Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 287

Lyra

My hands were flying everywhere, my hair was sticking to my face because I was sweating from yelling so much, and I was mumbling insults under my breath like they were prayers because if I didn’t say them out loud I was going to spontaneously combust.

My wolf was pacing in circles like she wanted to bite somebody in half, my heart was hammering like I had just run a marathon, and the worst part was my entire body still felt hot from the things Daren had said.

"Oh my God, I hate him," I snapped under my breath, kicking something just to have something to abuse. "I hate his stupid face, I hate his stupid voice, I hate his stupid smirk, and when Damon gets home I am personally going to tell him to rip Daren’s arms off and beat him with them because he deserves it."

"Kitten."

I stopped so fast my shoes squeaked against the floor because of course he was behind me. Of course Daren was following me like he didn’t know how to stay in his own lane.

I spun around so fast my hair hit me across the cheek. "What is wrong with you?" I exploded, pointing at him like my finger could stab him from ten feet away. "Do you have a hearing problem? Because I said leave me alone! Those were literally my exact words!"

He didn’t even blink. He just kept walking toward me like he had all the time in the world, like my anger was background noise, like he was the main character in a movie I didn’t sign up for.

And then my back hit the wall again because apparently the universe hates me.

I shoved at his chest even though it was like shoving a damn wall. "I am not kidding, Daren! If you don’t turn around right now and disappear into the woods or the ocean or literally anywhere that is not here, Damon is going to kill you when he gets back. He is going to murder you"

"Kitten," he said again, lower this time, like he was testing my patience on purpose.

My chest locked up like he had physically grabbed my heart.

I shoved him harder. "Stop calling me that!" I yelled, except my voice cracked in the middle like it was auditioning for a sad movie.

"I will have you today. I will fuck you"

My mouth actually fell open. "Oh my God, you are disgusting," I snapped, except my voice shook because my chest was tight and my brain was glitching. "You are so disgusting. Get off me!"

"Kitten," he said again, leaning in so close his breath hit my cheek. "Tell me to stop. Say the word, and I’m gone."

I opened my mouth. I was ready. I was going to say it.

But the word got stuck.

Because my chest was heaving like I had just sprinted through fire, and my stupid body was betraying me in real time while he stood there looking at me like he already knew.

My wolf was losing her mind inside my head.

"Say it," he murmured, his voice dipping so low my stomach actually flipped. "Say you want me to stop."

I hated him. I hated him so much I could barely see straight. I hated his face, I hated his voice, I hated the way my entire body was lighting up like a Christmas tree because he was standing too close, and I hated him even more because he could see it. He could see every single thing I was feeling written all over my stupid face.

Instead of saying stop, I blurted, "Oh my God, you’re such a bastard."

And then, before my brain could save me.

"Fucking touch me," I snapped again, the words ripping out of me like they had been sitting in my throat all day waiting to burn my entire life down. My voice was shaking but I didn’t care.

"Touch me, Darren. Touch my fucking wet pussy right now. You hear me?

He froze like the words had hit him straight in the chest, like I had punched him with them, like he was trying to decide whether to stop this before it got worse or give in to whatever was clearly crawling under his skin.

And then his eyes dropped from my mouth to my throat to my chest and then lower like he was mapping every place he wanted to put his hands before he lost control completely.

"Fuck," he muttered. "You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now."

I grabbed his wrist because I was done with waiting, done with pretending I had any self-control left when my whole body was on fire.

"Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing," I threw back at him, heat shooting up my neck because he was so close I could feel every breath he took.

"And you’re gonna stop talking like you’re innocent when you’re standing there with your dick so hard I can see it through your pants. Look at you, Darren. Look how fucking hard you are for me."

His jaw clenched so hard it looked painful. "Don’t say shit like that," he warned, his voice like a growl, but his hand moved lower anyway, slow, like he was dragging out the moment just to kill me.

"Why not?" I whispered, stepping into him because I had lost my mind completely. "You want it, don’t you? You want to feel how wet I am while Damon’s not here to stop you. Say it. Say you want it."