Semua Bab Breed Me. Daddy Alpha: Bab 291 - Bab 300

Because Daren leaned in slightly, close enough that I could feel the heat of him through the space between us, and then he said, in that exact same voice Damon used when he had me pressed into the mattress last night, “Kitten, you remember the way you moaned for him, don’t you? The way you couldn’t stop shaking under his hands?” I gasped so loud it almost hurt my own ears. Well to be honest I actually moaned. He smirked even wider, like my entire meltdown was entertainment, like me standing here flailing and shrieking and turning red was the best show he had seen all week. And then, because apparently my nerves hadn’t suffered enough, Daren leaned in closer still, his voice dropping so low it practically slid along my skin when he said, “Kitten, I bet you were so loud for him last night the whole house could hear, weren’t you? Bet you dug your nails in and begged him not to stop. Did you beg, kitten?” “Fuck you!” I screeched. “Do you have no boundaries? Do you have no sense o

I grabbed his wrist because I was done with waiting, done with pretending I had any self-control left when my whole body was on fire. “Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing,” I threw back at him, heat shooting up my neck because he was so close I could feel every breath he took. “And you’re gonna stop talking like you’re innocent when you’re standing there with your dick so hard I can see it through your pants. Look at you, Darren. Look how fucking hard you are for me.” His jaw clenched so hard it looked painful. “Don’t say shit like that,” he warned, his voice like a growl, but his hand moved lower anyway, slow, like he was dragging out the moment just to kill me. “Why not?” I whispered, stepping into him because I had lost my mind completely. “You want it, don’t you? You want to feel how wet I am while Damon’s not here to stop you. Say it. Say you want it.” His breath came out so sharp it was almost a hiss. “You’re gonna get me killed,” he said. “Then die for it,” I thr

I thought of their tiny little heartbeats and the thought hit me so hard it knocked the air right out of my lungs because what if I fell, what if I landed wrong, what if something happened to them before they even had a chance to breathe? I panicked and it made me stumble, just one wrong step because I wasn’t looking, because the ground was uneven, because the universe apparently hated me tonight. My foot caught on a root buried under the dirt and my body pitched forward before I could even grab anything, before I could scream loud enough for Damon to hear me across the bond, before I could do anything but throw my hands out too late as my stomach slammed into the ground. “Arghhhhh!” My arms buckle when I tried to push myself up. My face was in the dirt, my hair sticking to my cheeks, my chest heaving like my lungs were trying to claw their way out. “My belly!” I screamed it so loud it cracked in the middle because panic was eating me alive now. “Fuck! My belly! My babies

“Then let him try,” Darren said, and this time it was not a snarl but a vow, sharp and steady like steel drawn in the dark. He leaned down until his breath dragged fire along the side of my neck. “Because right now you want to pretend you hate me. You want to claw at me. You want to run that mouth. But I can smell it all over you, kitten. You do not want me to stop.” “Open it now, Lyra,” Darren roared. “Do it before I lose every bit of control I’ve got left.” “No!” I screamed so loud my throat burned like I’d swallowed fire. “Never!, Darren, I won’t let you rape me not without a fight! He slammed his fist into the ground so hard the dirt cracked under his knuckles. I jumped enough, my spine nearly left my body, because for one split second I thought he was going to hit me. But no. He hit the ground again, harder this time, like he was trying to split the earth in two. “Do you think I want to hurt you?” he roared, his voice raw and ripping through the air like claws.

He blew a whistle so loud my hands slapped over my ears because it felt like it pierced straight through my skull, and my stomach just dropped right down into my knees because I didn’t even want to know what that was calling. Then the shadows moved. I saw them, I swear I saw them first..shapes slipping out from between the trees where the moonlight didn’t reach, stepping forward slow at first and then faster, shoulders broad, weapons in their hands, faces I didn’t recognize at all, and my entire body locked up because oh my God, who were these people, where had they come from, how long had they been waiting out there in the woods like ghosts just watching us this whole time? The one in front was tall, terrifying, with a scar down his cheek Darren called him Ken like they were old friends meeting for drinks instead of about to kill everyone in sight. And I was just standing there clutching my torn clothes. Damon was still holding Darren against that tree like he wanted to break