Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 19.

"So next time, Lyra," I growled, "when you come out here dripping, shirtless, pussy out, nipples begging, calling me sir like a filthy little omega in heat..."

I smiled dark.

"Don’t lie."

"I am not fucking lying, sir," she snapped. "I came here to give you your keys. And for the formality. That’s it. You...you told me there would be nothing between us. That I was just a little girl. That I couldn’t even handle your massive cock."

My fucking jaw locked.

The word cock on her tongue should’ve been illegal.

She spat it like it didn’t choke her in her dreams. Like it wasn’t the thing she thought about with her hand between her thighs, whispering sir like a sin.

She said it like she wasn’t standing in front of me with bare legs, flushed cheeks, and nipples that looked painfully stiff through my goddamn shirt.

My voice dropped to a growl, low and trembling with restraint I didn’t fucking want anymore.

"You little brat."

I took a slow step toward her, the gravel crunching under my boot like bones.

"You think saying sir makes you innocent?"

She didn’t answer.

"You think you’re fooling me with this little speech..dressed in nothing but my shirt, tits bouncing, thighs glistening, pussy leaking down your leg like it’s crying for me?"

Her breath caught.

Her arms crossed fast, like she could hide it..like she could stuff the heat back between her legs and pretend I hadn’t seen it.

But it only made it worse.

Her forearms pressed under her breasts, lifted them higher, squeezed them together until they looked like they were going to burst through the wet fabric.

She scrunched her nose.

Crossed her arms tighter.

"I am avoiding you!" she said, voice rising, snapping with bratty heat. "You told me to stay away! That’s what I’m doing!

And she looked so fucking serious saying it. Like she wasn’t standing there like a wet dream. Like her cunt wasn’t betraying her with every drop it let fall.

I clicked my tongue.

Stepped again.

Now I was right in front of her.

Chest to chest.

Heat to heat.

One more inch and she’d feel my cock pressing against her stomach. One more second and she’d find out just how massive it really was. How fragile she really was.

"You want to talk about what I said?" I whispered darkly, voice brushing her lips. "I said you couldn’t handle me. That I’d break that pretty pussy in half. That one thrust of this cock would have you crying on your knees."

She blinked fast.

Too fast.

Like she was holding back tears or filth or both.

"And I meant every fucking word," I snarled. "You’d bleed, Lyra. You’d scream. You’d claw at my chest like you’re drowning. I’d split that tiny hole open so wide you’d feel me for days.

Her arms dropped.

She wasn’t breathing right.

Her chest rose in quick, desperate pants. Her nipples brushed mine through the fabric, and fuck..they were hard. Angry. Aching.

She didn’t know what to do with her hands. They twitched at her sides, fingers curling like she was fighting the need to touch herself.

Like if I gave her thirty more seconds, she’d beg me to bend her over the porch and fuck her with my fingers until she collapsed.

"Get inside, Lyra," I hissed, my teeth clenched so tight the words came out sharp and animalistic. "Before I fucking lose it."

She didn’t move. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Didn’t blink.

Her thighs squeezed again. Slick shined under them. My eyes dropped and saw the trail drip from her cunt and cling to the inside of her knee.

"I said get the fuck inside," I snapped, voice cracking with restraint,before I rip that shirt off you, shove you against the nearest wall, and fuck you so hard you forget what you came out here for in the first place."

She gasped.

She didn’t even try to hide it this time.

That sweet little mouth dropped open like it belonged stretched around my cock. Her legs twitched. Her fingers curled tight like she was holding onto the last thread of her composure. But it was slipping..so fast, so helplessly...and she knew it.

Her lips parted again, just enough to let out that soft, barely-there whimper.

Fuck.

I stepped even closer, chest grazing hers now, her nipples stabbing through the fabric, hot and hard and begging.

I dragged my finger up her thigh.

Didn’t touch her cunt. Not yet.

Just gathered that drop.

Held it up between us.

Watched her stare at it with wide, dazed eyes.

And then I did what I shouldn’t have done.

I sucked my finger clean.

Her slick.

Her taste.

Fucking heaven and sin and everything in between.

She whimpered like I’d slapped her.

Eyes fluttering. Lips trembling.

I stepped back.

Just barely.

My voice dropped to a near-growl.

"Get inside," I said again. "Before I throw you over my shoulder, carry you in, and make you watch yourself in the mirror while I ruin that sweet little pussy"

She still didn’t move.

So I leaned close—one last time—until her lips were inches from mine.

"You’ve got ten seconds, Lyra," I warned, every word soaked in threat. "Ten seconds to run. Or I swear to fucking God, I’ll bend you over that couch and fuck you until your voice breaks screaming Daddy."

And this time?

She moved.

Slowly.

Like her legs were jelly.

Like her body was betraying her every step of the way.

She opened the door.

Stumbled inside.

And as the door clicked shut behind her..

I knew.

I wasn’t going to make it through the day without getting her off my mind. Fuck. I need to jerk off.