Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 12

~~Lyra~~

My eyes fluttered shut.

And it wasn’t soft.

It wasn’t innocent.

It felt like collapse. Like my body had short-circuited under the pressure of his presence.

Like my mind couldn’t bear the heat that surged through me the second his fingers brushed the top of my chest.

Everything in me clenched.

My pussy.

My stomach.

My throat.

It was like all my nerves had been rewired just for him.

To feel him.

To want him.

To fucking need him like oxygen I hadn’t earned.

I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until my lips parted and it shuddered out of me like a moan I was too scared to let escape.

Because I wasn’t just standing there anymore.

I was unraveling.

My robe was already loose, gaping, barely covering anything. My nipples were hard..aching points beneath the silk. My skin felt too tight. My core pulsed so violently it was like a second heartbeat between my legs.

And I could feel a thread of wetness sliding down the inside of my thighs again.

Fresh.

Hot.

Soaking me.

I thought I was empty.

After everything earlier.

After the orgasms. The crying. The drinking.

But no.

He was here now.

And with just a few words and the heat of his breath on my skin, he made my entire body start over.

"You’re so soft," he murmured, voice like gravel. Like sin. "Your skin... fuck. I remember when you were just a kid. Flat little chest. Always hiding behind books and oversized shirts like some shy little thing."

I didn’t move.

I couldn’t.

I was frozen with my back to him, my hands gripping the edge of the counter like it was the only thing keeping me upright. My thighs pressed together, squeezing my swollen clit, and I nearly groaned from how sensitive I already was.

His voice dropped lower. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

But the words got filthier. Darker I must say.

"But now?" he breathed. "Now look at you."

His fingers moved down again.

So slow.

So agonizing.

They stopped right on my titties. Fuck!! Fucking suck them daddy!!!

Not squeezing.

Not groping. Just resting.

Like he was teasing both of us.

Like he wanted to see if I’d beg.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to sob from the restraint.

Because all I could think was...

Please.

Please squeeze and suck my nipples.

"They’re heavy now," he said softly, like he was in awe. "So fucking full. Straining against this thin little robe. I can see them bouncing every time you breathe. You feel it, don’t you? The ache?"

I nodded. Weakly. Shamefully.

"I bet they get sore when you’re turned on," he whispered. "Don’t they?"

"Yes," I breathed.

My voice wasn’t even mine.

It was wrecked.

It was soaked in desperation.

And when I felt the tip of his finger stroke the edge of my breast..barely a graze..I almost came right then and there.

"Fuck," he groaned under his breath. "They’re so fucking soft. I’d bury my face in them and suck until you cry. Until you beg me to stop."

I whimpered.

Out loud this time.

I didn’t care.

I couldn’t care.

"I bet they’re sensitive too," he continued, voice curling like smoke around my spine. "Bet if someone bit down right here.."

His finger slid to my nipple beneath what I wore , the lightest tap.

"..you’d scream, wouldn’t you?"

I nodded again.

Tears burned behind my eyes.

Not from sadness.

From need.

He leaned in.

I felt his breath on my throat.

"You let someone do that to you this summer?" he asked darkly. "You let some punk teenager suck on what doesn’t belong to him?"

"No," I whispered. "I don’t have a boyfriend."

He paused.

I could feel him stilling behind me.

"Hm," he murmured.

"Hmmm. Is that so?"

That sound..God, that sound..slithered down my spine like oil. It was low. Deep. Almost like he was tasting me without using his mouth.

Like he already knew exactly what was running between my thighs and wanted to make it worse.

I squeezed the counter. My knuckles ached. My fingers dug into the cold marble like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to the world. My body had stopped being mine the second he walked in.

I could feel him behind me. Not touching.

But close.

Too close.

The kind of close that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

The kind of close that made my stomach flip and the heat between my legs pulse.

"You really think I’m going to touch you?"

I didn’t move.

Couldn’t speak.

My throat was dry. My mouth open.

Because I had thought he would.

Because my cunt was wet and begging for it.

Because I’d come down here not just for the drink.

But for this. For him. For something..anything.

And he knew it.

He fucking knew.

"I’m not going to," he said, stepping closer..not to touch me, just to make sure I felt it. "I’m not touching you, Lyra."

The sound of my name on his tongue sent a violent shiver down my back.

He said it like it didn’t belong to me.

Like it was his already.

"You’ve got all these dirty little fantasies in your head," he murmured, his voice sliding over my skin like heat, "and you need to get rid of them. Now."

I shut my eyes tight.

No. No, I can’t.

Because the fantasies were all I had.