All Chapters of Breed Me. Daddy Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~Lyra~Fuck. There was no point honestly. There was no fucking point in even checking the time again. No point in grabbing my phone again or pretending I’d sleep. Sleep was a lie. A cruel fucking fantasy I kept telling myself while my body throbbed, my cunt ached, and my skin burned like someone had set fire to it from the inside. My limbs wouldn’t stay still. My legs twitched. My feet kept flexing. My fingers? Still tingling. Every time I closed my eyes, I didn’t see dreams. I saw him. Damon. Alpha. Daddy. The man whose voice had already broken me from the other side of a door. Who hadn’t even touched me and still left me shaking through three orgasms that barely scratched the itch he put in me. I shifted on the bed, and my thighs stuck together..wet, raw, used. The slick was cold now, and it made everything sharper. I could feel it drying on the inside of my legs, between my folds, everywhere. I should’ve gotten up. I should’ve cleaned up. But I didn’t wa

~Lyra~I didn’t breathe. I couldn’t. My lungs refused to work, my chest too tight, too full of everything I couldn’t say. The ache between my legs was still alive, still pulsing like a second heartbeat. Shame curled its claws into me, but so did something worse. Something deeper. Something dirtier. Desire. My robe was halfway open, clinging to my slick skin, exposing my thigh, my breast, the curve of my stomach still twitching with aftershocks I hadn’t earned. And Tasha? Tasha was standing there, sweat glowing on her skin, her hair a wild mess around her flushed face, and her eyes locked onto me like I was something she’d stepped in. “Lyra?!” Her voice cut through me like a lash. It didn’t sound like a best friend’s voice. It didn’t sound like concern. It sounded like accusation. It sounded like hate. Like I’d violated something sacred. Like I was the disgusting one. I blinked, my vision blurry. My heart was thudding so violently I could hear it in my ear

~~Lyra~~ My eyes fluttered shut. And it wasn’t soft. It wasn’t innocent. It felt like collapse. Like my body had short-circuited under the pressure of his presence. Like my mind couldn’t bear the heat that surged through me the second his fingers brushed the top of my chest. Everything in me clenched. My pussy. My stomach. My throat. It was like all my nerves had been rewired just for him. To feel him. To want him. To fucking need him like oxygen I hadn’t earned. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until my lips parted and it shuddered out of me like a moan I was too scared to let escape. Because I wasn’t just standing there anymore. I was unraveling. My robe was already loose, gaping, barely covering anything. My nipples were hard..aching points beneath the silk. My skin felt too tight. My core pulsed so violently it was like a second heartbeat between my legs. And I could feel a thread of wetness sliding down the inside of my thighs aga

~Damon~ I slammed the door shut and stood there like a fucking animal. Breathing hard. Fists clenched. Cock still hard enough to cut stone. She didn’t even know what she did to me. That little fucking whimper..God, that sound..had sunk under my skin like a drug and now I was high off her. Drunk off the scent of her slick, her sweat, the fucking desperation she wore like perfume. And I hadn’t even touched her. I should’ve. I wanted to. Every part of me fucking ached for it. I could still see her in front of me, gripping the counter like it was the only thing keeping her from falling apart. That loose silk robe sticking to the sweat between her tits, the back barely covering her ass. Her thighs trembling. Her pussy dripping. She was soaked. Ruined. Ready. And I walked away. Like a fucking saint. I should be crucified for it. I stalked across the room and gripped the dresser. My knuckles cracked from how hard I clenched. My veins pulsed. I looked down. Fu

Damon~ I came down the stairs like a man possessed. The phone was pressed to my ear. My voice already loud, sharp and fucking angry, my blood still hot from last night. I hadn’t slept. I’d barely fucking breathed. “Listen to me and listen well,” I growled into the line, low and pissed. “If the council room isn’t secured before I get there, I’m going to start cutting off fingers and feeding them to the dogs. One for every minute I wait. Do you understand me, Micah?” There was a pause. “Y-yes Alpha…” “Don’t fucking stutter.” I stepped into the hallway, jaw tight, voice rising. “You’ve had three goddamn days to sweep the perimeter. And you’re telling me now…now..that two of your men didn’t report back? Are you out of your fucking mind?” “They…They went radio silent at the East wall. We think…” “Don’t tell me what you think. You’re not paid to think. You’re paid to obey. If there’s a breach, I want it sealed. If there are rogues, I want them dead. And if one fucking co