Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 215

~Damon~

I honestly thought she was in real danger when she called.

Her voice had cracked over the line. She sounded like she couldn’t breathe, like something had gone terribly wrong, like someone had touched her, or worse.

My entire body had tensed before she even said my name. I was ready to kill. Ready to rip a throat out bare-handed. I thought she’d been hurt. I thought someone had laid a hand on what belonged to me.

But she came here.

Trembling.

Tear-stained.

Still dressed in her little school uniform and breathing like her lungs didn’t work right.

And she said she might be pregnant.

Oh, my sweet little kitten.

I won’t blame her.

Still young. Still figuring out what it means to be an Omega, still new to the fire inside her. Her mind doesn’t understand what her body already knows.

Of course she’s scared. Of course she’s confused. She’s still learning what it means to carry power between her legs. But now?

She’s mine.

And she’s about to be the mother of my pup.

She tried to resist me when I touched her.

Tried to pout and punish me for making her laugh when she wanted to cry.

She told me I couldn’t suck her tits.

But her body told me something different.

The second I whispered in her ear-Are you sure?-her thighs clenched. Her breathing broke. And when I pressed my hand against the soft curve of her breast, her nipple pushed back against my palm like it was begging me to keep going.

She gave in faster than I thought she would.

She looked me in the eye and whispered it-Take off my clothes, Damon.

Her voice cracked.

Her chest heaved.

Her mouth parted like she needed my tongue more than she needed air.

Please, Daddy. Suck them. Make it stop hurting.

I swear to the Moon I was about to drop to my fucking knees.

I was going to peel that dress down and pull her tits into my mouth and suck until she whimpered, until her back arched, until she clawed at my hair and begged me to keep going.

I was going to leave her tits red and wet and sore and mine. I was going to bite them. Kiss them. Worship them like the perfect Omega offerings they were.

She needed it.

She wanted to be licked like cream.

She wanted to be eaten until she cried.

And I was going to do it right fucking there.

Against the wall.

With her dress pulled down, her tits bouncing in my mouth, her knees weak and her voice hoarse from moaning my name.

I didn’t care where we were.

I didn’t care who was still in the pack house.

She came to me.

She ran to me.

Right fucking there.

Until the whole house heard her cry out Daddy while my knot split her open and my cum filled her womb again.

But then that door opened.

And that fucking voice cut through everything.

“Damon!

That voice stole the sound of Lyra’s next moan from my mouth.

It stole the taste of her tit from my tongue.

It stole the sacred moment when I was about to ruin her completely and make her forget why she was ever afraid.

I didn’t even look at her at first.

My hands were still on Lyra.

She was frozen.

Her nipple was still bare.

Still pink.

Still mine.

And her breath was still heavy with the whimper she never got to release.

She whispered it so quietly I almost missed it.

But I heard her.

“This bitch.”