Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 130

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~Lyra~

Okay. So. Let me just start by saying last night was… yeah. The filthiest, wettest, hottest, most soul–shaking night of my entire life. I am not exaggerating. I am not being dramatic. I am being so f*****g serious.

But listen..if you think it ended after he came all over my face, t**s, and belly, you are deeply mistaken.

Damon doesn’t stop there. He doesn’t just c*m on you, say “good girl,” and roll over like some basic ass man. No. He cleans you. He worships you. He claims you all over again while wiping you down like you’re his most prized possession.

And that’s exactly what happened.

Right after the last drop of his c*m landed on my lips and slid down to my chin, he looked at me like I was his. Not just his slut. Not just his Omega. Not just his c*m–drenched kitten. But his whole f*****g world.

Then he pulled me up from the floor, slow and careful like I was delicate even though he’d just spent an hour ruining me. He carried me to the bedcarried me, belly and all and laid me down like I was made of glass and

S*X.

Then came the towel.

I don’t know where he got it from. I didn’t care. My brain was mush. My body was still buzzing. I just laid there in the mess he made, grinning like the slut I am while he started at my face.

He wiped my cheeks, my mouth, my jaw, my chin. I was soaked in him and he wiped me clean like he was polishing something sacred.

Then he kissed my forehead, licked the last drop off my nose, and said–I swear to God–he said, “Can’t waste

what’s mine.”

I moaned. Right there. Just from that.

Then he moved down to my chest.

He didn’t just wipe. He cupped. He massaged. He thumbed over my hard n*****s, spreading his c*m and my milk together like he was painting something on my skin. I was whimpering.

I was sensitive. I told him to be careful. I told him I was still twitching. And he looked me dead in the eyes

said, “That’s what I like, kitten.”

And I swear to the f*****g Moon, I nearly came again.

Then he went lower.

and

He kissed my belly. Told me how beautiful I looked. Told me I looked even sexier leaking from the inside and

the outside. I was shaking. I was soaked. I was limp with overstimulation and he hadn’t even touched my

p***y again yet.

But he did. Of course he did. Because Damon can’t not taste his mess. He spread my legs. He dropped to his knees again.

And he licked me clean. Like he was tasting honey and filth and power all in one. His tongue dragged through

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my folds. He sucked gently on my clit. He whispered, “You’re still so sweet, kitten, and my eyes rolled back

I didn’t even know where I was anymore.

When he finally finished, I was trembling from head to toe. And honestly it was the best feeling I’d ever

known.

He pulled me into his arms. He tucked me under the covers. He kissed my neck. And then he whispered it.

“Rest now, baby girl.”

That’s the last thing I remember before I completely passed out in his arms, fully f****d, fully ruined, and fully in love with a man who should be illegal.

Now fast forward to this morning. Sunlight is pouring into the house like it owns the damn place. My hair is a

mess. And Damon? He’s standing by the window shirtless, holding his phone, casually sipping espresso like

he didn’t turn me into his own personal c*m dump last night.

Like he didn’t knock me the f**k up with the strength of ten Alpha wolves and then whisper bedtime lullabies

into my ear while my body convulsed from overstimulation.

And I swear I was trying to be normal. I was. I sat up, wiped my eyes, looked around for my phone, and said

the most innocent thing ever:

“Can I go to school today?”

Y’all, Y’all.

This man turned around so slowly it felt like a horror movie. His eyes were blazing. His jaw clenched. His

voice dropped an octave so deep I felt it in my pelvic bone.

“No, kitten.”

I blinked. “What?”

“You’re not going to school.”

I laughed. Like actually laughed. Because I thought he was joking. “Damon, I’m pregnant. Not dead. I have

exams–coming up.”

He set his espresso down. Walked toward me like a panther. All calm and deadly. “You are carrying my pups,” he said. “You will be homeschooled from now on. And since you’re in your last year of high school, it only

makes it easier.”

I looked at him like he had grown two heads. “You’re insane.”

“And you’re glowing.”

“Stop trying to be charming.”

“I’m not. You’re literally glowing. You have my scent all over you. You think I’m going to let you waltz into a school full of teenage boys while you’re with my pups inside you? Funny kitten. Very funny”

I covered my face with the blanket and screamed into it. I wanted to kick him. I wanted to strangle him. I wanted to f**k him again just to make a point. I did none of those things,

Instead, I peeked out and snapped, “You don’t get to dictate my life!”

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He knelt in front of the bed, rested one hand on my belly, and tilted his head like he was speaking to a bratty kitten instead of a hormonal, pregnant teenager he raw–dogged all night.

“I do now,” he said.

I gaped at him. “Excuse me?!”

“You’re mine,” he murmured. “Every part of you. That womb is mine. That cunt is mine. That mouth you’re using to argue with me? Also mine. So no, baby girl, you don’t get to decide anymore. Not when you’re carrying my legacy.”

“I hate you,” I hissed, even though my thighs clenched like a goddamn vice and I was already wet again just

from his voice.

He smirked. “Your t**s say otherwise.”

I shrieked and threw a pillow at him. He caught it with one hand and tossed it aside like I hadn’t just tried to

murder him via cotton. “Damon!”

“Kitten,” he said slowly, “if you don’t lie back down right now, I swear to the Moon, I will bend you over this bed and f**k my pups deeper until you’re too swollen to walk, let alone study.”

I blinked at him. My mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again like I was trying to compute the level of audacity this man had just thrown at me at 9:12 AM on a weekday.

I was pregnant. I had cramps in my back. And this grown–ass man had the nerve to threaten and fill me more just because I said the word “school.”

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“What?” I screeched, yanking the sheet up over my chest like suddenly I had modesty–like this man didn’t spend all of last night knotted inside me while telling me how sweet my p***y tasted.

“Are you actually listening to yourself? Damon. You sound insane. Do you hear the words coming out of your

mouth?”

He just tilted his head. Like a predator watching his prey lose its mind in slow motion. His eyes didn’t blink. His arms crossed. And that little smile? That smug little twitch of his lips? I wanted to rip it off his face and

shove it down his throat.

“No,” I said, my voice rising as I sat up straighter in the bed, “you don’t get to make decisions for me. You don’t get to dictate my life. I’m not your prisoner. I’m not some cartel Omegas locked in a tower popping out pups on demand. I am a senior in high school. I have a future. I have dreams. I want to graduate. I want to go

to prom.

I want to walk across the stage and wear that ugly gown and hold my little paper that says I

survived school and didn’t die!”

Damon’s eyebrow went up like I was amusing him. Amusing. Him.

“And you know what?” I shouted, now full–on ranting as I flung the covers off and sat there in my milk–stained

skin, with bed hair and c*m on my thighs and my whole body sore and overstimulated.

“I don’t want to be homeschooled in your luxury house like some..some naked, pregnant housepet with Alpha juice leaking out of her twenty–four–seven!”

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