Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 128

Lyra

"Oh my God," I hissed, pacing now because of course I was. My thoughts were moving at eighty miles per hour and I needed to move with them.

"I’m an Omega. An unmarked. Oh wait scratch that, I forgot you fucking bit me when we fucked. He smirked when I said it as I continued.

"I am unstable, slightly traumatized, probably-going-into-heat again cause I can feel it. Do you have any idea what happens when an Omega goes running with a horny Alpha in the woods?! That’s not a run, that’s foreplay with bark."

He chuckled.

Not laughed.

Chuckled.

Like he thought it was cute that I was spiraling and melting down like my entire reproductive system wasn’t already clenching at the idea of being chased.

"And who told you I was horny kitten" he muttered with a smirk.

"Oh please. Cut the act Damon. I fucking know you too well"

"I won’t touch you," he said, still calm. Still smug. Still very much the problem. "Unless you want me to."

"Unless I want you to?" I shrieked, because what the hell kind of loophole Alpha logic was that? "Damon, do you have any idea what I’d do if you chased me through the woods? I’d fall. I’d whimper. I’d trip over a log and beg you to fuck me against it. I wouldn’t survive two minutes!"

His grin spread like sin across his face, and I could see it—clear as day—the hunger in his eyes, the way his body tensed like he wanted me to say yes, the way his wolf was already pacing under his skin, waiting.

"That’s the point," he said softly. "You need to be hunted."

And oh my God.

That was it.

That was the line that broke me.

My thighs squeezed so tight I almost gave myself a cramp. My hands flew to my hair. My whole body was hot. Like, stupid hot. Like maybe-I-should-jump-out-the-window hot. Because what kind of line was that? What kind of man said that with a straight face and expected me to stay calm?

"I hate you," I whispered dramatically, already knowing I was going to say yes. "Like genuinely hate you. You’re sick. You’re dangerous. You’re going to ruin me."

"I already have," he said, stepping closer until his mouth was right against mine. "Now run, kitten. Before I change my mind and take you right here instead."

And I swear to God—I whimpered.

Because part of me wanted to run.

But the other part?

The filthy, needy, Omega part?

Wanted to be caught. He growled as he caught me starting into space in thoughts.

"Shit, Lyra," he growled under his breath, taking one step closer like he couldn’t help himself anymore, like he was trying not to pounce right here in the kitchen. "You don’t even know what you do to me, do you?"

I blinked up at him, breathing way too fast for someone who was still fully clothed and allegedly safe inside her house.

My palms were sweaty. My thighs were sticky. My brain was just looping one sentence on repeat: Do not say yes. Do not say yes. Do not say yes.

"Run with me," he said again, slower this time, darker, like he knew exactly how to crawl under my skin and make it burn. "Let your wolf out. Let me see her. Let her see me."

I shook my head quickly. "Nope. Absolutely not. Bad idea. Worst idea. You’re literally like a big, scary, top-of-the-food-chain Alpha. The kind with glowing eyes and zero self-control. And me? who gets turned on when you growl, Damon. I’m not trying to start a forest fire with my vagina."

He smirked. Smirked. Like he thought it was cute that I was spiraling again. He reached for me, trailing his fingers down my arm, soft and slow and way too possessive for my nervous system to handle right now.

"Oh, kitten," he purred, brushing a knuckle along my jaw. "You’re scared I’ll catch you, aren’t you?"

"I’m scared I’ll let you," I snapped, but my voice betrayed me by sounding all breathy and horny instead of firm and threatening.

He chuckled, tilting his head slightly, watching me like prey. "You say that like it’s not going to happen. Like you won’t look back at me halfway through the woods with those big eyes and that soaked little scent trail, begging me to tackle you."

I whimpered.

Like actually whimpered.

My thighs pressed together on instinct, and I cursed under my breath because he noticed. Of course he noticed.

He stepped behind me, leaned in close, and whispered against the back of my neck, "I’ll give you a head start. Just enough to make it fun."

"Damon," I warned, but it came out like a moan.

"Ten seconds, kitten," he said, already sounding like he was counting them in his head. "Ten seconds to run. Ten seconds before I let the Alpha out. Before I stop pretending to behave. Before I chase you down, pin you to the forest floor, and remind you who you belong to."

And God help me, I wanted it.

I wanted it so bad I could barely breathe.

His lips brushed my ear.

"Say yes."

I turned around slowly, chest rising and falling way too fast, eyes locking with his.

And I smirked.

"I hope you’re fast, Daddy."

He grinned, fangs flashing.

"Then run, little Omega."