All Chapters of Breed Me. Daddy Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

~Lyra~ “This dress is too short” His voice didn’t shout It didn’t need to It rolled through the room like thunder in slow motion. It was obvious he was fucking serious. My heart dropped My throat tightened Because it wasn’t just a statement Tasha laughed like a devil in glitter “No Daddy it’s not” she said with that sugary sweet bratty tone she always used when she was testing him “this is what girls our age wear now you don’t want us looking like widows do you” She twirled once like a spoiled little princess then shoved me forward like I was her personal offering “Just look at what I did to Lyra” she said proudly “look at her outfit isn’t she beautiful” I stumbled The heels wobbled beneath me but I caught myself Barely And when I looked up He was already staring Damon Shirtless now. Tattoos licking across his chest like they’d been carved by fire and possession Sweatpants slung low on his hips Whiskey in one hand Heat rolling off him in

~Lyra~“The car was boring anyway.”Tasha crossed her arms, her pout deepening into full-blown brat mode as she stared up at Damon like he was the villain of her movie. Her eyes glinted with irritation, the gloss on her lips catching the light as she tilted her head just enough to make the halo of her curls bounce. She looked like a spoiled heiress in heat..and she was.“You want me to show up to the biggest party of the summer in a Jeep, Daddy? What will people say?” She threw her hands up in dramatic exasperation. “I’ll look like the designated driver or some divorced mom trying to relive her glory days.”Damon didn’t budge.Didn’t blink.He was still standing shirtless in the middle of the living room, the soft amber of the whiskey in his hand catching the light, highlighting the sweat on his abs and the sharp lines carved into his inked chest. His cock was still half-hard, outlined thick and heavy beneath his sweatpants, a silent, pulsing threat that hadn’t gone away since the m

~Lyra~The second I stepped through the door, my lungs stopped working. Not because it was crowded. Not because the music was so loud I could feel it in my teeth. Not even because Tasha was already pulling me forward like she was leading me into a fucking rave. It was the smell. The heat. The sex in the air. That sharp, humid thickness that curled around my thighs like a whisper. My cunt clenched before I even realized what was happening. My whole body responded instinctively, like my biology just clocked where the fuck we were and was like, oh… oh fuck. Because this wasn’t just a party. This was a goddamn orgy disguised as a house party. People were making out in public like they couldn’t breathe unless their tongues were down someone’s throat. A girl in the kitchen was grinding on a guy while his hand was inside her dress. Inside. And she wasn’t even trying to hide it. Just moaning softly into his mouth as his fingers disappeared up to the knuckle. There were bodies every

~Lyra “You’re Omega” That’s what he said. Low. Slow. Like a goddamn sentence being passed. His eyes burned straight through my skin, past the fabric of my dress, through every layer of defense I didn’t have. He could see it. He could fucking smell it. And I felt like I was about to combust. I wanted to lie. I wanted to laugh and say no. I wanted to run. Except my legs were jelly. My spine was gone. My thighs were glued together like I was trying to hold back a flood and it wasn’t working. He leaned in and I swear I stopped breathing. His mouth came so close to my ear I could feel the heat of it against my skin. My knees nearly gave out when he spoke again. “I knew it the second you touched me.” “Unmarked,” he whispered, like it was the dirtiest word he’d ever said. “And soaking through that pretty little dress.” My body betrayed me. I whimpered. My fingers curled tighter around the cup in my hand until it crumpled like paper. “You’re trembling,” he said. I wasn’t just t

~Lyra~The knock came again. BANG. BANG. BANG. “Open the fucking door, bitch! We gotta pee!” Voices. Drunk. Loud. Slutty. That means they were just drink girls. I scrambled off the counter, but my legs buckled as soon as my feet hit the floor. My pussy still spasmed with the ghost of my orgasm, and my clit was so sensitive it hurt. “Shit,” I whispered under my breath, grabbing the counter for balance. I wiped myself with shaking hands, but it was useless. I was still wet. Still leaking. My inner thighs were glossy. My scent filled the room like heat. Damon. His name pulsed through my chest again. I bent quickly, grabbed the ruined panties from the floor, stared at the soaked fabric for a second, then shoved them into the trash like they were evidence. Another knock. Louder this time. “You dead in there or just drowning in your own cum?” one of the girls laughed from outside. My face burned. I ran a hand through my hair, yanked my dress down over my ass, sh