Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 182

I kissed her shoulder. Bit her neck. Dragged my tongue across the shell of her ear while her breath hitched again.

“You are what I want, kitten,” I whispered. “Not her. Never her. She was a contract. A fucking human leash they shoved into my bed just because I didn’t have a mate. But you—”

I paused. My heart slammed against my ribs like it was trying to claw its way out. My cock throbbed inside her. I leaned closer. Pressed my lips against her ear.

“But you,” I murmured, “you are my fate”

“But Damon,” she breathed, and fuck, the way she said my name-like it hurt her to even speak it-made my cock twitch inside her. “Please.”

I didn’t move.

I stayed bent over her, letting her feel the full heat of me against her back, letting my palm slide down her belly like I was reminding her exactly who she belonged to. But I didn’t answer. I waited. I made her say more.

“Please just…” Her voice cracked, and her brows furrowed, like she hated herself for even thinking it. “Just let’s go back to the house. Make sure she’s not actually going to—”

“To what?” I cut her off, my voice dark and steady. “Make sure she’s not going to kill herself?”

Lyra swallowed hard.

“I know she’s a bitch,” she said quickly, her voice rushing out in a messy stream, like she was trying to speak before I punished her for it.

“I know she’s manipulative and crazy and I fucking hate her, I swear I do. But if she’s really going to do it, Damon—if she really pulls the trigger-I don’t want you to blame yourself later. I don’t want that to live in your head.”

I stared at her.

Hard.

Unmoving.

I watched her eyes. Her lips. Her trembling thighs.

“I’m not going to blame myself,” I said calmly, like I was telling her the weather. “Because I don’t give a fuck.” Lyra gasped.

“I don’t care if she’s outside choking on her own blood right now. I don’t care if her brains are already sliding down the pavement. You want me to pull out of this perfect, soaking, cum-dripping cunt and go see Camilla. Over my fucking dead body.

She didn’t answer.

She couldn’t.

Because her eyes had gone wide again, her breath catching in her throat as I started to fuck her slowly again.

“She can die out there for all I care,” I hissed, my teeth brushing her ear. “Let the grass soak it up. Let the crows pick her apart. Let her name rot in the fucking soil. But you, Lyra—you stay right fucking here.”

“Okay. Fine, kitten. You won” I said, my voice low and sharp as a blade. “Let’s go.”

I pulled out of her, slow and heavy, watching the way her body reacted-her back arching, her breath catching, her thighs trembling as the thick mess of my cum spilled out of her and slid down her legs like a goddamn signature.

I stood upright, adjusted my pants with steady hands, then ran a palm down my face and let out a breath through my nose. “Let me be clear about something,” I said suddenly, my voice low, heavy with steel. “If I pull up to that house and find her standing and breathing then I swear to every god I’ve never bowed to, I will take you back home, bend you over the war table, and fuck the apology out of your throat.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then her voice came through.

Soft. Breathless. Almost trembling with heat.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I ran my tongue across my teeth, stared at her for a second longer, then exhaled through my nose.

“Come here, kitten,” I said, low and commanding. “Let me clean you up. Then we leave.”

To be fucking continued.