All Chapters of Breed Me. Daddy Alpha: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

I collapsed against him, shaking, sobbing so hard I could barely breathe. My chest hitched, my throat burned, my whole body felt like it was being eaten alive from the inside. Damon’s tears fell into my hair, his arms crushing me against him like he was the only thing keeping me alive. And I just kept whispering, broken, messy, desperate: “I want to see him,” I screamed, my voice breaking so hard it felt like glass tearing through my throat. “Give him to me! Do you hear me? Give me my baby!” I was shaking all over, weak and broken, my body a wreck, but I didn’t care. “Bring him here! Bring my dead baby here! I don’t care if he’s not breathing, I don’t care if you think he’s gone, I want him in my arms! He’s mine, Damon, mine! You don’t keep him from me, you don’t hide him from me!” “Bring my baby here right now, Damon, or I’ll crawl off this bed and bleed across the floor to get him myself!” My head dropped against Damon’s chest again, sobbing so hard my body convulsed, and

“Yes, I like them! Yes, they make you hotter! Yes, I hate you for it! You’ve already ruined me, Damon! You ruined my body, my sanity, my sleep, my freedom, my everything, and now you’re standing there looking like..like temptation carved out of ink and scars, and I can’t even breathe when I look at you!” My head was spinning. My heart was pounding. My brain was shrieking at me shut up, Lyra, shut up before he eats you alive, but of course I couldn’t. “Do you even know what you’ve done to me? I can’t walk through the house without thinking about you. I can’t lie down without smelling you. I can’t even close my eyes without seeing your stupid smug face! And now you’ve added tattoos into the mix, Damon! Tattoos! Who does that?! You were already dangerous, already obsessed, already making me insane, and now I just want to bite every line of ink on your body like some deranged lunatic!” His smirk widened, slow and cruel and knowing. He pressed his hand against the headboard, cagin

The thick head of him pushed in and I lost my breath, my whole body arching, my mouth spilling curses I didn’t even know I knew. “Fuck! Oh Goddess, Damon, I can’t..” “You can,” he snarled, pulling me harder, sinking me down inch by inch. “Take all of me. Every. Single. Inch.” My nails dug into his shoulders, my cries echoing off the walls. My thighs shook, my core stretched, burned, split open, and oh Goddess, I felt so full I thought I might break in half. “Damon,” I gasped, my voice high, messy, desperate. “You’re too much! You’re too big! I can’t breathe, I can’t think, I can’t—” “You don’t need to think.” His hand slammed into my lower back, forcing me down until I was seated fully, completely, choking on the fullness of him. His voice dropped to a growl that rumbled straight into my bones. “You just need to moan for me.” And oh Goddess, I did. I moaned so loud my throat hurt, my body trembling, my hips grinding down because once he was inside me there was no going back.

Her eyes widened like I had just offered her the moon. “A date?” I scowled because the disbelief offended me. “Do not make it sound like I am asking you to fight a war. It is dinner, kitten. Put on a dress.” Her lips curved slowly, dangerously, into the kind of smirk that makes me suspicious every single time. She dragged her eyes over me, deliberately slow, and then tilted her head. “Hmm, daddy,” she purred, her voice teasing, sweet enough to be a trap. “And what exactly do you have in mind for this date?” I froze. My brain short-circuited because I know this tone. I know this woman. When Lyra calls me daddy with that look in her eyes, it is never safe. Never. “Dinner,” I said flatly, trying to sound like an Alpha with control of the situation. “We are going to dinner like normal people. In public. With other human beings around us. You will sit across from me and eat food that is not reheated five times in the microwave. That is what I have in mind.” She leaned closer, bru

“Fuck, kitten,” I growled, my hand tangling in her hair. “You know exactly what you’re doing. Look at you, kneeling there, making me lose my mind. You want to play? Then do it right. Worship me. Don’t stop until I tell you.” “Fuck,” I snarled, my voice already shaking with how fucking hard I was. My hand shot into her hair, tugging her head back just to see that wicked smirk on her lips. “Open your fucking mouth.” She obeyed, lips parting like she’d been waiting for this command all night. When her tongue dragged from the base of my cock to the swollen head, I nearly doubled over. “FUCKING HELL! FUCK!.” The head of my cock slipped past her lips. “Goddamn it, kitten,” I panted, voice breaking as her lips smeared with spit and pre-cum. “You’re mine. My filthy little whore on her knees.” “Faster,” I barked, my voice breaking into a growl. “Fuck..faster!” I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head like she was nothing but my toy, guiding that sweet mouth up and down my