Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 40.

"What the hell are you.."

The words caught in my throat.

Died there.

Because my brain couldn’t fucking compute what I was seeing.

Tasha didn’t look at me.

She couldn’t.

Her face was buried between a Beta’s thighs, his cock shoved down her throat so deep she was choking on it, eyes glassy, cheeks streaked with tears and spit.

Her hands were gripping his thighs like she needed the anchor. Her mouth was stretched wide, lips red and swollen. She wasn’t fighting it.

She was moaning around it.

Behind her, another man was slamming into her cunt from behind, hips snapping with brutal force, his hands gripping her waist like he was trying to rip her in half.

His thighs were flexing. His groans were feral. His cock was soaked in her slick, shining every time it dragged out before he rammed it back in again. The sound alone made my pussy clench.

Slap. Squish. Slap. Squish.

It was filthy.

And it didn’t stop there.

A third man was kneeling on the floor beneath her, his tongue working between her ass cheeks, licking and sucking and growling like he was starving.

He had one hand wrapped around her thigh and the other pressed to her lower stomach, pinning her down so he could eat her ass like it was his fucking last meal.

And the others. God.

Two more.

One standing to the side stroking his cock, slow and thick and teasing, eyes locked on me. He was watching my reaction. Watching me take it all in. The flush crawling up my chest.

The wetness running down my thighs again. The way my nipples stiffened under my dress. I didn’t even try to hide it.

And the last?

He was behind her now. Replacing the man who’d just finished. Because yes. One of them had just finished inside her.

I could see it leaking down her thighs, thick and white and hot. Her body trembled from it. Her mouth opened wider as she gasped for air between choking moans.

And the new Alpha? He didn’t wait.

He spit on his cock.

Grabbed her hips.

And shoved himself into her pussy with a single, brutal thrust.

She screamed.

Not in pain.

In bliss.

My jaw dropped. My breath hitched. My knees buckled.

"Tasha," I whispered. My voice was wrecked. "Tasha, what the actual fuck are you doing?"

She didn’t even turn.

She just groaned louder. "Getting fucked. Oh my God. I needed this."

My hands were shaking. My entire body was trembling.

"You’re being used," I said, trying to ground myself. "You’re being fucked by five men."

She lifted her head slightly from the cock in her mouth, spit and cum dripping down her chin.

"Six," she moaned. "One’s waiting outside."

Then she gagged again, like she couldn’t wait to have that cock back in her throat.

I was stunned.

Fucking stunned.

But not just because of what I was seeing.

Because of what I was feeling.

Jealousy.

Raw. Dirty. Shameful.

I wanted to scream at her. Tell her to get up. Tell those men to get their hands off her. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t.

My panties were gone. My cunt was throbbing. I could feel slick dripping down my inner thighs, tickling my skin, soaking the top of my boots. My nipples were painfully stiff. My breathing was ragged.

And I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.

From the way her back arched as the Alpha fucked her harder.

From the way the man under her tongue moaned as he spilled down her throat.

From the way the guy behind her slapped her ass, leaving his handprint behind like a fucking brand.

Tasha was ruined.

Completely.

Utterly.

And loving it.

One of the men looked at me. The same one who’d been stroking his cock. He stepped closer.

His voice was low.

"You’re soaking through your dress."

My eyes flicked down.

Fuck.

He was right.

The fabric clung to me. Dark between my legs. My pussy was leaking. Hot. Needy. Out of control.

I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. Nothing but heat.

"Wanna join her?" he asked. "She said we could share."

My knees nearly buckled.

Tasha looked up at me now, barely able to speak through the mess in her mouth.

But her eyes said everything.

Do it.

You want it.

You need it.

And maybe I did.

Because if Damon didn’t show up soon, if he didn’t drag me out of this room and fuck me against the wall like he owned me, I was going to fall to my knees.

I was going to let these men wreck me too.

And God help me...

I was going to fucking love it.

What the hell is wrong with me.

I took a shaky step back, heart racing, chest heaving, cunt dripping like I’d been fucked too. My legs were shaking. My palms were sweating. My whole body was burning.

What the hell am I thinking.

