Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 237

~Damon~

I had waited for the perfect time for her to be ready.

Not just physically. Not just wet and whimpering and begging to be filled. I’m talking ready..body, mind, soul.

Because trust me when I say this… I am a very rough Alpha. I’m not the kind of man who makes love with candlelight and soft hands. I’m not gentle. I don’t take it slow. I destroy. I break. I breed. I dominate until she forgets her own name and screams mine like it’s the only word she’s ever known.

But because of her age.

Because she’s just eighteen.

Because she’s still learning the weight of what she is.

I have been trying. Really fucking trying.

I’ve held myself back in ways no one will ever understand. Every time I sank into her, every time I tied her hands, pulled her hair, fucked her until she passed out from overstimulation..that was me being gentle.

That was the tame version. I know it didn’t feel like it to her. I know she thought that was the beast. But it wasn’t.

That wasn’t even close.

I know some of you might be wondering how the hell what we’ve already done could possibly be considered gentle. All the sex we’ve had. All the ways I’ve used her. Broken her with my knot. That couldn’t have been gentle, right?

For me it was.

I have been holding back so much more than she can even imagine. I have been suppressing the real hunger. The real need. The shift that snarls under my skin every time she cries into a pillow or begs for my cock while trembling on her knees.

Right now, in this room, in this moment..I’m trying.

I’m trying my fucking best not to let the beast out.

But it’s hard. So hard I can feel the edge of my bones humming with restraint. My claws are already pushing against the tips of my fingers.

My canines are dragging against my tongue.

My eyes keep threatening to burn gold.

My control is breaking and the only thing holding me together is her voice in my head begging me.

She’s leaking from her tits. Her belly is swollen from the pups I bred into her. Her moans are muffled. Her nipples are clamped and aching. Her entire body is flushed and shaking and ready.

And still, I’m trying.

I’m inside her. Painfully holding back every instinct screaming at me to ruin her. Her pussy is so tight around my cock it’s like she’s begging me to let go. Her body clenches around me with every inch I give her, and I can feel it..her need, her surrender, her obedience.

She’s ready.

But I’m still trying to protect her.

I’m grinding into her slow, pushing my knot against her without fully forcing it in yet. I’m stroking her clit in gentle circles, dragging out the torment. I’m whispering in her ear, not growling. I’m saying.

“Don’t cum yet, kitten. Daddy’s not done,” when what I want to say is, “You’re about to meet the monster I’ve caged for you.”

I’m trying not to fucking shift.

Because if I do? If I give in?

Because if I do..if I give in, even for a second, even for a breath..there will be no going back. No easing into it. No gentle touches or careful words. No restraints to protect her from me. No soft praise. No patient teasing.

If I give in, the cuffs will snap. I won’t undo them..I’ll break them. I’ll rip the leather from her wrists, throw the gag across the room, and replace it with my hand around her throat.

If I give in, she won’t get Daddy. She’ll get the beast.

Her ruined cunt stuffed full of everything I give her.

Her body trembling in my arms as I kiss the tears off her cheeks and fuck her through every last scream.

And when I’m done..when I’ve poured every last drop of cum into her womb and marked her so deeply she forgets any name but mine-I’ll hold her. I’ll clean her. I’ll praise her.

I’ll whisper good girl, and mean it with every savage part of me.

And if she asks for more?

If she looks up at me with that tear-streaked face and says again, Daddy?

I’ll give her more.

And more.

And more.

Because once the beast comes out, he doesn’t stop.

“I am trying so hard to control myself, kitten. You have no idea what it’s costing me. Every single moan that slips past your gag, every time your pussy squeezes around my cock like it’s trying to suck me deeper.”

“And I am trying..Moon, I am fucking trying..not to snap. Not to shift. Not to ruin you. But the beast inside me is pacing. Scratching. Laughing”

Because it knows the truth.

It knows you’re ready.

“You have no idea how hard I’m fighting this,” I whisper. “You think I’ve been rough with you? You think Daddy’s already broken you?”