Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 231

~Lyra~

The doctor pushed my shirt up again and applied the cool gel. I gasped, body jerking.

Not because it was cold..though it was..but because the pressure was too much. Everything inside me was on fire.

My nipples were hard and leaking. My clit was pounding. My belly was round and tight and needy. I was a disaster of lust and hormones and fear and I couldn’t tell where one feeling ended and the next began.

“There,” the doctor said, pointing at the little screen. “Four. All with heartbeats.”

My head snapped toward the monitor.

And sure enough.

One. Two. Three. Four.

I stopped breathing again.

“They’re real,” I whispered. “They’re actually real. There’s four… four babies inside me. Four people. With heartbeats. With futures. With..oh my God, what if they all cry at the same time?!”

“Lyra,” Damon growled softly.

“Don’t ‘Lyra’ me! You did this! This is your fault! I didn’t even know I was ovulating! I just thought I was being dramatic and then BAM! Heat. Knot. Babies! Plural!

“Do you even know what this means? We need cribs! Four cribs! We need a mansion! We need nipple pads! What if they bite?! Oh my God, what if they’re like you? What if they come out with growls and fangs and instincts?! What if they smell slick and want to fuck everything by age ten?!”

Damon stood.

Full height.

I gulped.

Hard.

He leaned down, so close his mouth was at my ear, his breath brushing my skin like a sin I wasn’t allowed to have yet.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered, “the second she leaves this room.”

And then he said more.

He didn’t even give me time to process.

“Not gently. Not sweet. Not slow. Not the way you cry for when you’re being soft and bratty and trying to tease me. I’m going to fuck you the way you need it. I’m going to fuck you like you’re still in heat. Like you’re begging to be knocked up again. Like I didn’t already fill you with four.”

My mouth dropped open like I’d just been slapped with a lightning bolt.

I blinked. Once. Twice. Nothing came out of my mouth except a half-moan.

“And I’m not going to stop,” he whispered, his hand ghosting over the swell of my stomach, his fingers spreading like he was already claiming every inch.

Not just a smirk. Not just a grunt. A full, deep, fucking chuckle that made my nipples harden and my toes curl and my brain scream ride him, slut like a siren on repeat.

“Damon,” I gasped, chest heaving, arms flailing like I could physically cool myself off by swatting at the air. “If you even breathe too close to me, I’m going to scream. My body is malfunctioning. I think I might actually come if you lick your lips. I’m not exaggerating. I’m clinically unstable right now.”

“I know,” he said darkly, stroking one finger along my inner thigh without touching where I needed it most.

“And I’m still horny!” I shrieked. “Like what is wrong with me?! I cried. I panicked. I had a whole monologue about being broken and overwhelmed and my pussy still wants your knot like we didn’t just survive a reproductive earthquake. Are Omega hormones this deranged? Is this what being mated to you does to me?!”

His hand slipped a little higher.

I flailed.

“No. No! Don’t you dare!” I gasped, voice high-pitched and trembling. “The doctor is here. This is not sanitary! This is not ethical! This is the opposite of a recovery period!”

He looked me dead in the eyes.

“You said you’d ride me,” he said, low and cruel and devastating.

“I panicked!” I cried again, grabbing the edge of the exam table like it could save me. “I’m not in my right mind! I’m unstable! I’m..”

“Wet.”