Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 329

Lyra

My throat went dry. My whole body went dry. Except it didn’t, not really, because between my legs it was the opposite, heat rushing in so fast I swore it leaked into the sheets.

Damon’s hand was wrapped around himself like he owned the world, like he was the only man alive worth looking at, and I couldn’t even breathe without feeling it.

"Oh my Goddess," I whispered. My eyes wouldn’t move. Couldn’t move. They were glued to the thick, veined length of him, his thumb dragging slow over the head, smearing that bead of cum, his tattoos flexing on his arm as he stroked. My husband. My Alpha. My monster.

And all I could think was how the hell am I supposed to ride that?

"You’re staring, kitten."

"You missed it. Admit it."

I shook my head so fast my hair whipped, but my mouth betrayed me. "I did. I missed it so much it hurt. Every night, Damon. Every damn night I thought about it. About you. About how empty I felt without you stretching me open".

His smirk turned cruel, beautiful, dangerous.

"Good. Then stop running your mouth and come take what’s already yours."

My hands were shaking when I pushed myself up. My thighs trembled, my body still not healed the way it should be, but oh Goddess, I wanted it. I crawled across the bed like a girl possessed, my eyes never leaving his, his tattoos rippling as he leaned back against the headboard like a king waiting for his tribute.

When I straddled his thighs, heat shot up my body as I thought I might faint. He was so big, so broad, his ink swirling across skin like dark fire, and I wanted to trace every single line with my tongue.

"Damon," I breathed, and my voice cracked because I was already gone, already his. "You’re... you’re too much. You’re too big. I can’t...It’s been a while...

"You will." His hands gripped my hips, firm, unyielding, dragging me forward until I could feel him, thick and burning against the seam of my body. "You’ll take me because you’re mine. You’ll ride me because you crave it more than air. And you’ll moan my name so loud our pups will know exactly who owns you."

My head spun. My chest rose. My thighs squeezed around him like I could fight the heat building there, but it was useless. My body was already wet, already desperate, already remembering exactly how it felt to be filled by him.

I whimpered. I actually whimpered like some needy little girl. "Damon... please..."

His wolf surged in his eyes, flashing gold, hungry, ruthless.

"Moan for me, kitten. Right now. Let me hear you before I even slide inside."

And oh Goddess, my body betrayed me again. A cry tore out of my throat, broken, shameless, filthy. I moaned just like he wanted, hips grinding against the thick length of him, desperate for friction.

"That’s it," he rumbled, his smirk dark and wicked. "More."

I moaned again, louder, messier, my voice cracking high and breathless, and I hated myself for it, hated that I was already undone just grinding on him like some needy little idiot.

I pressed harder against him, my wet pussy soaking his length, and he smirked like the bastard he was, like he’d won before the game had even started.

"Good girl," he said, and his hands tightened on my hips until I gasped. "Now take me."

I froze. My mouth opened. My brain screamed. Now? Already? Oh Goddess, I can’t. He’s too big. I’m still healing. He’ll split me in half. But my body didn’t care about my brain. My body was already leaning forward, my thighs shaking as I lifted, my slick coating him as the head nudged against me.

"Oh Goddess," I gasped, my hands flying to his chest, his tattoos flexing under my palms, hard muscle beneath, scars mapped over ink. I wanted to kiss them all, wanted to bite him, wanted to scream.

"Look at you," Damon rasped, his wolf burning hot in his eyes, his teeth flashing when he smirked. "Shaking for me already. You’ve been starving for this cock, haven’t you, kitten?"

"Yes," I sobbed, the word ripping out of me without permission, without shame. "Yes, I missed it, I missed you, I missed everything, I.."

"Then ride it," he cut in, his voice so sharp it sliced me open, his hands dragging me down.

The thick head of him pushed in and I lost my breath, my whole body arching, my mouth spilling curses I didn’t even know I knew. "Fuck! Oh Goddess, Damon, I can’t.."

"You can," he snarled, pulling me harder, sinking me down inch by inch. "Take all of me. Every. Single. Inch."

My nails dug into his shoulders, my cries echoing off the walls. My thighs shook, my core stretched, burned, split open, and oh Goddess, I felt so full I thought I might break in half.

"Damon," I gasped, my voice high, messy, desperate. "You’re too much! You’re too big! I can’t breathe, I can’t think, I can’t—"

"You don’t need to think." His hand slammed into my lower back, forcing me down until I was seated fully, completely, choking on the fullness of him. His voice dropped to a growl that rumbled straight into my bones. "You just need to moan for me."