Todos los capítulos de Breed Me. Daddy Alpha: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

~Damon~ I honestly didn’t expect to see this. Not this early in the damn morning. I was getting ready to head out. Had my mind already locked on the day’s business — pack meetings, a border patrol issue, some late shipments I needed to handle myself. I was halfway through a black coffee, shirt undone, planning to take a quick call with one of the Elders when I heard that voice. Camilla’s voice. That sickly-sweet, high-pitched voice she used when she thought she still had control. And then I heard Lyra’s voice. Her voice. Sharp. Defiant. Wet with rage and something else too. That shaken breath girls get when they’ve just been humiliated and don’t know whether to scream, cry, or throw a chair. So I stopped. I didn’t care about the meeting anymore. I didn’t care about the shipment. I didn’t even care that my goddamn coffee was going cold on the marble. I walked to the doorway. And what I saw? It made something feral snap in me. Lyra. S

~Lyra~ Oh damn. Fuck. My Damon. I love that he defended me in front of that bitch. I love it so much I might actually cry. Or scream. Or crawl under the table and hump the air just thinking about it. Gosh, the way he stood in front of me, towering like a whole wall of sin and testosterone, voice calm but lethal, looking like he could throw her out the window and then bend me over the counter before she even hit the ground—God. I think I just fell in love with him all over again. And yes. I said my Damon. Because I don’t care what anyone says, not even that dusty-ass, bleached-blonde ex-wife with the $20,000 ass and $3 personality. He is mine. Mine in the way his voice dropped when he told her off. Mine in the way he touched me after, like I was delicate and dangerous at the same time. Mine in the way he kissed my temple like I was a goddamn reward for surviving the storm. He looked so hot doing it too. Like full-on, ruin-my-life, blow-my-back-out, eat-my-soul-with-a-

~Lyra~His words made me moan again, louder this time. I sucked harder, moved faster, letting my lips slide up and down his length in smooth, filthy rhythm. I pulled back just to lick the tip, circling it with my tongue, tasting him, teasing him, then took him deep again until he hit the back of my throat. His hips jerked, and he growled my name like he was about to lose it. “Lyra, fuck, slow down—unless you want me to cum in that sweet little mouth right now.” I looked up at him, eyes wet and wide, and pulled off slowly, dragging my lips up the length of his shaft with one last moan. I held his cock in my hand and whispered, “I do, Daddy. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste all of it. Please.” His head hit the back of the seat. His eyes slammed shut. His chest was rising and falling like he was about to lose it completely. And I didn’t wait. I wrapped my lips around him again and sucked him fast and deep, no teasing this time. Just full-on, messy, desperate, need

He leaned in closer, one hand resting on my thigh, slowly sliding upward until his palm was pressed firmly just below the hem of my skirt. “And then when I finally had you…” he murmured. “When I finally tasted you, fucked you, felt you pulsing around me and begging for more… I knew I could never go back. Camilla was a mistake. A placeholder. A distraction. You? You’re mine. My mate. My obsession. My Omega. My dirty little secret that I’m never giving back.” I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. My body was already trembling again. He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “You were made for me,” he whispered. “And I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving that.” And I swear, right then, I nearly came. “Fuck… that’s so hot,” I breathed, thighs clenching hard under my skirt. “I wanna fuck you right now. I don’t care if we’re in the parking lot. I want you to bend me over the dashboard and make me scream your name in front of the whole damn school.” His hand squee

“Your scent,” he murmured. “It’s not clean. It’s not pure anymore. You reek of Alpha cum He said it like it was a compliment. Like I should be proud of it. And the worst part? The absolute worst part? My body reacted to it. My skin got hotter. I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off, to remind him I had a whole Alpha Daddy who could snap his neck like a pencil and not even flinch—but he didn’t let me. Of course he didn’t. Because apparently this boy was allergic to boundaries and full of sin. “You’ve been fucked,” he went on, voice lower now, crueler, like he wanted to carve the truth into me with every word. “And not just once. No, I can smell it on you. He’s been inside you more than once. He’s filled you up. Claimed you. Knot or no knot, doesn’t matter. Your body belongs to him now. And yet—” He leaned in close, way too close, and my back hit the locker behind me with a soft thud. His eyes dragged down my body, slow and smug and invasive, until they landed right where