Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 132

Lyra

"Run, kitten."

That’s what he said. That’s all he said. And just like that, I was gone. My entire body snapped into action like I had no control over it.

One second I was staring at him, wide-eyed and soaking wet, my legs barely working because he had just finger-fucked my soul out of my body under a tree.

The next second, I was shifting. Fur rushed over my skin like a second orgasm, my bones cracked, my teeth sharpened, and my paws slammed into the forest floor so hard I actually startled a few birds out of the trees.

And then I ran.

I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. My whole body was moving on pure adrenaline and filthy instinct. My tail was high, my chest was pounding, and my entire lower half was dripping so badly it actually made me stumble.

I swear to the Moon Goddess, I felt my slick leaking down the inside of my thighs while I was running. Full-speed. In wolf form. Through the fucking woods.

Which, I’m pretty sure, isn’t normal.

And yet—somehow—it was exactly right.

Because I wasn’t just running to escape. I was running to be caught. To be chased. Hunted. Cornered. Mounted. My heart was screaming in my chest. Not from fear. From heat. From knowing what was coming.

From knowing that behind me, not far at all, my Alpha was already running. Already planning how he was going to pin me down the second I slowed.

And I couldn’t stop thinking.

Not even for a second.

Oh my God, I’m actually doing this. I’m running. He told me to run and I just shifted and ran like my cunt was in charge of my entire nervous system. What is wrong with me? This is so bad. This is so, so bad.

Why am I throbbing while sprinting? Why am I dripping so much I can feel it even through fur? Is this what being mated feels like? Is this what real Omegas do? Do they just lose their fucking minds and let their Alpha hunt them like wild animals?

And then—

his voice hit me.

Inside my head.

(Fuck, your wolf looks so beautiful.) 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

I tripped.

Actually tripped mid-step, paws stumbling over a root because holy fucking hell, he was in my head now. Damon was mind-linking me and it didn’t sound like a normal voice. It sounded like sex. Like heat soaked in dominance. Like his voice had grown claws and was dragging them down my spine from the inside out.

(I can’t wait to claim her.)

I whimpered. Out loud. In wolf form.

My tongue lolled from my mouth. My paws lost rhythm for a split second. My whole body flushed hot, inside and out, because the way he said it wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t romantic. It was a snarl. A dirty, possessive, snarling confession that made my slick coat the inside of my legs again and my claws dig harder into the ground.

He wasn’t just chasing me. He was imagining me in wolf form, bent over, whining, tail lifted, legs trembling as he mounted me and shoved his knot inside. He was imagining my fur wet with sweat and slick, my body broken open around his cock, tied to him in every way that mattered.

And I couldn’t stop picturing it either.

I was running through the forest, heart thudding like war drums, and all I could think about was how it would feel. His weight pressing down on my back.

His fangs at the back of my neck. His cock splitting me open, stretching me wider than I’d ever been, and the knot. Oh God, the knot. I could already feel it swelling in my head like a fantasy too dangerous to say out loud.

(You smell so fucking ready.) His voice curled in my brain like smoke. (Your little wolf cunt’s leaving a trail.

You think I can’t taste your heat all over the air? You think I won’t catch you, pin you to the floor, and fuck that sweet little hole until you’re howling loud enough to wake the gods?)

I nearly collapsed.

My body was buzzing. My muscles twitching. My cunt aching so bad it almost made me slow down just so he’d grab me sooner. I could feel his paws closing in behind me, feel the heat of his breath against the back of my tail.

I made it to the clearing by the cabin and leapt up onto the porch, barely catching myself as I skidded forward and shifted back. My naked body hit the wooden floor and I was breathless, covered in sweat, heart racing like it was going to burst out of my chest.

And then he was there.

Full wolf.

Bigger than I remembered.

Darker. Rougher. The kind of predator you didn’t run from—you offered yourself to.

He shifted mid-step. His fur melted into skin, and suddenly he was standing over me. Naked. Covered in dirt and heat and muscles so tight it looked like his whole body was carved from rage. His cock was already hard. Already leaking. Already aimed between my legs like it knew where it belonged.