Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 328

And oh my Goddess, I wanted to scream, because he was right. He was absolutely right. The second I saw those tattoos I wanted to claw him down, shove him flat, and lick every single curve of black ink until I was drunk on him. But do you think I could admit that? No. Because my stupid mouth is allergic to silence.

So what did I say? "I don’t! I don’t like them! You’re insane, Damon. Absolutely insane. I don’t care about your tattoos at all, they don’t even look that good—" and then of course my eyes betrayed me by dropping right down to the thick band of ink stretching over his chest, and I whimpered.

"Fine. Okay. They look incredible. They look too incredible. Are you happy now? You’re hotter. You’re ridiculously hotter, and it makes me so mad because I was barely surviving you before and now you’ve gone and upgraded yourself like some kind of demon god!"

Damon smirked, leaning closer, the shadows of his tattoos dancing with every flex of muscle, and his wolf rumbled deep in his chest. "Say it again."

"I already said it!" I threw my hands up, groaning, my face hot, my body betraying me by pressing back against the pillows like he was already on top of me.

"Yes, I like them! Yes, they make you hotter! Yes, I hate you for it! You’ve already ruined me, Damon! You ruined my body, my sanity, my sleep, my freedom, my everything, and now you’re standing there looking like..like temptation carved out of ink and scars, and I can’t even breathe when I look at you!"

My head was spinning. My heart was pounding. My brain was shrieking at me shut up, Lyra, shut up before he eats you alive, but of course I couldn’t.

"Do you even know what you’ve done to me? I can’t walk through the house without thinking about you. I can’t lie down without smelling you. I can’t even close my eyes without seeing your stupid smug face! And now you’ve added tattoos into the mix, Damon! Tattoos! Who does that?! You were already dangerous, already obsessed, already making me insane, and now I just want to bite every line of ink on your body like some deranged lunatic!"

His smirk widened, slow and cruel and knowing. He pressed his hand against the headboard, caging me in, his mouth a breath from mine. "So bite them, kitten. Every single one."

And my brain short-circuited because, oh Goddess, he meant it. He actually meant it.

"One second thought. Ride me, kitten."

My heart stopped. My whole body stopped. And then my brain exploded. "What?!" I squeaked, my voice cracking so high it could’ve shattered glass. "Ride you?

He leaned closer, his tattoos shifting across his chest like fire, his wolf in his eyes, and he said it again, slower this time, darker. "Come ride me."

I swear my entire body betrayed me in that second. Heat slammed into me, my thighs clenched, my pulse tripped over itself, and my thoughts went crazy. I can’t do this. I shouldn’t do this. I want to do this so badly. Oh Goddess, I’m going to die. He’s going to break me. But it’s been months. I’ve missed him. I’ve missed everything. I want it. I need it. I can’t breathe without it.

"You’re...Hmmm...," I rambled.

He tilted his head, his smirk deepening, his voice a growl that shook the bedframe. "You’ll do it. Because you’re mine. I’ve left you to heal for these months and because you’ve missed my cock every second of these months. Because your body remembers me even when you try to lie. And because you want to prove you can take me, don’t you, kitten?"

And oh Goddess, he was right. He was so fucking right. My face burned, my chest heaved, and my thighs pressed together like I could hide how badly I needed him. I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to slap him. I wanted to crawl onto him and lose myself until I couldn’t think anymore.

"I hate you," I whispered, my voice shaking, my hands still clutching him. "I hate how much I want you."

He laughed, low and dangerous, pulling me closer, his lips brushing mine. "Then ride me, kitten. Hate me while you moan for me."

His smirk widened as he leaned back against the headboard, broad chest covered in those new tattoos that made my brain short-circuit every time I looked at them. He spread his legs like a king taking his throne, one hand stroking down his inked stomach in a way that made my mouth go dry.

"I know you’ve missed this dick"

His eyes locked on mine like he was already inside me, like he didn’t even need to move to own me. He curled his fingers around himself, thick and hard, and my breath stuttered so violently it turned into a sob.

"Come take it in your pussy, kitten."

Fuck.