Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 16.

~Damon~

I came down the stairs like a man possessed.

The phone was pressed to my ear. My voice already loud, sharp and fucking angry, my blood still hot from last night. I hadn’t slept. I’d barely fucking breathed.

"Listen to me and listen well," I growled into the line, low and pissed. "If the council room isn’t secured before I get there, I’m going to start cutting off fingers and feeding them to the dogs. One for every minute I wait. Do you understand me, Micah?"

There was a pause.

"Y-yes Alpha..."

"Don’t fucking stutter."

I stepped into the hallway, jaw tight, voice rising.

"You’ve had three goddamn days to sweep the perimeter. And you’re telling me now...now..that two of your men didn’t report back? Are you out of your fucking mind?"

"They...They went radio silent at the East wall. We think..."

"Don’t tell me what you think. You’re not paid to think. You’re paid to obey. If there’s a breach, I want it sealed. If there are rogues, I want them dead. And if one fucking councilman smells fear on my land today, I will personally slit your throat and let your replacement mop your blood off the stones."

Silence.

I kept walking.

"Call Matteo. Call Roman. Call everyone and reinforce the North ridge now. This is not a request. This is not a goddamn discussion. I want the training grounds locked, the Omega dens sealed, and every guard in their full shift gear before the next hour. If I see one more half-assed patrol I’ll hang them by their ankles outside the gate and let the crows eat them alive."

"Yes, Alpha."

"Get it done."

I ended the call.

The second my thumb slid across the screen and the hallway fell quiet.

I saw her.

And my body stopped existing.

Because Lyra... was in the kitchen.

And my cock instantly hardened with such violent speed it hurt.

She was alone.

Facing the cabinets.

Stretching on tiptoe to reach the top shelf.

And I swear to every dark fucking god that ever lived..she wasn’t wearing a fucking thing underneath that shirt.

She had her earbuds in. Oblivious. Music loud enough to bleed through. Head bobbing softly like she was lost in her own little world. Just... humming. Innocent.

But her body?

It was sin incarnate.

She wore my shirt. How did she Gertrude my shirt? Maybe Tasha gave it to her.

It was one of the old white ones.

Paper thin.

Loose in the arms.

Clinging tight at the waist from her damp skin.

And completely see-through.

I could see the curve of her tits..the soft bounce of them as she moved. The dark rose of her nipples pressing against the cotton like they were begging for attention. Her areolas were large, swollen, puckered like she’d been rubbing them in the shower.

And that shirt?

It didn’t even cover her ass.

As she stood on her toes, the hem rose higher.

Higher.

And then.

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

Her ass.

Her bare ass.

No panties.

Not even a scrap of fabric.

Just soft, full cheeks, flushed faint pink like she’d just been spanked. Her skin shimmered in the morning light..slick with lotion or leftover steam, I didn’t care. It made her thighs glow. Made her legs look like they’d been dipped in cream and kissed by the moon.

And I could see her cunt.

Her little pink pussy peeking between her legs.

Shaved bare. So fucking clean. So tight.

The lips were parted from the stretch.

And they were wet.

Glistening wet.

Like she was already soaked.

Already aching.

Already dripping just from being in my house.

I could see the tight slit, barely wide enough for a finger, pulsing slightly with every breath she took. Her thighs were slick. The soft crease where her cheeks met her thighs shimmered like honey.

Her scent hit me next.

Hot.

Fresh.

Ripe.

Her natural slick curled through the air like smoke and sin, thick with arousal, completely unaware of how fucking dangerous it was for me to smell her like that this early.

My cock pressed so hard against my pants I thought the fabric might rip. It was long. Heavy. Angry. Precum leaking from the tip like spit, soaking into my waistband in hot, sticky patches.

She made a soft sound.

A sigh.

Her body shifted.

The shirt lifted higher.

And that was when I saw it.

A single drop of slick running down her inner thigh.

Slow.

Shiny.

It glided down the smooth skin like a whisper, catching the light before slipping over her knee and falling to the floor.

And she didn’t even know.

Didn’t fucking know I was behind her.

Watching.

Breathing like a goddamn monster.

Fighting every part of me that screamed to move.

To grab her.

To shove her face-first into the counter, yank that shirt over her head, and ram my cock into her virgin cunt until she bled.

Her arms stretched higher.

She whimpered softly when she couldn’t reach.

And her ass wiggled.

That perfect little bounce nearly killed me.

Her thighs spread just enough to give me a full view of her pussy lips..tight, blushed, wet..and fuck, the small pucker of her hole clenched like it felt me staring.

I took a step forward.

One step.

I licked my lips.

I reached for her.

"Good morning, Dad."

My body went cold.

Still.

Dead.

I turned my head slowly, blood still roaring in my ears, cock still hard enough to cut granite.

She was on the stairs. My daughter. Rubbing her eyes, pink robe tied loosely at her waist.