All Chapters of Breed Me. Daddy Alpha: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

He grabbed my jaw and tilted it up, making me look at him while his thumb brushed over my lip. “Tell her, baby. Tell her what you say when I knot you. Tell her how many times you beg to be filled.” “I—I say please,” I stammered, my throat raw. “Please knot me, please don’t stop, please put your pups in me…” Damon growled and kissed me. It was filthy. His tongue dominated mine, his teeth dragging over my bottom lip like he wanted to bruise it. My knees buckled. I melted into him, moaning into his mouth while Camilla sobbed behind us, broken and helpless. He pulled back just enough to whisper against my lips, “You hear that, Camilla? She wants to carry my bloodline. She wants me to fill her every fucking night until her belly swells. She thanks me when I come in her.” I was gasping now, sweating, trembling, soaked. My nipples were hard, scraping my shirt, and my panties felt like they were going to disintegrate from how wet they were. And just as Damon lowered one hand to unbu

“You could’ve had anyone else, Lyra,” she whispered, her voice raw and broken now. “You could’ve waited. You could’ve said no. But you didn’t. You opened your legs and let him ruin you in the same house I grew up in. You let him fuck you while I slept in the next room.While I was busy living my life, you were too busy screaming my dad’s name into the sheets.” “Fuck I just remembered that blood I saw on his bed!! It was fuvking yours you bitch!!!!” “My dad took your virginity. Do you know how disgusted I feel saying this” The silence after that sentence felt like a blade. And then she twisted it. “Or do you want me to fuck your dad?” she snapped. “Is that what you want, Lyra? Should I ride your father’s cock until I scream for him the way you scream for mine? Should I let him breed me on your kitchen table so you understand how this feels?” My eyes filled instantly. My stomach twisted. My mouth hung open, but nothing came out. Because there was nothing to say. She saw i

“You’re delusional,” she hissed. “You’re a fucking Omega in heat, and you let it ruin your brain.” “No,” I snapped. “I let it free me.” I stepped forward until I was right in front of her. My body was shaking. My cheeks were hot. My cunt was soaked. My heart was thundering so loud it felt like it echoed in my throat. And I didn’t care anymore if it was cruel. I didn’t care if she cried. I didn’t care if it destroyed us completely. I wanted her to know. “When he knots me,” I whispered, “I cry. I scream. I beg him to stay inside. I beg him not to pull out. I beg him to fill me so deep I can’t think for days. I thank him when he finishes. I wrap my legs around him and tell him I want more. And he gives it to me. Over and over and over again.” Tasha’s breath hitched. My eyes were glassy, my throat raw, but I kept going. “You want to know how many times I’ve moaned his name in this house? You want to know how many nights I’ve bit down the pillow and came so hard I forgot my ow

Tasha was shaking. Her whole body was curled inward like she was trying to fold herself up and disappear. “You heard what my Luna said,” Damon growled, his voice vibrating through the walls like thunder shaking the bones of the house. “She doesn’t want you here. She doesn’t want Camilla here. And what she says in this house is final. She is the Luna of this pack. Her word is law.” I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until he said that. Luna. Final. Law. The words slid over my skin like lightning and lust and power, and I swear I almost came standing right there. “I have several mansions,” Damon continued coldly. “You can pick one. I’ll have it ready before nightfall. But this one? It’s hers now.” Tasha let out a low, animal sound—somewhere between a sob and a scream—and then she looked at me. Straight at me. And in her eyes, I saw it. Not sadness. Not shock. Hatred. “You ruined my family,” she whispered, and her voice sounded broken now. Not from crying. From

“I don’t want civilized.” I looked up at him, my eyes wide and wet and wild, and I dragged one hand under his shirt, sliding my fingers up his abs, nails lightly scratching over the ridges of heat and skin until I felt his breath stutter. “I want rough,” I said. “I want the version of you that slapped your daughter and threw your ex out with nothing but a look. I want the version that grabbed her throat and made my pussy gush without even touching me.” I pressed closer. Not all the way. Not enough to touch. Just close enough that he could feel the heat of me through the air between us. “Because I’m still wet,” I whispered. “Still dripping. thighs glued together, breathless, wrecked—and you’re doing nothing about it. And that’s cruel.” His nostrils flared. Good. I licked my lips, dragged my hand back down his chest, slower this time. Teasing every button. Every line of heat I could feel under the fabric. My voice dropped again. “You know what I need, don’t you?” He d