Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 199

~Lyra~

“Come here, kitten.”

The second those words rolled out of his mouth, slow and deep and thick with that Alpha growl he knows drives me insane, my thighs clenched so hard I swear I saw stars for a second.

My entire body responded instantly. My breath caught, my nipples tightened against his shirt, and my pussy? My pussy pulsed like it had just been called by name.

But I didn’t move.

Oh, no.

I didn’t fucking move an inch.

Instead, I stood there in the middle of the room, barefoot and flushed and soaked with the aftershock of war and lust and pride, and I stared at him with a smile on my face that was far too sweet to be innocent.

“You want me to come to you?” I asked, letting the words drag out of my mouth like honey over a blade. “Just like that? After everything I just did? After I turned your ex into a broken sobbing mess and made your daughter cry in front of you like she was six again?”

He didn’t answer. Not with words. But I saw his hand twitch. His jaw flexed. His eyes darkened like he wanted to rip the walls off this house and throw me onto whatever was left. And that only made it worse. That only made me wetter.

“God, you’re so bossy,” I purred, swaying on my feet like I was about to give in-only to pull back again.

“You stand there, looking all bloodstained and dangerous with your voice deep and your hand still twitching like you’re deciding whether to grab my throat or throw me over your shoulder, and you think just saying come here is enough to make me crawl?”

I took one slow step forward, just enough for him to smell me. I was dripping. I could feel it. My heat was back, flooding me like it wanted to ruin the floor under my feet.

The scent of it was thick in the room, mixing with his blood and my sweat and the fading trace of Tasha’s perfume that was slowly, finally, being erased.

“You don’t even know what it felt like watching you grab her,” I whispered, my voice thick with filth. “Watching your hand wrap around her throat. Watching her eyes go wide while you told her you’d forget she was your daughter. I swear to the fucking Moon, Damon-I almost came right there.”

His fingers curled at his sides. His teeth clenched. His entire chest rose like he was holding back a snarl.

I took another step. But not close enough for him to grab me. I knew the edge. I knew exactly how far I could go before he broke.

“You’re still holding back,” I said, licking my bottom lip slow. “And I don’t get it. You let me fight your family, you let me scream until my voice cracked, you stood there and watched me tell them to get the fuck out of this house-and now what? You’re just going to stand there and whisper for me to come to you?”

I tilted my head. My voice dipped lower.

“Say please,” I said, pouting. “Beg your naughty little Luna to crawl to you. Or better yet… come get me.”

He took one step forward.

I wanted that thing behind his eyes to break.

So I circled him.

Slow.

One step. Then another. Like I was stalking him. Like I was the predator in heat and he was the prey-big, dangerous, and begging to be unchained.

I let my fingers drag across his shoulders. Down his spine. Over his arm where the muscle flexed so hard I almost moaned. I leaned close enough for my breath to tickle the back of his neck.

“You’re trembling,” I whispered, and my voice was dripping with it. Dirty. Breathless. Sweet like poison. “Is it that hard not to grab me? You want to be good, don’t you, Daddy? You want to show me you have control. That you’re calm. That you can handle a mouthy little Omega without snapping.”

I giggled. Soft. But it cut.

“But I know the truth,” I purred. “You’re one second away from losing it. You’re standing there thinking about everything you could do to me and trying to be civilized. But guess what?”

I slipped back around in front of him, slowly dragging my hands down the center of his chest, stopping right above his belt. “I don’t want civilized.”