Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 17.

She didn’t know.

She didn’t see what I was about to do.

Didn’t see the way my hand was almost outstretched.

Didn’t hear the way my breath caught.

Didn’t feel the way the air was vibrating with lust.

I cleared my throat, voice strained. "Morning."

She passed by me without a second glance.

Lyra turned around right after.

She saw me.

Smiled.

One earbud slid out.

"Morning, Mr. Thornvale," she said sweetly.

She still had no idea.

No fucking idea what her body just did to me.

No idea that I was standing there with twenty inches of thick, veined cock twitching in my pants, ready to fuck her until she couldn’t walk.

And now?

Now I had to go sit in a council meeting with the taste of her slick still stuck in my nose.

And the image of her pussy dripping down her thighs carved into my brain like a brand.

I was going to fuck her.

And when I did?

I was going to make her cry.

My cock throbbed against my waistband.

I clenched my fists.

And then Tasha opened her mouth and made it worse.

"So. Daddy. I have something to tell you" she said. "Lyra and I are going to a party tonight."

Lyra blinked.

Her lips parted.

Her hand tightened around the mug.

She hadn’t known.

She wasn’t going to a party.

Tasha blindsided her.

And I could feel the tension dripping down Lyra’s thighs like the wet trail I saw earlier.

I snapped my gaze to my daughter.

"No."

"Daddy...

"No."

"Please," she whined, moving closer. "Come on. It’s just a bonfire. Pack land. We’ll be surrounded by people you know. Nothing bad is going to happen. We just want to have a little fun."

"No."

"You trust me, don’t you?"

I stepped forward, towering over her now. "No sex. No drugs. No fucking threesomes, Tasha. I mean it."

She smirked.

"Can’t promise that, Dad."

My jaw locked.

I turned my head.

And fuck me.

Lyra.

Those nipples.

Hardened.

Her breath hitched the moment I looked at her. Her thighs pressed together. Her lips trembled like she wanted to speak but knew better. That shirt was barely hanging on her shoulders now, collar stretched from wear.

The fabric dipped low between her tits, showing the tight valley of soft, warm cleavage. There was a droplet of water on her chest, sliding down between her breasts like it had no idea how badly I wanted to lick it off.

My eyes dragged over her slowly.

Down her thighs.

Her legs were long. Smooth. Thigh gap soft and soaked.

My mouth watered.

My cock pulsed.

I looked back at Tasha.

"What do you have in mind for this party?" I asked, trying to force calm into my voice.

"Oh, don’t worry Daddy," she said, grabbing a bottle of water and spinning the cap off. "When you see us, you’ll know. We’re not your little girls anymore."

Fuck.

My cock pushed so hard against my zipper I had to shift my stance.

That was when my phone rang.

I checked the screen.

Council.

Shit. I was going to be late.

I growled under my breath and stepped forward, brushing past both of them. I leaned down, kissed Tasha’s forehead.

"When I’m back," I muttered. "I want to see what you’re wearing before you leave. No surprises."

She smiled. "Can’t wait, Daddy."

I stormed to the door, heart pounding, cock still full, brain burning.

I stepped outside. The sun slapped my face. My boots hit the stone steps. I was halfway to the car when...

"Fuck," I hissed. "The goddamn keys."

I spun, already furious. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

The door opened.

And there she was.

Lyra.

Running toward me.

Barefoot.

That shirt clinging to her tits like it was painted on.

And those fucking breasts.

Bouncing.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

With every step, they jiggled violently. Her nipples stabbed the shirt like they were begging to be sucked. Her hair was pulled up in a loose bun, strands falling over her face. She squinted in the sunlight, lips parted, tits fucking bouncing like they were trying to hypnotize me.

My cock pulsed.

Veins tight.

Balls aching.

She reached me and held out the keys.

"Mr. Thornvale," she said, breathless, cheeks pink, lips glossy. "You forgot your keys, sir."

Sir.

I took the keys from her hand. Our fingers touched. She didn’t flinch.

But then.

She stepped closer.

Voice low.

Soft.

"Mr. Thornvale?" I whispered again, tilting my head. "Really?"

Her lashes fluttered.

Her mouth curved.

"That’s not what you called me last night."

My body went rigid as I stepped further to her.

She leaned in slightly.

"You begged me to fuck your little girl," i whispered, lips parted just enough for her breath to hit my neck. "And now you want to pretend it didn’t happen?"

She stepped back.

Bit her lip.

Lowered her eyes.

"You said to stay away," she said quietly. "So that’s what I’m doing, sir."

Sir.

Again.

My cock jumped.

She looked up. Her eyes sparkled with something dark. Dangerous.

"I’d rather not call you Damon anymore," she said, voice syrup-slow. "If that’s okay with you... sir."

She handed me the keys.

Then she turned.

And that was the last fucking mistake she made.

Because the second her bare thighs shifted, the second her ass bounced under that thin white shirt, the second I saw her slick still glistening between those legs...

I snapped.

"You don’t fucking walk away from me."

"Come back here!"