Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 192

He grabbed my jaw and tilted it up, making me look at him while his thumb brushed over my lip. “Tell her, baby. Tell her what you say when I knot you. Tell her how many times you beg to be filled.”

“I-I say please,” I stammered, my throat raw. “Please knot me, please don’t stop, please put your pups in me…”

Damon growled and kissed me. It was filthy. His tongue dominated mine, his teeth dragging over my bottom lip like he wanted to bruise it. My knees buckled. I melted into him, moaning into his mouth while Camilla sobbed behind us, broken and helpless.

He pulled back just enough to whisper against my lips, “You hear that, Camilla? She wants to carry my bloodline. She wants me to fill her every fucking night until her belly swells. She thanks me when I come in her.”

I was gasping now, sweating, trembling, soaked. My nipples were hard, scraping my shirt, and my panties felt like they were going to disintegrate from how wet they were.

And just as Damon lowered one hand to unbutton my shorts-

The door slammed open.

A high-pitched, drunken giggle bounced off the walls.

“Oh my God-your dick is so fucking big,” came the loud, breathy voice of his daughter, giggling again as she stumbled in, one heel hanging off, her lipstick smeared, her hand down the front of some guy’s pants as his tongue dragged across her neck. “You’re gonna rip me apart, fuck-I hope no one’s home-“

Her eyes landed on us.

And everything went dead silent.

Tasha blinked.

Paused.

Stared.

There was my shirt rucked up, Damon’s hand gripping my hip, my lips red and puffy from his mouth, Camilla crying in the corner like she’d just watched her worst nightmare unravel.

And Damon?

He didn’t even flinch.

Tasha’s voice cracked. “What the fuck is going on here?”

Camilla let out a sob, wiping her face with shaking fingers.

“Mum,” the girl said, voice turning breathless. “Why are you crying?”

And then she looked at Damon.

Her dad.

At me.

At the space between us. At the ruined look in my eyes. At the flush in my face.

Her voice dropped into something wild and shaking. “Dad?” she croaked. “what the fuck is happening here!”

Camilla nodded like it physically hurt. “He’s been fucking her for weeks. In this house. On the couch. In the guest room. In his office. She screams for him. I heard her. I heard her moan his name like she was being possessed.”

I wanted to speak. I really did. But my throat was tight, and my brain? Oh, fuck, my brain was spinning like I’d been thrown into a storm and all I could feel was Damon’s hand on me. Holding me. Claiming me.

Camilla kept going, her voice ragged and soaked in heartbreak. “He calls her his Omega. He says she’s going to carry his pups. He wants to breed her, Tasha. Your father’s going to put a baby inside her”

Tasha’s eyes slammed into mine.

And for a second I thought she might throw up.

Her gaze swept down to my lips-still kiss-bruised and swollen-then to my hips, where Damon’s hand was still gripping me like a brand, like he’d rather burn alive than let go.

And then-

She looked at her dad.

At his shirt, rumpled. At the hunger still simmering in his eyes.

And I saw it. I felt it. The moment her heart cracked in half.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”