Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 74

I opened my eyes.

Looked down at the soaked fabric again.

And fuck.

The sight of that dark, sticky stain in the middle made my throat tighten.

"You begged me with this, didn’t you?" I asked, holding the panties like they could answer. "Your pussy soaked this before I even touched you.

"You were already mine. Already aching. Already waiting to be claimed. You didn’t say it with your mouth but this little fucking thing right here?" I dragged my thumb across the center, rubbing the slick spot slow. "This was your consent."

Another breath. Shaky.

Another groan. Deeper now.

"You think I’m ever gonna forget this?" I asked the drawer, like it was some dark confessional. "You think I’m ever gonna let another man breathe near you without remembering what you smelled like when you came for me in this closet?"

I licked the inside of my cheek. My jaw clenched again.

"You don’t even understand yet. You think this was sex?" I laughed quietly. "You think this was just some secret quickie while your best friend was in the hallway? No. This was the beginning. This was the first time your body admitted it was mine."

I tapped the panties against my palm.

Soft. Wet.

Still warm.

"Every time you put something between your legs now, you’ll remember this moment. Every time you try to wear new ones, you’ll feel the difference.

"You’ll remember how these were torn off you. How you moaned when they came off. How your slick coated them while you begged me not to stop."

Another inhale.

Then I kissed them.

Dead center.

Pressed my lips to that warm, stained spot like I was worshiping the memory of her pussy.

And whispered against the lace—

"This is mine now."

Then I walked back to the drawer, opened it like I was handling a fucking relic, and laid the panties flat on the velvet lining like I’d just placed the crown jewels.

I closed it.

Locked it.

Then stood there for a long minute with my hand on the wood, my chest rising and falling, my cock twitching with every breath.

"I’m a grown-ass man," I said one last time, shaking my head and laughing again. "And I just fell in love with a fucking pair of panties."

I dragged my hand down my face again.

Smirked at the mirror.

And muttered.

"God help me. Because I’m not stopping."

I stood there for another breathless second, palm still pressed to the drawer like it had taken something from me. Maybe it had. Maybe it was safer that way.

Safer if I didn’t look at those panties again tonight. Safer if I didn’t open that drawer again in the next ten minutes and take them back out just to smell her all over again.

Because I would.

I fucking would.

And I needed to get a grip.

I turned back to the room, dragging a hand down my face and eyeing the bed.

The sheets were ruined.

Completely.

There was a wet, dark spot in the center where her virgin blood had soaked through, ringed in the mess of my cum and sweat and everything else I’d left behind inside her.

Her scent was thick in the air. The headboard was still crooked from where I’d slammed her against it before dragging her into the closet like a starving animal.

I clicked my jaw, exhaled hard through my nose, and moved to strip the bed.

Just as my hand grabbed the edge of the fitted sheet, I heard it.

A voice.

"Bitch, where the hell were you?"

Fuck.

Tasha.

My stomach dropped.

"Oh, goddammit," I hissed, yanking the sheet off with one pull.

There wasn’t time. I didn’t even fold it. I just bundled the entire soaked mess into my arms, shoved it in the hamper beneath the sink, and sprinted out of the room like I hadn’t just marked every inch of it with my cum and my cock.

The second I stepped into the hallway.

There they were.

My daughter and my filthy little secret.

Her eyes narrowed, her expression pissed off and full of bratty fire. But it wasn’t her mouth that made my blood turn cold.

It was her hand.

Lifted.

Reaching.

Fingers already halfway to Lyra’s throat..already reaching for the bite mark I’d left right at the junction between her neck and shoulder.

My mark.

My fucking mark.

"Tasha."

She froze.

Both of them did.

Lyra flinched like she wasn’t sure if I was about to yell or kiss her again. Her cheeks were flushed. Her legs were shaking. And she was still in my fucking shirt.

And Tasha.

Tasha was standing there wide-eyed, hand suspended mid-air, mouth already opening to ask something I would kill to never answer.

So I cut it all off.

Snapped like the father I was supposed to be.

"You are in big fucking trouble, young lady."

Tasha blinked.

"What?"

"Look at the goddamn time you’re coming home!" I barked, marching toward her like I hadn’t just been balls-deep in her best friend minutes ago.

"Ugh, chill, Dad.."

"Don’t ’Dad’ me!" I snapped, pointing toward the hall.

"I am never and I mean never allowing you to go to any fucking party again. You hear me?! I don’t care if it’s a birthday, a wedding, a gender reveal or Jesus Christ himself hosting it in your mother’s backyard. You’re done. You’re grounded. Go. To. Your. Room. Now.