All Chapters of Breed Me. Daddy Alpha: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

~Lyra~ I stood there at the top of the stairs watching them argue—watching their hands move, their mouths open, their bodies tense—and honestly, it felt like I couldn’t hear a single fucking thing. Their lips were moving, but the words weren’t landing. They weren’t even making it to my ears. It was like someone turned the volume of the whole world down to zero and left me trapped in a bubble of silence, in a house that suddenly didn’t feel like it belonged to me anymore. Because she kissed him. She fucking kissed him. She put her lips on his like she owned him. Like she had the right. Like he hadn’t been inside me less than an hour ago. Like I wasn’t still limping from the way he split me open with his knot, still aching from how full he left me, still dripping down my thighs like I was some ruined little thing marked and claimed and destroyed. And there she was. Putting her mouth on him like she was coming home to her man. God. Who was I even kidding? She’s his wi

~Lyra~ “Don’t,” I said, and my voice was already shaking. My hands were shaking. My whole fucking soul was shaking. “Just—don’t. Don’t come in here, Damon. Don’t you dare walk into this room like you have the right. Like you can just show up and fix it with that stupid face and those quiet eyes and that I’m-so-calm bullshit you do when you know you’ve already ruined me.” He stepped forward again, but I snapped backward so fast my foot hit the edge of the bed frame and I winced. I didn’t even care. “I’m serious,” I said, my voice rising, filling the space between us like a scream held in a cage. “Don’t. Don’t even try to act like you didn’t just let her touch you. Because I saw it, Damon. I saw it with my own two eyes, okay? I stood there like a goddamn idiot and watched her kiss you. And you let her. You didn’t push her away. You didn’t say stop. You just stood there.” My throat burned. My lips were trembling. My heart was slamming so violently inside my chest that I was sur

~Lyra~ “I want your tongue to forget what air tastes like because it only remembers me. My skin. My pussy. My fucking sweat on your tongue. I want you to wake up starving for it. Thirsty for it. I want you to crawl across the bed just to bury your face in me like you can’t breathe without it.” He growled again. I felt the sound before I heard it. It rumbled from his chest and poured through me like thunder. And then—his voice. Low. Ruined. Husky enough to make me clench before he even finished speaking. “Say it again,” he rasped, his mouth pressed hot against my ear. “Say you want to be the only thing I taste, kitten.” “I want to be the only one,” I cried, “the only fucking one. I want your mouth soaked in me until nothing else exists. I want you to get on your knees and open your mouth just to prove it. I want you to choke on how much you need me. I want you ruined.” “Fuck,” he growled, and his voice dropped even lower, his hand sliding down between my legs, cupping

~Lyra~ “I can’t stay quiet,” I moaned, and it came out so fast, so wild, so fucking real I didn’t even try to stop it. “I can’t..I can’t..oh my God, Damon, I’m so loud..I can’t stop.. My hands flew to my mouth. Both of them. I slapped them over my lips like they could hold in the moans that were already trying to rip out of me. I pressed down hard, shaking, whimpering, my thighs trembling on either side of his face while his tongue kept moving, deep and slow and maddening like he was trying to lick me into insanity. And I could feel myself getting close. I could feel it building. That tight, swollen, wet pressure just behind my clit. That insane, explosive, oh-my-God-I’m-not-ready kind of orgasm that starts in your spine and makes your whole body lock up like it’s trying to survive it. But then he pulled away. Just for a second. And I nearly screamed from the loss. He looked up at me with his mouth shiny, his chin soaked in me, his eyes dark and wild and full o

~Lyra~ **Next Morning** The next day came way too fast, and I was supposed to start school. And honestly? I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t even close to ready. But phew this is the last grade. I woke up to the annoying beeping of my alarm and stared at the ceiling for a full five minutes, wondering if there was any possible way to fake my own death and skip this day entirely. My chest felt heavy, my body still sore in places I didn’t even know could get sore, and my brain was screaming “Nope” before I’d even gotten out of bed. I just lay there, tangled in sheets that still smelled like sweat, sex, and Damon, trying to gather the strength to function like a normal teenager and not a freshly-ruined, emotionally unstable little whore who got her world rocked the night before. To make things worse, my mum sent me a fucking email. Not a simple “Good luck” text or a cute voice note. No. An actual long-ass email. The kind with a motivational quote and emojis and a paragraph talki