****d my cunt like he wanted to drown in it

“Please…“I gasped

“Please I’m….I’m gonna..”

He didn’t stop

He didn’t f*****g stop

If anything

He went harder

His fingers pistoned into me

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His tongue brutal on my clit

Slick everywhere

My juices smeared across his mouth

Down his chin

Dripping onto the floor

My orgasm hit like lightning.

Cracked through my spine

Lit up every nerve

Every inch

Every f****d up ache inside me

I came with a scream

And he didn’t stop

Not even then

He kept going

f*****g my orgasm out of me like he was wringing it from my soul

My body convulsed

My hands clawed at the edge of the bar

My head fell back

“Too much…”

He growled

“Take it”

Then he stood

Still fully clothed

Still hard

His mouth was soaked with me

Shiny with my slick

His lips glistened as he licked them slowly

“I haven’t even started yet,” he whispered

He turned me around

Bent me over the bar

Ripped the mesh down the middle

And pressed his c**k to my entrance

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I was still pulsing from the orgasm

Still trembling from the taste of his mouth

But I spread my legs

And waited for the stretch

Because I knew

He was going to break me open next.

His c**k was right there.

Pressed at my entrance.

Thick, hot, pulsing like it had a f*****g heartbeat.

My p***y was already parted for him, lips slick and swollen and weeping from the way he’d just devoured me

with his mouth.

I was still bent over the edge of the bar, breath caught in my throat, thighs trembling like I’d been drugged on heat. His hand was firm on my hip, gripping me like he was about to shove that c**k in and f**k the air out of my lungs.

“You ready to be ruined now, little girl?”

His voice was a growl, buried in my ear, hot as hell and twice as wicked.

I nodded. Tried to answer. But no sound came out.

Just a whimper. Just a pathetic little noise as he rolled his hips forward and the head of his c**k pressed harder against the dripping mess between my legs.

My walls clenched before he even pushed in. I could already feel the stretch, the burn, the brutal width that would split me open and leave me wrecked for days.

And then.

“Daddy!”

The voice sliced through the tension like a f*****g blade. As my body jerked. His hand flew off my hip. The weight of his c**k disappeared. His grip loosened as footsteps echoed down the hallway.

“Daddy, are you still down here?”

Tasha.

f**k.

He turned me around fast. Hands moving like he’d done this before. He shoved the torn mesh dress down over my thighs, not that it did anything to hide the slick still glistening between my legs.

His hands were rough, fast, yanking me upright, tucking a stray curl behind my ear like that would somehow erase the fact that I was still gasping, still leaking, still trembling from the orgasm he’d just shoved down my throat with his tongue.

He took one step back.

Then another.

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His chest was still bare. His c**k still hard. His jaw still tight like he’d just been cockblocked mid–exorcism.

And then she appeared.

Tasha.

Heels. Glitter. Phone in hand.

Bouncing like she hadn’t just walked in on sin.

She didn’t see anything. Thank the moon goddess.

Didn’t notice how red my cheeks were or how uneven my breathing was or how my legs couldn’t stop

trembling.

“Daddy, please!” she whined, racing toward him. “One of our girls just called. The party is already on fire. Like it’s lit, Daddy. They said there’s this guy with a yacht, and apparently he’s scouting for a new wife, and you know Angel’s already taking pictures and I swear if we don’t get there now, we’ll miss everything!”

She clutched his arm like a child begging for candy.

Her voice was breathless. Her excitement infectious.

But Damon didn’t look at her.

He was looking at me.

Right at me.

Eyes locked on the space between my thighs like he was memorizing the taste of me.

My slick was still drying on his beard.

I knew it.

He knew it.

Tasha didn’t.

“Daddy, please,” she said again. Her tone shifted. Softer now. “Please. Can we go? I’ve been waiting all day.”

He took a slow breath.

Exhaled through his nose like he was trying to calm a storm.

Then finally.

“Fine,” he said. “But make sure you stay safe.”

“I will, Daddy. I promise.”

She kissed his cheek and started to turn, then paused.

“Can I take your car?”

Damon looked at her like she’d just suggested murder.

“Hell no, Tasha.”

She gasped.

“Come on, Daddy. You have, like, hundreds of cars.”

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“And the last time you took one, you ran it into a marble statue.”

“It was a movie prop!”

“You cracked the grille. Dented the hood. Scraped the side mirror.”

Her pout deepened.

“That car was boring anyway.“

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