All Chapters of Breed Me. Daddy Alpha: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Oh, he was asking for it. Without breaking eye contact, I rose onto my knees, grabbed his shoulder with both hands, leaned in, and sank my teeth into the thick muscle between his neck and collarbone with all the force my bratty little jaw could muster. “Ouch,” Damon growled, flinching slightly as I bit down hard enough to leave a very real imprint. His body tensed, but he didn’t push me away. If anything, his grip on my waist tightened like he liked it. I didn’t stop immediately. I held my bite like it was a personal statement. Like I was stamping my Omega rage onto his perfect Alpha flesh. I only released him when I was satisfied, licking the red mark with smug pride before leaning back and crossing my arms. “That’s what you get,” I said, lifting my chin. “That’s for ruining my senior year, for saying I’m too swollen to go to school, and for making me cry like five times this morning. Oh, and for not letting me make my own decisions” He stared at me, dead silent, like he co

I didn’t say it as a joke. I didn’t say it to make her blush. I said it because I fucking meant it. I wanted to feel her teeth. I wanted her on her knees, lips stretched around the cock that had claimed every inch of her. I wanted her bratty little mouth open wide while her eyes stared up at me, daring me to break her again. I gripped her ass, pulled her tighter onto my lap, and felt the heat of her cunt. She was already fucking ruined just from the way I was talking to her. I hadn’t even touched her the way I wanted yet, and she was already falling apart. “You’ve got a mouth on you, kitten,” I whispered, dragging my fingers up her spine, letting them rest at the nape of her neck like a leash. “You scream. You pout. You throw tantrums like a baby who forgot she was bred last night until her brain stopped working. And now you want to punish me? You want to bite me again? Then do it right. Bite Daddy’s cock.” She didn’t move, but her breathing changed. Her eyes locked onto

I froze for a second, lips just barely brushing the tip, and blinked up at him like maybe he would grab it. Maybe he would take one second to handle whatever was obviously important enough to interrupt the most dramatic blowjob of my entire hormonal life. But he didn’t move. The phone kept ringing. And I tried. I really fucking tried to ignore it. I closed my eyes. I licked the side of his cock. I wrapped both hands around it and opened my mouth wider, desperate to shut it out, desperate to lose myself in the weight of him, the taste of him, the way his breathing changed when I flicked my tongue just right. But it wouldn’t stop. And I couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday. Because yesterday he got a call. A call he ignored. And it’s been sitting in my chest ever since, gnawing at the back of my brain like something I’m not supposed to ask about. Something that felt wrong. So I pulled back slowly, lips shiny, fingers still wrapped around his cock, and looked up at

~Lyra~ I held him while he whispered the names of people he wasn’t sure were still alive. I held him while he said things I knew he would never say again. Words like, “I should’ve known.” Words like, “They depended on me.” Words like, “I let them die.” I held him while his tears slid down his cheeks and into my hair, while his hands fisted in the back of my dress like he needed something to grip or he’d slip into nothingness. “I don’t know how to fix this,” he said, voice low and hoarse. “I’ve fought wars. I’ve ended bloodlines. I’ve outlived betrayals. But this? This is the kind of loss that guts a man. “I wasn’t ready. I didn’t see it coming. And the worst part is, I do not know who did it. They waited until I was distracted. And I was distracted, Lyra. I was so fucking distracted by you.” I wanted to shake my head. I wanted to tell him it wasn’t true. That he wasn’t distracted. That he was just human. That everyone needs rest. That love isn’t weakness. But the word

~Lyra~ “Tasha, tell me what happened,” I said, and my voice was already shaking even though I was trying so hard to sound steady. I could feel my own pulse in my throat, loud and choking, because she just stood there, swaying slightly, like she wasn’t sure if her legs were going to keep holding her up. Her eyes kept darting past me, like maybe she thought someone had followed her here, like maybe whoever hurt her was about to come up the stairs any second. Her lips parted, but no words came out, and I could see her chest rising and falling so fast that I honestly thought she might pass out right there on the doorstep. “Tasha, please,” I said again, louder this time, because my brain was starting to race in a hundred directions at once. Was she hurt worse than I could see? Was she bleeding somewhere else? Was someone chasing her? Was this about the fire? Was she even supposed to be here? “I’m begging you, just tell me what happened so I can understand, so we can help