Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 34.

~Lyra~

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.

Shoulders wide enough to block the goddamn hallway. Arms veined and strong, biceps straining the sleeves of his black tee like he’d rip through it if he so much as clenched.

But it wasn’t just the muscles that had me shaking.

Oh folks my eyes went down and then I saw it.

His cock.

My fucking God.

It was there.

Hard.

Thick.

Heavy.

And so fucking visible it made my breath catch.

He was wearing black jeans.

But they didn’t hide shit.

That monster was straining against the denim, outlined in full detail like it wanted me to know.

Long.

Wide.

Curved slightly to the left.

The ridge of the head was pushing against the zipper like it wanted out and my brain short-circuited trying to imagine what it would look like bare.

What it would feel like slamming into me.

What it would do to my already soaked cunt.

I could barely breathe. Wait hold up!!! This was a fucking stranger.

I could feel the fabric of my dress sticking to my thighs from the slick leaking down them.

And he knew.

He fucking knew.

He looked down at me like I was dessert and he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

His jaw was tight.

His lips full and set in a line that said he was holding back..barely.

"Easy pumpkin"he said, voice low and deep.

I backed up, just a little, but his hand was already there. One arm slid out, steadying me, palm grazing my waist, fingers splaying just over my hip.

I gasped.

He didn’t flinch.

Just looked down at me.

And sniffed.

Sniffed.

My stomach dropped.

His nostrils flared like a predator tasting the air.

And his gaze darkened instantly.

"You’re Omega," he said as he sniffed.

That’s what he said. Low. Slow. Like a goddamn sentence being passed.

His eyes burned straight through my skin, past the fabric of my dress, through every layer of defense I didn’t have.

He could see it.

He could fucking smell it.

And I felt like I was about to combust.

I wanted to lie. I wanted to laugh and say no. I wanted to run. Except my legs were jelly. My spine was gone. My thighs were glued together like I was trying to hold back a flood and it wasn’t working.

He leaned in and I swear I stopped breathing. His mouth came so close to my ear I could feel the heat of it against my skin. My knees nearly gave out when he spoke again.

"I knew it the second you touched me."

"Unmarked," he whispered, like it was the dirtiest word he’d ever said. "And soaking through that pretty little dress."

My body betrayed me. I whimpered. My fingers curled tighter around the cup in my hand until it crumpled like paper.

"You’re trembling," he said.

I wasn’t just trembling.

I was fucking unraveling.

"I..." My voice cracked. I didn’t even know what I was trying to say. I wasn’t okay. My body was screaming yes. My brain was melting. My thighs were clenched and aching. My nipples were hard. I was wet. So wet. So wet I wanted to scream.

He pulled back just far enough to look down at me again. He didn’t even try to hide it. His eyes dragged down my body like a tongue. He stared at my chest, at my stiff nipples under the mesh. At my hips. At my legs.

He saw everything.

"You’re a mess," he said, and his voice was so dark I wanted to cry. "A desperate, dripping, trembling little Omega trying to pretend she’s not two seconds from begging."

I gasped. I felt it in my cunt. The way he said it. I felt it right between my legs.

"I’m not.."

"You are," he cut in.

"You walked into this party unmarked, smelling like slick, and now you’re looking at me like I’m the first man you’ve ever wanted to get on your knees for."

I couldn’t speak.

My body was shaking too hard. My breath was coming too fast. My thighs rubbed together and made it worse.

"You haven’t been claimed," he said.

His hand ghosted over my hip, fingers not touching, just hovering. The heat of him alone made my stomach twist.

"No scent on you. No bite on your neck. No Alpha cock inside you to keep you in line."

"Please," I breathed, but I didn’t even know what I was asking for.

His hand moved up. Grazed my ribs. The fabric of my dress was soaked there too. Sticking to my skin like a second, thinner skin.

He was so close. Too close. I could smell him. I could feel him. And I wanted him to touch me so badly my whole body ached from it.

"You want me to stop?" he asked, voice low and soft now. "Tell me."

I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.

He smiled.