Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 212

The truth I hadn’t even processed yet.

I pushed against his chest just enough to make space between us, my hands shaking, my stomach twisting, my mind

screaming at me not to say it–but it was already rising in my throat, choking me with its weight.

“I think I’m pregnant,” I whispered again, louder this time, like I needed him to really hear it.

I didn’t know what reaction I expected.

Shock.

Denial.

Panic.

But all I got was calm. The same terrifying calm he always used when he was completely, totally in control of the situation- and everyone else just hadn’t caught up yet.

He didn’t flinch.

He didn’t blink.

He didn’t even loosen his grip on my ass.

He just said, “Then it’s fine, kitten.”

I blinked up at him, stunned.

Fine?

Fine?

Was he being serious right now?

Did he understand what I had just said?

“I-what?” I stammered, because my brain was still buffering like a bad Wi-Fi signal. “What do you mean fine?”

He looked down at me like I was adorable. Like I was dumb. Like I was his.

“Didn’t you expect it?” he asked, his voice low and maddeningly casual. “You really thought it wasn’t going to happen? Knowing we never-not once-used a condom? Or what, you didn’t pay attention in biology class, kitten?”

My mouth dropped open.

But then he ruined it.

Because of course he did.

He’s Damon.

He looked down at me, his gaze slipping lower, and then his hand slid down the side of my body, cupping my waist, my ribs, his fingers brushing so close to the side of my breast that my nipple actually hardened in response.

And then, so casually it could’ve been a grocery list, he said, “But I’m not gonna lie, kitten… your tits are big now.”

I blinked.

My mouth dropped open.

And before I could even get a breath in, he added, “Can Daddy suck them?”

Oh. My. God.