I shouldn’t be watching this.

I shouldn’t be feeling this.

But I was.

I was throbbing.

Throbbing for what they were doing to her.

Throbbing for what I wanted them to do to me.

Fuck yes—

No. No. Fuck. No.

I dragged both hands through my hair, trembling so bad I nearly lost my balance.

This isn’t me. This isn’t what I came here for.

I forced my mouth to move. Forced my voice to rise above the moans and grunts and obscene wet sounds bouncing off the walls.

"Tasha."

She didn’t look up.

The man behind her grunted, slammed into her harder.

Her moan cracked in the middle like a sob.

"Tasha," I snapped louder, walking farther into the room like I could physically drag her out of this filth. "Let’s get the fuck out of here. Let’s go home. Please."

She finally turned her head, her mouth swollen, drool clinging to her lips.

And she laughed.

A raw, breathless laugh that made my blood run cold.

"Are you fucking blind?" she panted. "Can’t you see I’m busy?"

Her voice cracked as she said it. Another thrust slammed into her and she whimpered, arching her back, her body shaking.

"Please," I whispered. I didn’t even recognize my own voice anymore. I sounded like I was on the verge of tears. "Please, Tasha. I don’t want to go home alone."

Her eyes fluttered, glassy, unfocused, but then she moaned again, louder, filthier, her thighs shaking.

"Then you fucking wait," she said through clenched teeth. "Wait like a good fucking girl."

She gasped when the man inside her grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, biting her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.

"Fuck," she sobbed. "Fucking..God."

She looked back at me like it was obvious.

"If you don’t want to wait, go home yourself," she groaned. "Or call my daddy."

My heart dropped.

She didn’t mean that.

She couldn’t.

I stared at her, wide-eyed, mouth parted.

She blinked, then sneered.

"And don’t you dare tell him about this," she moaned louder. "You fucking know he warned me."

I backed up, chest tight.

She was serious.

She didn’t care anymore.

She didn’t fucking care.

Her best friend was standing in front of her, begging her to come home, and she was too full of cock to even blink twice. Too deep in whatever this was to even feel the shame of it.

I stood there shaking.

Dripping.

Burning.

And all I could think was.

How to get home since I don’t know how to drive yet.

I looked back at her as i clenched my jaw.

"You know what?" I scoffed.

"Fuck you, Tasha"

The words came out before I even knew I was saying them.

"Fuck. You"

She didn’t even flinch at my voice. Didn’t turn. Didn’t blink.

Just moaned louder when the man behind her shoved back in with a vicious snap of his hips.

"I hope they break you," I spat, stepping closer, heat clawing up my throat like bile. "I hope they fucking wreck your pussy. Ruin it. I hope your hole’s so stretched tomorrow you can’t even fucking sit down without feeling every inch they left inside you."

She gasped at that.

A whimper that cracked into a high, trembling moan as another orgasm crashed through her.

Her legs buckled.

Her hands clawed the sheets.

And then she laughed.

That fucking laugh.

"Fuck you, bitch," she moaned, voice slurring as another cock pushed into her, slick and hard and waiting. "You’re just mad it’s not you."

My breath caught.

My heart stopped.

And I wanted to scream.

Because she was right.

I was mad.

Mad that I wasn’t on that bed.

Mad that I wasn’t being pinned down and fucked from both ends like a desperate Omega in heat. Mad that my best friend had let go and I hadn’t. Mad that her cunt was full and dripping and overstretched and mine was just wet. Aching. Empty.

I hated her for it.

And I hated myself more.

Because even as I stood there screaming inside, my thighs were clenching again. My nipples were stiff under my dress. My pussy was leaking. My clit was pounding like it knew how close I was to falling apart.

I wanted to throw something.

I wanted to grab her by the hair and shake her and scream in her face and cry.

But mostly...

Mostly I wanted someone to push me to my knees, shove my face into that mattress, and show me why she gave in.

Show me what she knew now.

Show me what it meant to be used like that.

Broken like that.

Owned like that.

I lifted my hand.

Stared right into her ruined, dazed, cock-drunk face.

And raised my middle finger.