Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 46.

His eyes were locked to my lips like they were dangerous.

"Hmm?" I tilted my head like I was trying to be sweet, like I wasn’t about to destroy both of us.

"Do you want to know what I was doing while you were yelling at me on the phone?"

His throat bobbed.

His breath stuttered.

I knew I had him.

So I dragged it out.

Wickedly. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Obscenely.

"I had my hand between my legs," I breathed, voice shaking now because I was so wet again I could feel it leaking down my thigh. "Two fingers, Daddy. Just two."

His groan was more like a snarl.

"Slipping through my panties while I moaned your name."

His mouth parted.

I didn’t stop.

Couldn’t stop.

"Thinking about your voice. That angry voice. That thick cock pressed to your thigh while you drove like a fucking demon to find me."

"Lyra," he growled.

His eyes were black.

His lips swollen from how hard he was breathing.

His hand reached up—finally—hovering over my chest.

Just a few centimeters from my nipple.

"But I didn’t come," I whispered, eyes wide, fake innocent, soaked in filth.

He blinked like he didn’t believe me.

I leaned forward.

Brushed my lips against his jaw.

"I waited for you."

His whole body twitched.

He was trembling.

Actually trembling.

And so was I.

So I pressed my tits together. Tighter.

Let the fabric push up around the shape of my nipples.

Made sure he saw everything.

Then I reached up and grabbed his wrist. Brought his hand to my breast. Held it there. Let him feel it.

And whispered the final blow.

"So if you’re gonna kill me, Daddy... do it with your mouth."

And that was it.

That was the fucking moment.

The snap. The exact second the leash around his control finally ripped.

He twitched.

His whole body twitched like he’d just gotten struck by lightning. Like I had just flipped something inside him that shouldn’t have been touched.

His eyes went black.

I mean completely black. No color. Just blown pupils and feral hunger and that jaw. Oh my God. His jaw was so fucking tight it looked like it could shatter.

And then his hand moved.

No words. No warning. Just heat. And hunger. And him grabbing my tit like it was his.

He didn’t fucking hesitate.

He just grabbed it.

One second I was breathing and the next I wasn’t because his whole palm swallowed my breast through the wet, clingy fabric of my dress and his fingers closed around it like they’d been waiting their whole life to claim me.

I moaned.

So loud.

So humiliating.

I swear I didn’t mean to be that loud. But fuck. My whole body reacted. My legs went soft. My back hit the tree and I think my soul just said fuck it and left my body because I couldn’t think anymore.

My nipple was already hard. So fucking hard. And when he flicked it with his thumb through that drenched dress I swear to God something inside me screamed.

My knees buckled.

Completely.

I would’ve dropped if he wasn’t pinning me there with just one hand.

My tits were heavy and aching and crushed up against the front of his chest now and my pussy was so wet it hurt.

Literally hurt. I could feel the slick clinging to the insides of my thighs. I could feel the air touch it. I could feel how messy I was. And all he did was touch one tit.

"You think this is a game" his voice shook. It didn’t just sound angry. It sounded wrecked. Like I had broken something inside him and he didn’t know how to put it back together.

I whimpered.

Yes I fucking whimpered. Like a needy little bitch.

His fingers pinched my nipple through the dress and my mouth fell open again and a whole different kind of moan slipped out. Desperate. Slutty. Wet.

He pressed his forehead to mine.

His breath was pouring into my mouth. It was hot. It was heavy. It made me dizzy. I couldn’t focus on anything except the heat of his body and the pressure of his hand and the throbbing ache between my legs that was getting worse. So much worse.

Oh God. My panties.

They were done for. Ruined. Soaked through. I could feel how sticky they were. Every time I moved I felt it. That awful squelch of wet fabric against soaked skin.

And his hand just kept rolling my nipple between his fingers like he was punishing it. Slow. Tight. Dirty.

I choked. Literally choked on a moan that wasn’t even a sound. Just noise. Just breath and shame and need.

"You like this" he hissed. His mouth didn’t touch mine but it hovered. "You like teasing me like that. Calling me Daddy like a little fucking whore."

Yes. Yes. Yes. Say it again. Say it again. Make it worse.

I couldn’t speak.

I couldn’t even swallow.

He pinched my nipple again. This time hard.

I gasped. My whole body locked up. My hips jerked forward like I was trying to hump the air. I didn’t care. I would’ve rubbed myself against the bark of the fucking tree if it meant relief.

"Answer me"

"Y-yes" I gasped.

"You like getting me hard in the fucking rain" he snarled.

He twisted my nipple again and my voice broke. My moan came out cracked. I almost started crying from how badly I needed him to just touch me lower. Please. Just lower.

"You like showing me your tits like a cock-hungry little brat"

"I... I didn’t mean...I wasn’t...I just..."I couldn’t get the words out. My mouth wasn’t working. My brain wasn’t working. All I could think was fuck. Fuck. Fuck I’m so wet.

His hand left my tit and wrapped around my throat.

I gasped again.