Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 287 Free reading

I almost choked to death right there.

I slapped both hands over my face because my brain couldn’t handle it. I was eighteen. I was literally just eighteen. I wasn’t built for this level of public humiliation before my second cup of coffee.

“Oh my God,” I mumbled into my palms, rocking slightly like I was comforting my own soul. “Oh my actual God, I’m going to die. I’m not even going to make it to lunch. I will spontaneously combust right here at this table.”

And that devil in human form wasn’t done.

“You were loud, sweetheart, ” he added, voice low and teasing like he wanted to make sure the entire house burned down with me. “Could hear you all the way across the hall. Begging him to suck your little…”

“Shut the fuck up Daren! ” Oh boy.

The way he said it. The way his jaw tightened and his eyes darkened like he was two seconds from flipping the whole table over and strangling his own twin with the tablecloth and for some reason Daren just leaned back in his chair, smirk curling wider like he lived to poke this bear until it mauled him.

“Not my business?” Daren said, voice all calm and smooth like he wasn’t about to get murdered in front of his entire family.

“Brother, I couldn’t sleep because of your little mate here. You thinkl wasn’t going to ask about it? She was screaming for you like you invented the word sin. We all heard her. Grandma heard her. The staff heard her. Hell, the neighbors probably heard her.”

Oh my God.

I wanted to grab a knife off the table and stab myself just to end it all because he was looking right at me when he said it. Right at me with that cocky grin like he knew exactly how red my face was getting.

“She was begging you to eat her like a— ” “Daren.” Damon’s voice dropped lower, darker. But Daren didn’t stop.

“—like a starved man at a feast,” he finished anyway, tilting his head toward me like he was studying my face, like he was waiting to see if I’d squirm or blush harder or maybe just melt into the ﬂoor and cease existing. “Tell me, sweetheart, do you make those noises every time or was last night special?”

I nearly threw my plate at his stupid, gorgeous, smirking face. “Daren,” Damon growled again, his hand tightening on the edge of the table so hard I swore I heard wood crack.

That maniac just leaned forward, elbows on the table like this was some casual breakfast chat and not the absolute destruction of my social life.

“Relax, brother. I’m just curious,” he said lazily, eyes sliding back to me. “You’re so small. So sweet—looking. Never would have guessed you could get that loud. I mean, I knew you were his mate, but damn. You sounded like you were seeing God.”

I nearly choked on air. “Daren!” Damon’s mother cut in sharply. “Quiet. That is not the way to talk to your brother’s mate.”

Finally. Finally someone said it because my soul was about to climb out of my body and take the next train out of town.