Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 35.
"Didn’t think so."
His fingers brushed my jaw, light, teasing, maddening.
"You’ve never been fucked properly, have you?"
I blinked. My lips parted. I felt my breath catch.
"You’ve had fingers maybe. Maybe a cock once. But never like this. Never ruined. Never marked. Never made to scream until your throat’s raw and your pussy’s leaking down your thighs for hours after."
"God," I whimpered, because it was true. He didn’t even know me. But he knew me.
He leaned in again. This time his lips brushed my ear.
"I’d split you open on this floor," he whispered. "I’d fuck you so hard you’d forget who brought you here."
My knees buckled.
He caught me.
Held me up with one arm. Pressed me to his chest.
And fuck. I could feel his cock against my stomach now. Hard. It pulsed through his jeans. It was right there. I didn’t even want to think about how wet I was. How fast my pulse was going. How my body was begging to be taken.
"You smell like need," he growled. "And I haven’t even touched your pussy yet."
I moaned.
I fucking moaned.
Right there. In the middle of the party. Surrounded by strangers. While he breathed against my neck and made promises he hadn’t even delivered yet.
"You need to go home, Omega," he whispered. "Or someone’s going to put their cock in you before the night’s over."
I bit my lip.
"I don’t want just anyone," I whispered.
He paused.
And smiled.
"Good," he said. "Because if I fuck you, you’re not walking out of this house without my scent all over you."
I felt my thighs give up again. I had to grip his shirt to stay upright.
"You’re not leaving with that sweet little cunt untouched," he went on. "Not after leaking like this. Not after letting me smell how badly you want it. You’re a mess, baby girl. You’re aching. You’re soaked. You’re mine if I decide I want you."
The nerve of this fucking stranger. I swallowed hard, trying to breathe, trying to blink, trying to pull myself back into my body.
He wasn’t even touching me.
Not really.
Just standing there, inches from my face, speaking in that voice that made me want to cry and come at the same time. Looking at me like he already owned me. Breathing me in like I was his next fucking meal.
I couldn’t fucking do this.
I stepped back.
His hand didn’t stop me this time.
My voice shook as I finally said it.
"Just stop..."
He raised an eyebrow. His mouth didn’t move.
I cleared my throat, tried again, louder this time, even though my voice cracked halfway through.
"Stop. Whatever your name is. You’re a stranger."
He didn’t flinch.
"I don’t fuck strangers," I said, like it was some kind of shield, some kind of spell I could cast over the way my body was still screaming for him. "So please..."
I looked up at him, blinking fast, chest rising and falling like I’d just run a fucking marathon.
"Just leave me alone."
He didn’t say anything at first. Just stared. Like he was watching me dig a hole with my bare hands, watching me try to bury what he’d already dug out of me.
Then he stepped forward.
Not to grab me. Not to threaten.
But to look me in the eyes so closely that I couldn’t escape it.
"So you don’t fuck strangers," he said slowly, voice soft now, but not kind. It was a hum. A warning. A dark melody only I could hear. "But you rub your thighs together like a bitch in heat in front of one."
My face burned. I took another step back.
He didn’t follow. Just tilted his head and looked down at my clenched fists.
"Baby, you don’t even believe yourself."
"I do," I lied.
He smiled. Not wide. Just enough to let me know he saw every inch of me. Every contradiction. Every ache. Every fucking drop soaking through my dress.
"Tell your cunt that."
I gasped. My breath caught. My chest ached.
"Go ahead," he said, voice. "Look me in the eye and tell me your pussy isn’t dripping for a stranger right now.
"That you didn’t think about letting me bend you over and taste that slick. That you didn’t imagine what it’d feel like for someone who doesn’t even know your name to ruin you in a bathroom stall while the whole house listened."
My stomach twisted. My thighs clenched harder. I hated him. I hated this stranger.
"I said leave," I snapped, but it sounded weak, even to me.
His eyes darkened.
But he didn’t move. He didn’t say another word.
He just watched me.
So still.
So calm.
Like he was giving me one last chance to walk away before he did something I wouldn’t recover from.
Then finally..after what felt like forever..he stepped back.
"But you’ll remember me."
I blinked.
He smiled one more time.
"You’ll lie awake tonight with your fingers between your legs, moaning for a man whose name you never got."
And with that..he turned.
Disappeared into the crowd.
And I was left alone and honestly I needed to find Tasha and get outta here. I needed to get to Damon fast!
