Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 69.

~Damon~

She collapsed against me the second the front door slammed.

Not like she relaxed.

Like she broke.

Her body just... folded.

She was shaking.

My knot was still buried deep inside her..throbbing, swelling..locked so tight her pussy pulsed around it like it was still trying to adjust to the invasion.

"Holy shit," she whispered.

Barely audible.

"Holy fucking shit..Damon..I can’t..I can’t believe that just.."

She lifted her head for a second.

Eyes wide.

Mouth trembling.

Then she dropped it back to my chest with a whimper like her bones gave up on trying to hold her up.

"Was she in here? Was she actually in here? Like she—she opened the door—she was so fucking close—oh my god—oh my god..

She clutched at me suddenly.

Fingers digging into my chest.

Nails dragging over my skin like she was trying to anchor herself to something real.

"She was gonna see me—she was gonna see me like this—with your cock still—fuck—Damon I still have your knot in me—what the fuck is wrong with me?!"

Her whole body shook around me again.

And my cock twitched.

Not out of guilt.

Out of hunger.

Because hearing her panic while she was still impaled on my knot, while my cum was leaking out of her, while her pussy was fluttering around me like it still wanted more—it was driving me insane.

I could feel it.

The tight squeeze.

The slick heat.

The way her inner walls kept milking me like her body hadn’t figured out the moment was over.

"I shouldn’t have done this," she gasped. "I can’t believe I—I let you—I let you fuck me while she was outside—I let you do this to me.."

She pulled back just enough to look up at me.

And fuck, her eyes were glassy.

Her lips were swollen.

Her cheeks streaked in sweat and tears.

There was a smear of my cum on her jaw from when I’d grabbed her face.

"I can’t believe I liked it," she whispered.

And there it was.

The truth.

She sobbed again, hands trembling against my chest, her voice breaking:

"Damon, I—I was scared but I couldn’t stop..I was moaning while she was in the room..I could feel your cock throbbing inside me while she was calling your name—what the fuck is wrong with me—"

I grinned.

I couldn’t help it.

Because she said it like it was a question.

Like she was waiting for me to tell her what she was now.

And I would.

But not yet.

"Nothing’s wrong with you," I murmured, stroking her hip. "You’re just honest now."

She stared up at me, trembling.

Her mouth opened—like she wanted to argue.

But then my knot shifted inside her.

And she gasped.

Her pussy spasmed.

She slapped a hand over her mouth like she could silence the sound that ripped from her chest.

"I—fuck—why does it still feel so good?" she whimpered. "Why—why won’t my body stop—"

"Because I’m still inside you," I said, curling my hand around the back of her neck. "Because your pussy knows who it belongs to now. Doesn’t it?"

She whimpered.

Didn’t answer.

So I ground my hips once.

Her moan shattered against my chest.

And I whispered..

"Say it," my voice thick with sweat and possession, my cock still knotted deep inside her dripping cunt, her body trembling in my lap like she couldn’t figure out whether to cry or beg or come again.

She looked up at me with wide, red-stained eyes, lips parted, chest heaving, her entire body slick with the aftermath of everything I had done to her. Her breath hitched like her lungs forgot how to work, and her voice cracked when she asked,

"Say what?"

I didn’t answer at first. I didn’t need to. I just stared at her—at the way her thighs were still wrapped around my waist, at the way my cum kept leaking from where we were still locked together, at the way her pussy kept twitching every time she inhaled like it was still clinging to me even now, desperate and stretched, swollen and used.

She was ruined. Mine. And not just in the way her cunt was still swollen around my knot, but in the way her mouth trembled when she looked at me. The way her entire body responded to the weight of my voice like I’d carved myself into her bones.

I cupped the back of her neck and pressed my lips to her ear, low, so she couldn’t mistake what I was saying.

"The reason we’re in this closet isn’t because I was scared. Fuck it. I wanted her to see me fucking you. I wanted her to open that door and see my cock buried so deep inside her best friend that she’d never be able to look at you again without knowing how you sounded when you screamed my name."

She froze in my arms, her hands still weak against my chest, breath trembling.

"But I hid because of you," I said, nipping her earlobe. "Because you value that friendship. Because you love her as your best friend"

"That’s the only reason. Not because I gave a fuck about what she might think. Not because I was ashamed. But because you needed me to protect the last fragile piece of your life. So I did."

Her lips opened. A shaky breath escaped her. Her voice sounded broken when she tried to answer, but nothing came out. Just a whimper.