บททั้งหมดของ Breed Me. Daddy Alpha: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

I kissed her shoulder. Bit her neck. Dragged my tongue across the shell of her ear while her breath hitched again. “You are what I want, kitten,” I whispered. “Not her. Never her. She was a contract. A fucking human leash they shoved into my bed just because I didn’t have a mate. But you—” I paused. My heart slammed against my ribs like it was trying to claw its way out. My cock throbbed inside her. I leaned closer. Pressed my lips against her ear. “But you,” I murmured, “you are my fate” “But Damon,” she breathed, and fuck, the way she said my name—like it hurt her to even speak it—made my cock twitch inside her. “Please.” I didn’t move. I stayed bent over her, letting her feel the full heat of me against her back, letting my palm slide down her belly like I was reminding her exactly who she belonged to. But I didn’t answer. I waited. I made her say more. “Please just…” Her voice cracked, and her brows furrowed, like she hated herself for even thinking it. “Just let’s g

His knuckles whitened around the steering wheel. “And maybe after you’re done punishing my throat,” I went on, pretending to be innocent as I traced a finger up my thigh, “you can bend me over that table again and remind me why you never like being interrupted.” I saw it. The flicker. That wild, dangerous glint that lit up in his eyes like someone just poured gasoline on already-burning rage. He didn’t speak. But he did reach down, unbuckle his seatbelt with one sharp movement, then ran his tongue slowly across his teeth like he was picturing the things he’d do to me the second we got back. “Keep talking, kitten,” he said, voice a growl now. “Say one more thing that makes my cock hard in this car, and I’ll make you ride it all the way back with the windows down, dripping, crying, and gagging for mercy I won’t give.” I blinked. I swallowed. I clenched again. But I wasn’t done. Not yet. “Oh no, Daddy,” I said softly, licking my bottom lip on purpo

“Damon—” she croaked, barely able to get the word out, her nails digging into his wrist, trying to pull him off. But he didn’t budge. He was staring at her like she wasn’t even real. Like she was filth beneath his boot. His breathing was ragged. His pupils had expanded so wide that his eyes looked black. Not dark. Not angry. Black. And then they changed. Right in front of me. The gold of his irises bled outward like ink in water, glowing with heat that wasn’t natural. His teeth—his canines—elongated. His voice when he spoke was layered, like something else was speaking through him. Something furious. “You touched what’s mine,” he growled, every syllable vibrating through the room like a war drum. “You tried to kill my Luna in my own fucking house.” “I—I wasn’t going to kill her!” Camilla gasped, choking on her own words as she clawed at his wrist. “I just—I just wanted to scare her! I just wanted her to leave!” “Liar,” he snapped,

His jaw clenched. His shoulders jerked once, like something inside him didn’t agree. Like the beast didn’t want to listen. Like it wanted vengeance. Carnage. Death. But I kept talking. I had to. “You didn’t lose me,” I whispered. “You didn’t. I’m still breathing. I’m still here. I’m yours, Damon. I never stopped being yours. And I don’t want the first thing you do after saving me to be something that haunts you.” His claws flexed. I took another step. My hand finally reached his chest. The moment my fingers touched him, he let out a sound—somewhere between a gasp and a growl. His skin was burning hot beneath his shirt, his heart pounding wild and furious against my palm. I kept my hand there. Steady. Firm. Letting him feel me. Letting him know I was real. “She doesn’t get to have this,” I said. “She doesn’t get to break you.” His lips parted. For a second, no words came out. Just that rough, ragged breathing. Then slowly—so slowly it felt like watching a glac

I swallowed hard, and it felt like my whole throat tightened around a moan I wasn’t ready to let out. My eyes widened. My cheeks burned. My nipples hardened against my bra like they’d been called to attention by the pure, raw filth coming out of his mouth. He said it like he was proud. Like claiming me in front of the woman who used to sleep in his bed was just another form of foreplay. “I’ve had her whimpering under me,” he continued, and my breath stuttered because I remembered. I remembered the way his hands pinned me down. The way his voice dipped right before he slammed into me. The way he groaned against my neck while I begged him to keep going. “Soaked and spread. Begging for more. I’ve had her mouth on my cock, her hands on my chest, her thighs trembling while I fuck her so hard she forgets her name.” Oh my fucking god. I could feel it now. Not just mentally. Not just emotionally. Physically. The way my panties clung to me. The way the heat curled low in my belly an