Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 229

I spiraled.

“Oh my God. Oh my fucking God. Why am I horny?” I cried, staring down at myself like my body had betrayed me in the most offensive, sluttiest way possible.

“What is happening to me?! This can’t be normal! I’m crying and pregnant and scared and probably going to die and my vagina is like, ‘Hey queen, now would be a really great time to get railed again.’ What the hell is wrong with me?!”

The doctor looked like she wanted to disappear. Damon looked like he wanted to take me up on it.

“No. Nope. Do not look at me like that,” I hissed at him, pointing a shaky finger at his face. “Don’t you dare do the growly Alpha thing. Not now. Not when I’m emotionally compromised and clinically insane. You think this is sexy? You think me ugly crying and threatening to name our babies Eenie, Meenie, Miney, and Fuck-It is hot?”

He smirked.

He actually smirked.

I gasped like I’d just been slapped with a dildo.

“I knew it,” I shrieked. “You’re not normal either! This whole thing is cursed. I’m over here crying about stretch marks and baby carriages and you’re looking at me like you want to bend me over the examination table while the doctor holds a fucking stethoscope to my belly!”

“Lyra,” Damon said, his voice low and rough, which was not helping, by the way, “your scent just changed.”

I blinked. “What scent?”

“Your scent baby,” he growled.

“Oh my God,” I screamed, and I tried to cross my legs but it was too late, I could feel it, my stupid pussy was soaked and my thighs were warm and I knew exactly what he meant. I was leaking. I was leaking like some Omega fountain of filth and pregnancy hormones.

“I’m disgusting!” I cried, flailing my arms dramatically. “This is wrong! I should be throwing up or fainting or making a baby registry! Not dripping slick all over your lap while we talk about quadruplets!”

“You’re not disgusting,” he murmured, his thumb stroking my lower belly like he was calming a wild animal.

“I feel disgusting! I feel like one of those girls in heat p**n who moan while the doctor fingers them during a check-up! I feel like I should be in a video titled ‘Pregnant and Desperate-Omega Needs Alpha Knot After Ultrasound Meltdown!””

The doctor cleared her throat and awkwardly took a step away from us.

I turned to her with wide, pleading eyes.

“Is this normal?” I demanded. “Am I broken? Is this some weird Omega hormone overload thing? Do I need pills? Therapy? A religious intervention?”

She looked slightly horrified but tried to keep it together.

“Don’t look at me like that! I didn’t mean to say that out loud. That was my horny brain talking. That was the Omega in me, okay? That was the sex demon version of me that shows up when you get too close and breathe through your nose like that and my slick starts leaking and I forget how to human.”

He didn’t say anything. His eyes just darkened.

“Oh my God, don’t smirk!” I gasped. “Seriously, you’re making it worse. Because now I can’t stop imagining it. You, standing right here in front of the doctor like some Alpha god with your cock out, hard, thick, veins pulsing, and me just climbing into your lap like a sex-starved housewife with zero shame and too much milk swelling in her tits.”

The doctor made a choked sound behind me, but I was too far gone.

“I’m not okay,” I whispered dramatically. “Like genuinely, mentally, spiritually, sexually..not okay. Do you know what I’m picturing right now? You pushing me back on this exam bed, lifting my legs, pulling my soaked panties to the side and just sliding in while I scream your name so loud the nurses outside faint.”

Damon stepped closer.

I took a shaky breath and slapped my hand over my forehead.

“I want it,” I confessed, full-blown unraveling. “I want you to ruin me again. Right here. With the doctor standing three feet away and my body all puffed up and fertile and leaking.