Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 43.

~Lyra~

And oh my God.

Oh my fucking God.

The way he said that.

I swear I almost blacked out.

I think I actually stopped breathing for a second because the second those two words left his mouth my whole body clenched like it was trying to trap the sound inside me.

"I’m coming"

That’s what he said.

Just that.

No hesitation no emotion just those two words like a command and a promise and a punishment all rolled into one and holy fucking hell my entire soul just split down the middle and let the filth pour out.

My pussy clenched so hard I thought I might scream again.

My panties were already soaked and now they felt like a wet slap against my core and my nipples were still aching from how cold the rain was and how hot my body still felt and my legs were useless at this point they weren’t even supporting me anymore they were just twitching and trembling and pressing together like maybe I could rub myself against my own skin and get one more orgasm out before he showed up and found me like this.

Found me wrecked.

Found me dirty.

Found me needy and dripping and ruined like I’d never been touched in my life and now one word from him had turned me into a panting fucking mess under a tree in the goddamn rain.

I could hear the engine start on the other end of the line.

That low angry growl that sounded just like him when he was pissed off and trying to stay calm.

My heart jumped into my throat.

Oh my God he was really coming.

Like actually coming.

He wasn’t bluffing he wasn’t playing.

The man was in his car and I could hear the leather seat creaking under his weight and I could hear the click of his lighter and the way he inhaled that first drag of his cigarette like he needed it to stop himself from exploding and I could hear the way the tires squealed as he pulled out of wherever the hell he was and aimed himself straight for me.

And I was just here.

Sitting and waiting in the dirt.

Still wet.

Still trembling.

Still high off the orgasm I gave myself five fucking minutes ago.

My whole body was pulsing.

My throat was tight.

My breath kept catching.

I could hear my heartbeat in my ears and in my fingertips and in my fucking clit.

And then he said it again.

His voice lower this time.

Rougher.

Like a shadow crawling out of the phone and wrapping around my neck.

"Stay exactly where you are kitten"

Kitten? When did he start calling me that ?

"Don’t move a fucking inch"

My lips parted.

I couldn’t even answer.

I think I just made this little sound like a wounded animal or a girl seconds away from begging because I swear to God my body reacted so fast it was like I’d been electrocuted.

Every muscle locked up.

Every nerve flared.

My eyes fluttered shut like my body didn’t even know how to handle this level of want.

I didn’t move.

I couldn’t.

I just sat there knees pressed together chest heaving hands shaking with mud and rain and leftover slick and shame and something darker something worse something better.

And then.

The voice that fucking killed me.

"If you so much do before I get there I swear I’ll fuck you right there in the mud.

I screamed.

Not out loud but inside.

My whole brain screamed.

My whole body screamed.

Every single part of me just shattered into glitter and filth and fire.

Because what the hell.

Who says that.

Who means that.

Who growls that into your ear like it’s nothing but a warning you’ll secretly pray he makes good on.

I felt my eyes roll back.

I felt my thighs twitch again.

I felt my breath leave me like I’d just been fucked senseless without even being touched.

I wanted it.

I wanted it so bad it hurt.

I wanted his hands on me and his voice in my ear and his mouth saying even worse things.

I wanted him to grab me and bend me and humiliate me and make me forget I was ever a virgin sitting alone at a party crying because I wasn’t the one getting touched.

I didn’t want to be the quiet girl anymore.

I didn’t want to be the weird one or the watcher or the backup friend or the innocent little loser in the corner while everyone else got what I secretly craved like oxygen.

I wanted to be the girl he ruined.

The girl he broke.

The girl he spanked in the fucking rain just like he said.

I swear I was moaning again.

Just from the idea.

And then the phone went silent.

The line went dead.

He didn’t say goodbye.

He didn’t say wait.

He didn’t say a single thing.

He just left me with that threat still ringing in my ears and the sound of his engine still echoing through my bones and the knowledge that he was already on his way and that this wasn’t a game.

I looked down at myself.

Dress soaked.

Skin flushed.

Hair clinging to my cheeks like vines.

My hands still twitching with the urge to slide back under my panties and push myself over the edge one more time before he got here and made me regret it.

And I smiled.

Oh my God.

I actually smiled.

Because Damon was coming.

And I wanted every second of what he was about to do to me.

Five mins later

I saw the car first as it turned the corner like it was angry at the road, headlights cutting through the rain like they were searching for someone to punish.

And then it stopped.

Right there.

Right at the edge of the grass like the entire universe had lined up for this moment.

I froze for like one second.

One tiny second.

And then I screamed.

"Damon!"

I don’t know why I screamed his name like that.

Like a little girl seeing Santa.

Or like a slut seeing her favorite cock.

Probably both.