Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 14

~Damon~

I slammed the door shut and stood there like a fucking animal.

Breathing hard.

Fists clenched.

Cock still hard enough to cut stone.

She didn’t even know what she did to me.

That little fucking whimper..God, that sound..had sunk under my skin like a drug and now I was high off her. Drunk off the scent of her slick, her sweat, the fucking desperation she wore like perfume.

And I hadn’t even touched her.

I should’ve.

I wanted to.

Every part of me fucking ached for it.

I could still see her in front of me, gripping the counter like it was the only thing keeping her from falling apart. That loose silk robe sticking to the sweat between her tits, the back barely covering her ass. Her thighs trembling. Her pussy dripping. She was soaked. Ruined. Ready.

And I walked away.

Like a fucking saint.

I should be crucified for it.

I stalked across the room and gripped the dresser. My knuckles cracked from how hard I clenched. My veins pulsed. I looked down.

Fuck.

My cock was leaking again. The tip angry red. Slick dripping down the shaft, pulsing with every heartbeat like it was begging to be buried in something tight.

In her.

Only her.

I growled, low and raw, dragging a hand down my face. My body was on fire. My mind? Shot. The only thing playing in my skull on loop was the way her voice broke when she whispered yes. The way she whimpered when I told her I wouldn’t touch her. The way her knees buckled.

She was so close to falling.

One more word. One more inch. I could’ve had her on her knees, crying for it, begging to be filled, to be claimed.

But I didn’t.

Because I’m not a good man.

And I want to do fucking bad things to her.

I want to split her open and watch her cry. I want to shove my cock so deep into her throat she forgets her own fucking name. I want to hear her sob while I knot her and whisper filth in her ear until her whole body trembles with shame and need.

I want her to hate me.

Because I hate myself for wanting her this much.

I cross the room and press my palm to the wall beside the bed. The hidden panel slides open with a quiet hiss.

And there she is.

On the screen.

In the kitchen.

Still on the floor.

Knees curled to her chest. Face hidden in her arms. Shaking like she’s trying to hold herself together and failing miserably.

I zoom in.

Her thighs are still wet. The trail of slick gleams in the soft light. Her robe’s clinging to her tits. She’s crying.

Good.

Fucking good.

I wanted her to cry.

I wanted her to suffer.

Because if I touched her tonight, I would’ve wrecked her.

She’s not ready for that yet.

Not ready for my cock. Not ready for the way I fuck. Not ready for the truth..that I’ve already made her mine in my head a thousand different ways.

I step back and strip off my shirt, muscles tense, body soaked in sweat. My cock is rock hard, veins bulging, precum sliding down the head in slow, obscene drops.

I grab it.

Grip tight.

But I don’t stroke. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

I just hold it. Squeeze it until the ache turns sharp. My teeth grit. My chest heaves.

Because this isn’t enough.

My hand isn’t enough.

Not anymore.

Not when I know what her cunt sounds like when it pulses. Not when I’ve seen her eyes roll back just from words. Not when I can smell her even now, hours later, like her scent owns me.

I step back from the screen and slam the panel closed.

No.

I’m not going to cum.

But Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I slammed my fist against the wall, teeth grinding so hard I tasted blood. My cock didn’t even twitch at the pain. It just throbbed harder, like it liked the punishment.

Like it knew what I was really angry at.

I shouldn’t want her.

I can’t fucking want her.

She’s eighteen.

Eighteen. My daughters best friend

I was there when they brought her home from the hospital. I fucking held her. Rocked her when she wouldn’t sleep. I kissed her forehead when she cried over scraped knees and told her stories about wolves and stars and how one day she’d find a boy who deserved her.

And now?

Now I’m the monster standing in my bedroom with a cock so hard it hurts just thinking about burying it in her sweet, tight, virgin pussy.

Moon Goddesses, what the fuck is wrong with me?

Her face. That trembling mouth. That robe slipping off her shoulder like temptation itself. The way her body moved when I spoke. The way her thighs stayed spread, slick with need like she was born to be fucked.

By me.

No. No, fuck.

She’s Lyra.

She’s a fucking baby.

She’s the girl who used to sneak into my study to steal candy. The one who drew me pictures and called me her "protector." The one who looked at me like I was safe.

And now?

Now she looks at me like I’m the devil she wants to kneel for.

And worse?

I want her to.

I want to take her by the throat and tell her it’s okay to be ruined. That it’s okay if she bleeds. If she cries. If she screams Daddy with my cock shoved so deep she forgets what breathing feels like.

I want to mark her.

I want to knot her.

I want to fuck her until she’s mine in every sense of the word.

I drop into the chair and bury my face in my hands, chest heaving.

"This is sick," I muttered under my breath. "I’m fucking sick."