Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 86

Lyra

Silence.

I went on.

"I didn’t sleep at all, like not even one second, and the fan was on but somehow I was still sweating like I was being cooked from the inside out. I kept waking up thinking there was a rat in the room but it was just my hair sticking to my leg. And then I had this dream that I was being chased by a goat in lingerie, which is probably Tasha’s fault.

"I farted in my sleep, I’m pretty sure. The kind that sounds like a trumpet from hell. And then the lights blinked and I thought we were being haunted, and then I rolled over and the bed squeaked so loud I’m sure the house thought I was getting dicked down by a demon.

Not that I was. I mean..obviously not. Obviously I wasn’t. Because I haven’t had sex and I’m on my period. My womb is literally closed for business right now."

I was sweating. Trembling. Clenching. Lying like a fucking demon.

Damon was grinning behind me, still buried to the base, his hand sliding across my waist like he was proud of me for being so unhinged.

But I wasn’t done.

"And Tasha," I added quickly, "she’s not even in the room, she’s downstairs looking for noodles or maybe drinking garri, I don’t know, and I don’t want to go down because I feel like a ghost touched my ass last night.

"And I’m bloated. My boobs feel like someone pumped them full of cement. And if you make me stand up right now, I will faint. I will actually collapse like a Victorian orphan.

"So yes, I’m okay. Just your regular period demonic possession, spiritual fatigue, mosquito warzone, hallucination-ridden teenage meltdown. Totally fine."

Dead silence on the other end.

My whole face was hot. I felt like I’d just given a TED Talk on how to sound like a mentally unstable virgin who accidentally summoned Satan during sleep paralysis. And Damon’s cock literally twitched inside me like it agreed.

I cleared my throat.

"So um... why did you call? Is everything okay with you? Like are you fine? Is Dad fine? Did someone die? Are we broke? Are you getting divorced? Is the dog pregnant? Please just tell me what’s going on before I combust."

I barely got the last word out before Damon fucking moved again. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Not a lot.

Just a tiny grind. A small shift of his hips. Just enough to make his knot press right into the sore, overstretched spot deep inside me that still hadn’t calmed down from the last orgasm. My body spasmed. My pussy clenched. And before I could stop it, a sound slipped out of my mouth that was definitely not appropriate for a mother-daughter phone call.

It was a moan.

I slapped my hand over my mouth like it could undo it.

But the damage was done.

Because the second it happened, my mum went dead silent.

Like the whole earth paused just to let me suffer.

Then I heard it.

"LYRA RACHEAL AUSTINE," she screamed so loud I almost threw the phone, "ARE YOU FUCKING SURE YOU ARE ALRIGHT."

I swear to God my whole soul left my body. My nipples went hard. My pussy pulsed again because for some disgusting reason my body was still aroused while my mother was out here shouting like a soldier who just caught me breaking into the Lord’s temple.

"Mum," I croaked, panicking, sweating, trembling, leaking, dying, "yes. I swear. I’m fine. I’m just... I dropped something again. My leg hit the fan. It shocked me. The fan shocked me. I think I screamed. It’s nothing. I promise. I’m just sore. I mean I’m not sore. I mean I’m sore from cramps not from anything else because I obviously haven’t done anything.

She sighed.

"Alright then, the reason I called was to check up on you and also to let you know that me and your father have been thinking..."

I froze.

Damon smirked again.

She continued.

"After summer we would like you to finish high school there with Tasha. Since you only have one grade left, it would make sense to just settle down and focus."

I blinked.

My brain didn’t register it at first.

Then it hit me.

Wait.

What.

What.

No.

No no no no no.

"Mum," I said, my voice cracking like glass, "what did you just say."

"I said," she repeated like it was nothing, "we’ve been talking and we think it would be good for you to stay. Finish the school year there. You and Tasha seem to be getting along very well and her father seems like a respectable man."

I choked.

I actually choked.

Respectable man?

Respectable.

The same man who was literally knotted inside me right now while I was on the phone with her? The same man who had just made me moan into the pillow like a bitch in heat? The same man who had been stuffing my virgin pussy full of so much cum it was still dripping down my thighs?

My mother just called him respectable.

And wanted me to stay here.

With him.

In this house.

In this bed.

Where I just screamed into the sheets with his knot still buried inside me and his hand still stroking my clit under the blanket like this whole conversation was some kind of sick twisted game.

"Mum," I gasped again, trying to sound calm, normal, *not like a girl who just got bred harder than a pornstar in a dog park. "Can we talk about this later?"

"No," she said simply. "It’s now!"

Oh dammit.