Semua Bab Breed Me. Daddy Alpha: Bab 281 - Bab 290

Her eyes lifted to mine, wide and wet, and the mistrust cut me open in ways no blade ever could. She still doubted me. She still trembled like a girl caught between love and fear. My wolf growled softer now, pushing, urging, demanding. She does not need only words. She needs truth carved into her body. She needs to feel us inside her until the fear drowns. She needs to be marked, bred, owned, and soothed all at once. Show her who she belongs to. Show her she is ours forever. I reached for her, I brushed my thumb across her jaw, pressing against her pulse, feeling the beat of her heart against my skin. My cock throbbed, heavy and unyielding, but I held myself back for one breath longer, because she needed to hear it again. “Come to me, kitten. Let me hold you. Let me put my mouth on you until you forget your tears. Let me fuck you until you scream my name so loud the Goddess herself hears it. Let me remind you that you belong to me, not in fear, not in doubt, but in truth. On

“Oh my God,” I cried, clutching at his hair with both hands, pulling him closer, grinding my pussy against his mouth because I could not stop myself. “Damon, yes, yes, yes, do not stop, oh fuck, that feels so good. Your tongue is killing me. You are sucking me so hard. I am going to lose it.” He flattened his tongue against me and licked from the bottom of my slit to the top again, slow and deliberate, groaning as if the taste of me was the only thing he had ever needed. Then he closed his lips around my clitoris and sucked, deep and hungry, and the sound of it was so obscene I cried out louder, my back arching off the bed, my pussy flooding against his mouth. “You are dripping all over my tongue,” he growled, his voice vibrating against my clit until I nearly exploded. “Your pussy is begging for me, kitten. You are soaking me like you were made for my mouth. I am going to eat you until you scream my name so loud the whole house hears it.” His tongue circled my clitor

I almost choked to death right there. I slapped both hands over my face because my brain couldn’t handle it. I was eighteen. I was literally just eighteen. I wasn’t built for this level of public humiliation before my second cup of coffee. “Oh my God,” I mumbled into my palms, rocking slightly like I was comforting my own soul. “Oh my actual God, I’m going to die. I’m not even going to make it to lunch. I will spontaneously combust right here at this table.” And that devil in human form wasn’t done. “You were loud, sweetheart,” he added, voice low and teasing like he wanted to make sure the entire house burned down with me. “Could hear you all the way across the hall. Begging him to suck your little…” “Shut the fuck up Daren!” Oh boy. The way he said it. The way his jaw tightened and his eyes darkened like he was two seconds from flipping the whole table over and strangling his own twin with the tablecloth and for some reason Daren just leaned back in his chair, smirk

But then my wolf spoke, and it was like everything inside me flipped upside down in an instant. Tell him not to go. The voice slammed into me so fast and so sharply that I actually froze. What? I asked her silently, my grip tightening on Damon’s jacket like I could physically anchor him here if I just held on hard enough. Do not let him leave, my wolf growled, her voice filled with a strange kind of tension I had never felt from her before. Something is wrong. Something bad is coming. Do not let him walk out that door. My entire body went cold because my wolf never sounded like this. Not once. She was reckless and wild and usually laughed in the face of danger like she had a death wish, so for her to suddenly sound sharp and restless made my heart start pounding so hard I felt it in my throat. “Damon,” I said quickly, my voice too high and too fast, all of it spilling out before I could stop myself. “Please don’t go.” He paused immediately, his dark eyes dropping down

Standing there like nothing was wrong, like he hadn’t just shaved ten years off my life, casually holding a gun in one hand like we were all in some kind of action movie and he was auditioning for the lead role. “Daren!” I screamed so loudly my voice cracked right down the middle, and every single man standing outside turned to look at me like I had just dropped from the sky. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” I was stomping across the yard now, barefoot, hair flying everywhere, tears still drying on my face, but I didn’t even care. “What the actual fuck is your problem?!” I yelled, hands flailing because I had too many feelings to keep inside one body. “Ever since I stepped foot in this house you’ve been pissing me off! Pissing me off, Daren! First you open your mouth at breakfast like you’re trying to start World War Three, then you walk around with this smug look on your face like you own the entire planet, and now—now—you decide to play with guns while my heart explodes