Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 200

“I don’t want civilized.”

I looked up at him, my eyes wide and wet and wild, and I dragged one hand under his shirt, sliding my fingers up his abs, nails lightly scratching over the ridges of heat and skin until I felt his breath stutter.

“I want rough,” I said. “I want the version of you that slapped your daughter and threw your ex out with nothing but a look. I want the version that grabbed her throat and made my pussy gush without even touching me.”

I pressed closer. Not all the way. Not enough to touch. Just close enough that he could feel the heat of me through the air between us.

“Because I’m still wet,” I whispered. “Still dripping. thighs glued together, breathless, wrecked-and you’re doing nothing about it. And that’s cruel.”

His nostrils flared.

Good.

I licked my lips, dragged my hand back down his chest, slower this time. Teasing every button. Every line of heat I could feel under the fabric. My voice dropped again.

“You know what I need, don’t you?”

He didn’t speak.

But I saw the hunger in his eyes. The violence shaking in his muscles. The grip in his jaw like he was biting back a growl.

“You know I can’t go to sleep like this,” I murmured. “Not with your scent all over me and your knot still missing from my cunt. Not when I stood here and defended you with my mouth while my pussy was soaking down my thighs. Not when I told your daughter to get the fuck out and I was soaking wet the entire time.”

I gasped, softly, teasing my fingers under the hem of the shirt.

“I should be punished,” I whispered, fluttering my lashes. “Right? For teasing you? For mouthing off? For telling them to leave like I run the house? For falling for Camilla’s lies?”

I leaned up onto my toes and whispered against his lips.

“Or maybe I should be rewarded.”

The words left my lips like a secret I already knew the answer to. And I didn’t pull away. I didn’t blink. I didn’t even breathe. I just leaned closer-so close our mouths almost touched-and I whispered it.

Slow. Dirty. Shameless.

“I want your cock in my throat first,” I said, and my voice was breathless, wrecked, all sweet seduction and heat-drenched filth.

“I want to choke on it until my eyes tear up and my makeup runs. I want you to grab my hair and fuck my face until my knees give out and I’m drooling like a stupid little heat-drunk Omega.

He didn’t say a word.

He pinched harder.

Twisted it.

Rolled it between his fingers like he was punishing me for everything that had just come out of my filthy mouth. And the pain -oh God, the pain was so hot it went straight to my core. My cunt clenched like it was aching, like it was begging, like it would scream if he didn’t fill me soon.

“Daddy,” I gasped, eyes fluttering, back arching, “please-I need-fuck, I need it-your mouth, your cock, your knot-I need everything-“

“You want to tease?” he growled, voice feral against my ear. “You want to run your little mouth and act like I won’t fuck the brat out of you.

But before I could speak again, before I could offer one more breathless whimper of please, he leaned in, eyes burning, voice a low growl that sank straight into my bones.

“Beg me, kitten.”