Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 230

“I want you to fuck me so deep I forget how to say the alphabet. I want to feel it, Damon. I want to feel your knot swell and stretch me open and lock me down so I don’t even remember what it was like to walk around without your cum inside me.”

I was panting now. Fully sweating. My legs were crossed and squirming. My thighs were wet. I didn’t know how to sit still. “I can feel my pussy clenching,” I moaned, like the whore I truly am. “It’s like it’s begging for you. I can’t help it. My womb heard the word ‘four babies’ and now she’s in full Omega heat mode like, yes Daddy, let’s double down on the destruction.” “Lyra,” the doctor said behind me, and her voice cracked a little. “I… I haven’t completed the scan.”

I spun toward her dramatically, arms flailing. “Then complete it! Before I start begging this man to bend me over and breed me again like I’m a p**n star in labor!”

She looked like she wanted to crawl under the bed and cry.

I turned back to Damon, eyes wild, voice breathy. “You have to help me. Or hurt me. Or fuck me until I pass out. I don’t care. Do something. Because my clit is throbbing. Like I can feel every heartbeat in it. I swear I can hear my own pussy breathing. She’s literally going ‘Damon… Damon… Damon…’ like she’s summoning you with a mating chant.”

I fanned myself with both hands. “I’m broken. I’m fucking broken. I’ve reached a level of horny I didn’t even know existed. And I still have tears on my face! Like, what is this? Some twisted Alpha-Omega kink where crying and creaming happen at the same time?!”

Damon stepped closer. His scent washed over me like sex and hunger and a hundred memories of what he did to me the last time I begged.

And suddenly, I didn’t care that we weren’t alone. I didn’t care that I was on a medical bed. I didn’t care that I was carrying four babies and had just screamed at a licensed professional.

All I cared about was the fact that I needed him.

Right here.

Right now.

“Please,” I whimpered. “Do something. Touch me. Push me. Pin me. I don’t care if I give birth right here on this table. Just fuck me first.”

And that was when the doctor dropped her stethoscope.

I turned to the doctor, panting, eyes wild. “I am begging you,” I gasped, and it was not cute. I was full-blown feral.

I whimpered.

“You like it,” I said, my voice breathy, scandalized, almost a moan. “You fucking like this. You love me like this. Crying and leaking and terrified and still asking to get split open like a breeding doll. Admit it.”

He didn’t answer.

His eyes said everything.

Yes. He loved it. Fucking asshole.