Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 33.

She leaned in like she was going to whisper something dirty in my ear, and for a second I panicked. I thought she was going to call me out. Say she could smell him on me. That I reeked of Alpha and cum and something forbidden.

But she didn’t.

She just dragged one perfect red nail down the center of my chest..not touching, but close enough to make my nipples harden under the mesh.

And she whispered,

"You should be careful, Lyra."

I blinked fast.

"What?"

She smirked.

"There are wolves here who’d do anything to sink their teeth into an unmated Omega."

She stepped back, letting her gaze drop one more time to my legs.

And then she was gone.

Just like that.

Melted back into the party like smoke.

I stood there frozen. Shaking. Horny. Confused. My cunt was aching. My mind was screaming. I didn’t know if I was going to run or scream or shove my hand between my legs and rub myself raw in a bathroom.

All I knew was that Damon wasn’t here.

But his warning still was.

His fucking touch still was.

And I was a wet, trembling, wide-eyed little Omega in the middle of a goddamn den of wolves.

And every single one of them could smell what I was.

And exactly how close I was to breaking.

I was still standing there like a fucking statue, heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted out, thighs clenched so tight I was surprised I could still feel them, when Tasha came crashing back into my space like a goddamn glitter bomb.

She had a drink in one hand, a cigarette in the other, and her pupils were huge.

Like black holes eating light.

Like she’d either snorted something or was about to.

Her dress was already halfway up her thighs.

One strap had slid off her shoulder.

And she looked so goddamn alive it made me ache.

"There you are!" she yelled over the music, her voice coated in euphoria and vodka. "Why the fuck aren’t you drinking?"

I blinked.

She didn’t wait for an answer.

She shoved a red solo cup into my hand, sloshing whatever was inside all over my fingers.

"Here. Drink. Dance. Flirt. Do something, bitch. You look like you’re waiting for someone to kidnap you."

I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t speak.

I was still trying to catch up to the fucking scene happening all around me. I saw a girl on her knees in the corner, sucking off a guy with a collar on.

I saw a half-shifted wolf girl on a leash, crawling through the crowd, barking for shots. I saw a group of guys sniffing something off each other’s abs while a girl fingered herself to the beat.

"I..." My voice cracked. I sounded like a fucking child. "Tasha... this place is too wild for me. I don’t... I don’t know if I can.."

"Ugh," she groaned. "Fuck you, Lyra. Butchered live a little!"

And then she fucking did it.

Right in front of me.

She reached out.

Grabbed two guys standing by the bar..one blonde, tall, sharp-jawed with a smirk like the devil. The other dark, tan, thick arms, tribal tattoos crawling up his neck. Neither of them hesitated. Not even for a second.

And she kissed them.

Both of them.

Mouth wide, tongue out, one hand on each of their cocks like she was choosing a weapon.

I froze.

Mouth open.

Heart fucking imploding.

Is this bitch crazy?

Yes. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Yes she fucking is.

She pulled away with a laugh, mascara smudged, mouth red and swollen and soaked, and then turned to me with fire in her eyes.

"Let’s go upstairs," she said.

Oh no.

Oh fuck no.

"I want both of you to fuck me."

My heart stopped.

Time stopped.

Did she just say that?

She said that.

I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

I was gripping the cup so hard it was bending under my fingers.

"Tasha!" I shrieked, but she was already dragging the guys toward the stairs, laughing like the world was a joke and she was the punchline.

"Tasha, are you insane? Don’t you fucking leave me here!"

She didn’t even look back.

One of the guys was already sucking her neck. The other had a hand under her dress. She moaned. Moaned.

The stairs swallowed her.

I stood there.

Frozen.

Alone.

Shaking.

"Bitch!" I screamed.

But she was gone.

And I was in the middle of a party where I didn’t know anyone.

Where everyone had already smelled me.

Where every Alpha in the room knew what I was.

And now I was alone.

A wet, trembling, unmated Omega in a house where fucking in public was normal and shifting mid-sex was foreplay.

My mouth was dry.

My hands were shaking.

I turned in a slow circle.

Everywhere I looked, someone was grinding, moaning, touching.

A girl on the balcony was bent over the rail, taking it from behind while she howled. A couple danced so close I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. And someone..someone I didn’t even know...walked past me, sniffed, and gave me a look that made my whole body clench.

I had to get out.

I needed air.

I needed....

I needed air. I needed space. I needed to stop shaking long enough to think.

But fuck.

I bumped into someone.

And when I say someone, I mean a wall of heat and muscle.

My body smacked right into him, chest to chest, like I had summoned him without meaning to.

I backed up just enough to look up and then I fucking froze.

He was taller than Damon. And honestly he wasn’t just tall.

He was massive.

Not bulky in that gym rat way, but dangerous.