Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 38.

The knock came again.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

"Open the fucking door, bitch! We gotta pee!"

Voices. Drunk. Loud. Slutty.

I scrambled off the counter, but my legs buckled as soon as my feet hit the floor. My pussy still spasmed with the ghost of my orgasm, and my clit was so sensitive it hurt.

"Shit," I whispered under my breath, grabbing the counter for balance.

I wiped myself with shaking hands, but it was useless. I was still wet. Still leaking. My inner thighs were glossy. My scent filled the room like heat.

Damon.

His name pulsed through my chest again.

I bent quickly, grabbed the ruined panties from the floor, stared at the soaked fabric for a second, then shoved them into the trash like they were evidence.

Another knock.

Louder this time.

"You dead in there or just drowning in your own cum?" one of the girls laughed from outside.

My face burned.

I ran a hand through my hair, yanked my dress down over my ass, shoved my tits back into place, then staggered to the door.

My hand hesitated over the lock.

I wasn’t ready.

But I didn’t have a choice.

I clicked it open.

The second the door swung, two girls pushed forward like they were ready to fight for the toilet..but the second they saw me, they stopped.

They fucking stared.

Eyes dragging over every inch of me like I was a porn scene come to life.

My flushed cheeks.

My parted lips.

My glossy thighs.

My dress wrinkled. My tits barely contained. My breathing ragged.

One of them raised an eyebrow.

"Ohhhh, damn," she whispered, eyes locking on my trembling legs. "You were touching your pussy in there, weren’t you?"

Her friend gasped, then grinned.

"That’s why you were moaning like a whore! I told you it wasn’t a guy. That was some solo slut shit."

"Shut the fuck up," I muttered, trying to push past them, but they didn’t move.

The taller one stepped closer.

She reeked of tequila and sex. Her eyes dropped to my chest.

"You’re still hard," she said, voice low. "Your fucking nipples are poking through your dress like they wanna say hi."

Her friend leaned against the doorframe, licking her lips.

"I bet your pussy’s still twitching too. Want us to check?"

I froze.

The look in her eyes wasn’t a joke.

She meant it.

"I... I’m just looking for my friend," I said, but my voice came out thin. Weak. Like I was trying to convince myself.

The shorter girl leaned in, so close I could smell the alcohol on her breath.

"Was it that Alpha?" she asked. "The one with the black jacket? The one who looked like he wanted to fuck you in the hallway?"

I didn’t answer.

My thighs clenched.

My slick dripped again.

"Oh, fuck," the taller one whispered. "You’re still leaking."

She bent down suddenly.

My heart slammed.

She sniffed.

No fucking way.

"Yup," she said, voice sultry. "That’s definitely cunt slick. You came hard in there, didn’t you?"

I turned my face away. My cheeks were on fire.

The shorter girl reached down and touched my thigh.

Two fingers.

A slow swipe.

Then she licked them.

"Mmm," she moaned.

"Fuck off," I snapped, shoving them both aside.

But not before the taller one smirked and said,

"Don’t act like you don’t want it. You were in there screaming Daddy like a little heat-struck Omega. Every bitch in the hallway heard."

I pushed harder.

Stumbled out into the corridor.

My skin was burning. My breath short. My pulse racing like I’d been caught in something I wasn’t supposed to survive.

Behind me, I heard more giggles.

"Hope he gives you the real thing next time, slut!" one of them called.

"Yeah," the other laughed. "We wanna hear what you sound like with a cock in you."

I didn’t turn back.

Because they were right.

I wanted that cock.

His cock.

I wanted Damon to bend me over that counter, slap my ass, shove himself inside and fuck the rest of my shame out until I couldn’t feel anything but him.

I stumbled forward.

Feet moving without direction.

Just one thought in my head.

Find Tasha.

Before I lose my fucking mind.

I didn’t walk.

I stumbled.

Shaky legs, burning thighs, panties long gone, and every step making my pussy throb like it was remembering everything. Like it missed his voice. His fucking scent.

I could still feel the counter under me. His breath that i imagined in my ear. That teasing growl in his voice when he said Daddy.

God.

Why the fuck did that turn me on so much?

I gritted my teeth and forced myself to move, weaving through the crowd, head low, face flushed, hands trembling.

Find Tasha.

Just find her.

She’ll know what to do. She’ll say something bitchy and loud and ridiculous and ground me before I climb back up those stairs and beg that man to touch me again.

But the longer I looked, the louder the music got, the more faces blurred together like a drunk slideshow of lust and sweat and teeth, the worse it got. I was starting to drown in it. In the fucking heat between my legs, in the aching throb of my clit, in the mess he made of me.

And then I saw her.

No one else at this party had tits like that.

Leather crop top stretched tight across her chest like it was about to give out, curls wild and sticking to her neck with sweat, a red cup in each hand like she was double-fisting life.