Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 190

I swallowed hard, and it felt like my whole throat tightened around a moan I wasn’t ready to let out. My eyes widened. My cheeks burned. My nipples hardened against my bra like they’d been called to attention by the pure, raw filth coming out of his mouth.

He said it like he was proud. Like claiming me in front of the woman who used to sleep in his bed was just another form of foreplay.

“I’ve had her whimpering under me,” he continued, and my breath stuttered because I remembered. I remembered the way his hands pinned me down. The way his voice dipped right before he slammed into me. The way he groaned against my neck while I begged him to keep going.

“Soaked and spread. Begging for more. I’ve had her mouth on my cock, her hands on my chest, her thighs trembling while I fuck her so hard she forgets her name.”

Oh my fucking god.

I could feel it now. Not just mentally. Not just emotionally. Physically. The way my panties clung to me. The way the heat curled low in my belly and settled between my thighs like a secret. The way I started to breathe through my mouth because everything inside me was unraveling one word at a time.

And he wasn’t done.

“She’s not some girl I picked,” Damon growled, his grip on my waist tightening, his voice sending shivers down my spine. ” She was made for me. Every inch of her. Every sound she makes. Every drop of slick that drips out of her while I’m still inside. She was built to take me. To belong to me.”

Camilla made a choking sound, but I wasn’t even looking at her anymore.

I was staring up at him.

Dazed.

Buzzing.

Completely wrecked by the fact that he was saying all of this with his arm around me, his scent on my skin, his voice claiming me so brutally that it made my entire body throb like I’d just been thrown back into his bed and told to stay.

And then came the final blow.

“I don’t just fuck her,” Damon said, eyes gleaming, his voice coiling around the words like he loved every syllable. “I breed her. Knot her. Mark her. Fill her so deep she leaks for hours. And when I’m done? I start all over again.”

My knees actually gave out.

I’m not even joking.

If he hadn’t been holding me, I would’ve melted into the floor. I would’ve slipped in my own damn slick and collapsed right there in front of Camilla. My pulse was pounding between my legs. My chest was heaving. My brain had completely shut down.

I was ruined.

Just from his words.

Just from the truth.

“She’s mine,” he finished, staring straight through Camilla like she was invisible. “And she loves every fucking second of it.” Oh. My. Fucking. God.

You’d think I’d be used to him by now. To his voice. To the things he says. To the way he can ruin me with a single sentence.

But I wasn’t. Not even close. Every time Damon opened his mouth, it was like my brain turned into melted wax and my body forgot how to function. And this time-this time he wasn’t just talking.

He was declaring war.

On her.

On every ounce of control I thought I had left.

On the air in my lungs.

Smiled.

Like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

“She’s mine,” he repeated, dragging the words out now, slow and lethal and dripping with filth. “She’s my Luna. My kitten. My cum-hungry little mate. And no one-no one-will ever touch her again. Not in this lifetime. Not in any fucking universe.”

Camilla looked like she was going to throw up.

But I-

I was soaked.

Trembling.

Addicted.

Absolutely fucking gone.

And Damon?

He hadn’t even gotten started yet.

To be fucking continued.