Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 130

Lyra

He growled again. This one was softer. Rougher. Deeper. Like it came from a part of him that didn’t understand logic anymore.

"I told you to run," he said darkly, brushing his nose against mine like he was trying to inhale me, "so I could hunt you."

My thighs clenched.

Instantly.

Painfully.

Because that sentence? That sentence was everything.

"And now?" I asked, voice high and shaky because I already knew the answer but I needed to hear it.

His lips brushed the shell of my ear, and I swear I felt it in my soul.

"Now I catch you, kitten," he whispered, hand sliding down the inside of my thigh, fingers curling under the edge of my shorts, "and I remind you who you belong to."

Oh my God.

My legs gave out.

My brain gave up.

And my mouth?

My mouth said the one thing it always says when I’m about to make the worst decision of my life.

"Then do it," I whispered. "Ruin me."

And the look in his eyes when I said that?

It wasn’t human.

It was Alpha.

It was mine.

And the second I said it—"Then do it. Ruin me."—something snapped behind his eyes.

But not in the wild, feral, tear-my-clothes-off-and-fuck-me-into-a-coma kind of way.

No.

Worse.

So much worse.

He smiled.

Not a nice smile. Not a sweet, relieved, oh-wow-we’re-about-to-have-a-romantic-moment smile. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

It was the smile of a man who’d waited long enough. The smile of an Alpha who’d claimed me, chased me, caught me, and now had every intention of dragging it out.

"Oh, kitten," he purred, pressing his hips into mine until I could feel every thick, throbbing inch of what was waiting for me in his pants, "you say the most dangerous things."

My breath caught.

Because holy hell he was hard. And thick. And hot through his pants like his cock was already aching for a place to bury itself.

And I was right here.

Soaking.

Throbbing.

Literally panting against a tree like a sex-deprived Disney princess.

I rocked my hips into his, just barely, just enough to rub myself against the heat pressing into my stomach. I was already swollen down there. Already soaked. My panties were ruined. Everything was wet and slick and messy and needy, and if he didn’t do something about it soon I was going to absolutely scream.

But of course, he didn’t move.

He didn’t give me what I wanted.

He fucking laughed.

"You think I’m gonna ruin you now?" he asked softly, dragging his fingers up my thigh, higher, higher, until he was right at the edge of where I was dripping. "After that perfect little chase? No, kitten. No. I want to enjoy this."

I whimpered.

Actually whimpered.

And not in a cute way. No, I sounded desperate. Broken. Like someone had yanked the cord out of my brain and all that was left was pure, panting, heat-drunk need.

"Damon," I whispered, trying to grind against his hand, but he pulled back just enough to make me cry out. "Please. Don’t tease me. I can’t take it."

"Yes, you can," he said, leaning in and dragging his tongue up the side of my neck like he was licking the sweat off my skin. "You were made to take it."

He moved lower.

His mouth kissed along my throat. My collarbone. The spot just above my breast.

His hands? Everywhere.

One gripping my waist so hard I knew I’d bruise.

The other running down my stomach, pausing just above the waistband of my shorts.

Just pausing.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered, and his lips brushed the underside of my jaw, right where my skin was vibrating. "Use your words, kitten."

My body bucked.

My brain was falling apart. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t even breathe without tasting him. Without smelling him. That Alpha scent that made my whole spine curl. The one that said you’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine over and over again until I didn’t even know what my own name was anymore.

"I want—" I gasped, grinding into him again and nearly sobbing when he pulled back once more, "fuck, Damon, I want your hands. I want your mouth. I want your cock, I want everything, I want—shit—I want to come so bad it hurts."

"Mmm," he hummed, dragging his hand even lower until his fingers were resting right at the curve between my thighs, pressing down so gently it made me cry out. "So wet, kitten. You like being hunted that much?"

"Yes," I choked out. "God, yes. I’ve never been this wet in my life. I feel like I’m going to explode."

"You are," he whispered. "But not yet."

His hand slid up again.

Not down.

Up.

Away from the part of me that was literally twitching for him. Away from the slick heat pooling in my panties. He skimmed his fingers over my belly, up to my ribs, and then under my shirt.

Slowly.

So fucking slowly.

"You’re mean," I gasped, grabbing his arm like I could guide him back down. "You’re evil. You’re literally torturing me."

"I know," he said, and there was a soft, dangerous smile in his voice. "But you’re going to thank me for it later."

And then—then—his thumb brushed over my nipple.