Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 66.

My cunt convulsed so violently it nearly knocked the air out of me, as that massive knot locked into place deep inside my walls, dragging a fresh gush of slick out of me and soaking his cock, my thighs, the sheets—everything.

I came.

Hard.

So hard I squirted again, juice shooting from my pussy like a fountain as my vision went white and my toes curled and my tongue lolled out of my mouth, like I couldn’t even pretend to be human anymore.

I was a mess.

A panting, sobbing, whimpering fucktoy, pinned to the bed by Daddy’s cock and his knot and his weight—and I loved it. I fucking loved it.

He held me there. Ground his hips forward. Once. Twice. Just to shove that knot deeper.

And I could feel every inch pulsing, stretching my walls tighter, while my pussy clamped down like it never wanted to let go.

"You feel that?" he groaned, voice low and dark and dripping with possession. "Feel how full you are, baby? Daddy’s not done with you yet."

And then he started to cum.

Hot.

Thick.

Like a goddamn volcano erupting inside my womb. I could feel every pump flood me, every pulse of his cock send another stream of hot seed crashing into my insides.

And there was nowhere for it to go—it was trapped by the knot, locked in, held down, stuffing my body until I could feel it bubbling up inside me.

It hurt.

It stretched.

It filled me so much I couldn’t think.

But my pussy took it.

She fucking drank it like it was the last thing she’d ever be fed, and I sobbed into the sheets because it was so much. I could feel his cum leaking around the base of his cock, soaking my thighs, dripping out thick and warm and endless.

My stomach ached with how full I was.

I couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t move.

Couldn’t stop clenching.

"Daddy," I whimpered, voice barely audible. "I’m so full. I can’t—I can’t take anymore."

"Yes you can," he growled, biting my neck. His fangs dragging over the raw, swollen mark he left last night. "You’re made to take it. This pussy belongs to me now, doesn’t it, baby?"

I nodded furiously, my face still buried in the sheets, tears mixing with drool as he fucked another pulse of cum inside me.

"It’s yours," I gasped. "It’s all yours, Daddy. My pussy. My throat. My womb. It’s all yours."

And he groaned like that pushed him over the edge again.

He thrust forward again, grinding that knot in just a little deeper. His cock throbbing. His chest heaving against my back while I trembled and shook and leaked around him like my body didn’t know how to function without him inside me.

He collapsed on top of me. Breathing hard. Arms wrapped around my waist. Mouth kissing the side of my face while I blinked through the blur of exhaustion and aftershocks.

I couldn’t speak.

Couldn’t even process.

I was just lying there. Twitching. As his knot kept us locked. His seed still leaking from me like I was marked from the inside out.

I don’t even know how long we stayed like that.

Minutes, maybe.

Or hours.

My brain was floating somewhere between Heaven and Hell when I finally felt his lips press to my cheek and his fingers push my hair back—like I was something precious, even while he was still buried to the hilt inside my ruined little cunt.

"You did so good, baby," he whispered, voice soft now. Low and proud. "Daddy’s proud of his girl."

And I was about to say something—maybe something stupid like I want you to fuck my throat next, or put me in the shower and do it all over again, or maybe even I think I love you.

But I didn’t get the chance.

Because right then.

Right as I opened my mouth.

Right as my body trembled again around his knot.

We heard it.

A voice.

High.

Familiar.

"Daddy?"

Then a beat.

She called out again

This time she was closer.

"Lyra?!"

"I’m home."

My whole body turned to ice.

My eyes went wide.

His cock was still inside me.

We were still fucking locked.

Still tied.

Still soaked in blood and cum and fuck.

"Holy. Shit." I breathed.

My brain stuttered.

I didn’t even know where to look..at the door, at him, at the mess we were in. I wanted to cover myself. I wanted to run. I wanted to disappear into the fucking floor, but I couldn’t move.

I was still tied to him.

Still stuffed with cum.

Still whimpering like his toy.

And then I heard it again.

"Daddy?"

"Lyra?"

Her voice came closer.

Footsteps now.

Fucking footsteps.

My mouth opened but nothing came out. I was frozen. A knot inside and a bomb outside. My entire body clenched around him again involuntarily and I whimpered, "Damon... what the fuck do we do?"

His eyes snapped open.

"Stay still," he growled, voice suddenly so quiet and deadly it made me shiver. "Don’t say a fucking word. Don’t even breathe too loud."

The door handle rattled.

I gasped. "Tasha can’t see me like this. Damon, please. I still have your fucking knot inside me."

And that’s when we heard it.

The doorknob turning.

Oh Fuck.