Semua Bab Breed Me. Daddy Alpha: Bab 61 - Bab 70

~Damon~ “I said get on your fucking knees.” She gasped. Froze like her whole nervous system had short-circuited from just hearing my voice drop an octave. Then her knees gave out like gravity had been waiting for me to speak. Like her body had been aching for the order. She dropped. Hard. Hit the floor like a slut who knew where she belonged. Right at my feet. On her knees. The same floor still sticky from the last time I bent her over and pumped my cum so deep into her she couldn’t walk straight for an hour. She didn’t even look up yet. She just knelt there. Trembling. Head bowed. Hands limp beside her soaked thighs. Her chest heaved like she’d run a fucking marathon. Her hair was a wild, sweaty mess..knotted with dried spit and my cum. Her lips were parted like she could still taste herself from when I made her ride my cock until she broke in my lap. And fuck..she was twitching already. Her thighs clenched. Her toes curled. Her nipples were hard as bull

~Damon~Her pussy glistened between her legs as she crawled, leaving a trail of slick across the fucking floor like her body wanted to be traced. I watched. Stroking my cock. Groaning. “I really want to fuck you in my wolf form.” The words ripped from my throat, rough and low, barely human anymore. “Oh fuck, Lyra. I want to shift. I want to fuck you like the fucking alpha I am.” She froze for a second..just one..but her breath hitched. Her cunt clenched. I saw it. The way her back arched like she wanted it. Like she imagined it. Like the thought of my beast claiming her sent a shiver straight to her womb. “Not now,” I growled, pacing behind her like the animal was already under my skin. “But I will. Soon. I fucking swear it.” My voice cracked. My eyes burned gold. “And when I do..fuck..you’ll beg me. You’ll scream for me to stop.” I knelt behind her. Ran my hand down her spine. Gripped her ass in both hands and spread her wide. “But I won’t fucking stop.” My mout

~Lyra~ Okay. Okay. Okay. Wait. WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK. I blinked. Once. Twice. My legs were sore. Like run-over-by-a-truck sore. Like holy-fucking-Alpha sore. My thighs were shaking before I even moved and there was this weird throbbing pressure between them like someone had crammed a goddamn tree branch inside me and then left it there. I wasn’t even fully awake yet. And my first thought? “I fucked my best friend’s dad” “No. Wait. That wasn’t right. I got fucked by my best friend’s dad” I gasped, hand flying to my mouth like maybe that’d shut my brain up but it didn’t. It got louder. We fucked. We did it. I finally tasted Damon fucking Thornvale’s cock. Oh my god. Oh my god. I felt it in my throat again. Like my mouth remembered. My tongue twitched like it could still taste him. Salty. Bitter. So fucking huge I gagged like a virgin whore and he’d loved it. “Fuck,” I whispered, eyes darting around. Where the hell even was I? There was blood on

My eyes rolled back so hard I saw nothing but stars and white. The slap of his hips against my ass echoed through the room like thunder. His hand was tight in my hair, yanking my head back, my neck arched, drool already leaking from the corner of my mouth as he used my body like it was his fucking toy. “You like waking me up like that?” he hissed, slamming in again, deeper this time, like he was trying to split me in half. “With your filthy little mouth wrapped around my cock?” “Y-yes,” I sobbed, back arching, hands clawing at the sheets that were already soaked in blood and cum and whatever shame I used to have. “I just—I needed it—I needed you again, Daddy—” My voice cracked because his cock hit that spot. That spot. That stupid little bundle of nerves deep inside me that turned my brain to mush and made my thighs shake uncontrollably. “Fucking hell,” he growled, his grip on my hip bruising, his thrusts so rough I was sliding up the bed with every one. “Y

~Damon~ “I should’ve bent you over the table that first night,” I snarled against her ear, hips slamming into her from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other bruising her hip. “Should’ve stuffed this tight little cunt full of Daddy’s cock while Tasha was upstairs painting her fucking nails.” Lyra sobbed into the pillow. Not from pain. From the way her body was losing control again, the way she was shaking like a livewire, her pussy practically sucking me in deeper like it was starved. Like this wasn’t the first time I fucked her like a monster. Like it wouldn’t be the last. “Why aren’t you stopping, Damon?” she whimpered, fingers clawing at the bedsheets like they owed her something. Her back arched into me, ass bouncing with every thrust, voice cracking. “Why..oh fuck..why won’t you stop..your daughter’s outside..my best friend is outside..” I should’ve stopped when she said it. When her voice cracked beneath me, stuffed full of cock and shame, and she sobb