Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 235

Damon

Fucking hell. She’s so hot it hurts to look at her.

Pregnant and hot Grinding that fat little ass like it was made to tease me into insanity. And it’s working. Every sway of her hips is like a goddamn drug.

Every bounce of those leaking tits makes my cock twitch so hard it aches. She knows it too. That’s the worst part. My little kitten knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and she’s fucking loving it.

I didn’t know Lyra could be like this.

I didn’t know she could turn into this wild, filthy, cocky little nymph who struts around with my knot still leaking out of her and tells me what to do like I’m hers.

And I am.

Fucking hell, I am.

Oh, how much she’s grown.

How much I’ve changed her.

How much I’ve broken and rebuilt her into this perfect fucking Omega slut who’s not just mine—she’s proud to be mine. She doesn’t even flinch anymore when I growl. She moans. She smiles. She bends over and makes it clap.

My little kitten is all grown up. And she’s fucking sexy.

She got in front of me and bent over, ass in the air, cunt dripping, tits swinging, and I nearly lost my shit. She knew what she was doing. Every time she bit her lip, every time she moaned Daddy in that breathless, teasing voice, I felt my control slipping inch by inch.

I had already shifted back. My bones were cracked into place, my claws had retracted, but my wolf... he wasn’t calm. He wasn’t satisfied.

He was prowling beneath my skin, teeth bared, eyes burning, and he was whispering things in my head I could barely handle.

"Look at her. Look what we did."

"She’s pregnant with our pups. And she’s still begging to be bred again."

"She’s ours. Our cunt. Our bitch. Our throne"

"She dances for us now. She rides for us now. She commands because we trained her to obey, and now she’s showing off what she learned."

"Let her. Let her take control. She’s not done breaking us."

"You want her to ride you so bad you’re drooling, Alpha. Let her mount. Let her grind. Let her flood you until your cock forgets how to stop."

I clenched my jaw. My arms were shaking. My cock was already soaked in her slick and throbbing against my stomach. She had told me to put my hands up. Told me to lean back and spread my legs. And I did.

Not because I lost control.

But because I needed to fucking see what she’d do with the power she’d just taken.

She stepped over me like she owned the world. She straddled my lap like she’d done it a thousand times. And when she started to roll her hips, slow, taunting, slick dragging over the head of my cock, I felt something inside me crack.

My wolf growled inside my skull, clawing at my spine with every roll of her pussy.

"Let her milk us. Let her ruin us. Let her ride us until she fucking drowns in our cum."

"Make her queen of our cock. Make her beg for more."

And I was about to. I was about to let her ride until she screamed so loud the fucking Moon shook.

Spread your legs, baby," she said, and her voice wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was pure fucking dominance wrapped in silk and soaked in sin.

She slid off my lap slowly, pussy dragging over the top of my cock with one last tease that nearly made me groan.

My entire body jerked at the contact. My balls were already full, already aching to release again, and she just smiled like she could feel the tension rolling off me in waves.

I watched her with a tight jaw, my arms still above my head, elbows pulled back as I gripped the top of the chair like she’d fucking ordered me to.

"What are you doing, kitten?" I asked, my voice low and hoarse from how hard I was holding back. I could feel my cock pulsing against my belly, the head leaking slick across my skin, and all she did was hum.

She stepped forward again, slow and sultry, her eyes locked on mine with that wicked sparkle that told me she wasn’t done teasing. She wasn’t even close.

"Shhh," she whispered, placing her finger against my lips. "You talk too much, Daddy."

And fuck..just hearing her say that in that tone made my entire body shiver.

Then she dropped the act and went in.

She bent low. Started with my neck. Her lips brushed the skin lightly, barely a kiss at first. Then she opened her mouth and sucked.

Right over the spot that always made me growl. I clenched my fists tighter above my head, my jaw ticking as she moved to the other side and did it again—only this time slower, wetter, with her tongue trailing just behind the heat of her breath.

She kissed down to my collarbone, dragging her mouth across the ridge like she was tasting salt, like she was tasting me, and I felt the heat from her tongue run straight to the base of my cock.

When she got to my chest, she didn’t stop. She licked one line all the way down the center of my sternum, slow and steady, and the second she hit my abs, she dragged her tongue in lazy little zigzags that made every muscle in my body twitch.