Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 42.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck fuck fuck.

I bit my lip so hard I thought I’d bleed.

I pressed harder. Circling. Teasing. Drenched.

I rubbed faster.

Slick soaking my fingers. Rain soaking my thighs. Shame soaking every inch of my soul.

And still I kept going.

Because I needed this.

Because I deserved it.

Because if I wasn’t brave enough to beg for cock like Tasha, I could at least come in the dirt and pretend someone fucked me stupid.

Then I came.

I was still trying to recover from the orgasm I just had when my phone rang.

My heart jumped.

My breath caught.

I was still shaking. My panties were soaked. My fingers were still twitching from how hard I came. My legs were trembling and I hadn’t even fixed my dress when I heard my phone ring.

I looked down at the screen.

My chest stopped moving.

Damon.

Fuck.

Fuck yes.

Thank you.

Thank you, universe. Thank you, rain. Thank you, God, or fate, or whoever the fuck was in charge of cosmic timing tonight because I definitely didn’t have call card to call him. I didn’t even think the call had gone through.

Signal here was so bad I barely got one bar when I held the phone up and whispered desperate little prayers into the sky.

But there he was.

His name glowing like a dirty secret I hadn’t earned yet.

My thumb slid over the screen.

"Hello..." I barely breathed the word, my voice shaking from more than just the cold. I was still flushed. Still wrecked. Still full of leftover pleasure and something darker I didn’t have a name for.

I didn’t even get the second word out.

His voice snapped across the line, hard and loud and furious.

"Where the fuck are you girls, Lyra!"

I jumped. I physically flinched. My whole body jolted like he’d yanked me by the hair through the phone.

His voice was loud. Furious. Sharp and cutting and so deep it went straight between my legs.

"Can’t you see it’s pouring heavily?" he yelled again. "You girls have been out for hours. Hours! Where are you! Tell me the location. I’m coming to get both of you now."

My lips parted. My brain scrambled.

I couldn’t even breathe.

"Wait... I..."

"Shut up," he snapped, voice so cold and commanding it made my knees buckle even though I was already sitting. "Or do you want me to shut you up when I get there."

And just like that, my pussy clenched again.

My breath stuttered.

My chest locked up.

Fuck yes, Daddy.

The thought slammed into my brain so hard I almost said it out loud.

What the hell is wrong with me.

What the actual fuck is wrong with me.

Why did that make me wetter.

Why did my clit throb the second he said that.

Why did my whole body react like I was wired to him.

I squeezed my thighs tighter and tried to breathe through the heat rushing straight to my core.

My cheeks burned. My skin tingled. My whole body felt raw and open and twitching from the inside out.

Lyra!"

His voice cracked through the line like thunder splitting the sky.

"Fucking speak! Where is the location."

I jolted.

Hard.

My whole body snapped upright like I’d been caught doing something I wasn’t supposed to. Like he could see me. Like he knew I was sitting there, trembling in the rain with my panties soaked and my fingers still damp from what I’d just done.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I swallowed hard, blinking like I’d just been slapped out of a daydream.

Goddammit.

He pulled me straight out of my filthy little spiral like he’d reached through the phone and grabbed me by the jaw. His voice was so deep. So angry. So... in control.

My brain scrambled.

I licked my lips.

Opened my mouth.

Nothing came out.

I felt like I was still mid-orgasm. My cunt clenched just from the sound of him shouting my name. My nipples ached under my soaked dress. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding.

"Damon," I breathed, voice cracking. "I... I’m sorry. I’m under the big oak tree by the side fence. The one near the empty lot. You know the one."

"That is not a fucking location, Lyra."

"I swear to God," he continued, slower now, darker, like every word was a loaded gun cocking inside my ear, "when I come there, I will spank you, do you hear me?"

Oh. My. God.

I choked. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

My knees buckled again even though I was already crouched in the dirt like a pathetic mess of sweat and slick and orgasm aftershock.

He didn’t stop.

"Because you are wasting my goddamn time."

I gasped.

Actually gasped.

Because it wasn’t just the words. It was the way he said them. The deep snarl in his throat. The control. The command.

And that word. That word.

Spank.

My pussy clenched so hard I whimpered.

I could feel it.

Feel the heat blooming where I wanted his hand to land. Feel the shame curling tighter in my chest. Feel the little voice in my head moaning again like a traitor.

Yes Daddy. Spank me. Fucking make me pay for it.

What the fuck was wrong with me.

Why the fuck did it feel so good to be yelled at like that.

Why did I want him to drag me by the wrist and press me over the hood of his car and do exactly what he just threatened.

I licked my lips.

My voice cracked when I finally gave it.

"Twelve," I whispered. "Twelve St. Margaret’s Crescent."

I waited.

One second.

Two.

Nothing.

Just the sound of his breathing.

Then.

"I’m coming."