Lahat ng Kabanata ng Breed Me. Daddy Alpha: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

~Damon~ She collapsed against me the second the front door slammed. Not like she relaxed. Like she broke. Her body just… folded. She was shaking. My knot was still buried deep inside her..throbbing, swelling..locked so tight her pussy pulsed around it like it was still trying to adjust to the invasion. “Holy shit,” she whispered. Barely audible. “Holy fucking shit..Damon..I can’t..I can’t believe that just..” She lifted her head for a second. Eyes wide. Mouth trembling. Then she dropped it back to my chest with a whimper like her bones gave up on trying to hold her up. “Was she in here? Was she actually in here? Like she—she opened the door—she was so fucking close—oh my god—oh my god.. She clutched at me suddenly. Fingers digging into my chest. Nails dragging over my skin like she was trying to anchor herself to something real. “She was gonna see me—she was gonna see me like this—with your cock still—fuck—Damon I still have your knot in me—what t

~Lyra~ Okay. Okay, walk normal. Just walk fucking normal, Lyra. One foot in front of the other. That’s all it is. You’ve been doing this since, like, birth. Just… move. Don’t limp. Don’t clutch the wall like you just got wrecked in a closet by your best friend’s dad. Even though that’s exactly what the fuck just happened. Fuck. I could still feel it. His knot had finally popped free but oh my god, my pussy was still so stretched. So sore. So used. I felt ruined. Like he’d turned my cunt into a sleeve that only fit his cock now. Like I couldn’t close my legs properly. Like my body hadn’t realized the sex was over. I was leaking. Leaking. I could feel his cum sliding down the inside of my thigh with every. single. step. It was hot. Wet. Sticky. Fucking endless. Like his cock hadn’t just knotted me, but claimed my womb and decided to stay. I wasn’t wearing panties. I couldn’t. I tried to put them back on after he told me to clean up and leave fi

~Damon~ The second the door clicked behind her, I stayed seated. Still naked. Still soaked in the scent of her. Still staring at the faint trail of slick she left behind on the floor like her body was trying to mark every step, like it hadn’t figured out how to stop leaking all the filth I’d shoved into it. Fuck. I leaned back, chest heaving, the aftershock still buzzing in my veins. My cock was half-hard again, twitching against my stomach, gleaming with the same mix of her arousal and my cum that had been fucking dripping out of her for what felt like hours. My hand went to my jaw. Dragged down slowly. I was trying to breathe. Trying to calm the beast in me. But then I looked down. And saw them. Her panties. Damp as fuck. They were bunched in the corner like they didn’t know what the hell had just happened. Twisted, soft, and soaked through with everything we’d just done. And I froze. Because fuck me. She left them beh

~Lyra~ “I am never and I mean never allowing you to go to any fucking party again. You hear me?! I don’t care if it’s a birthday, a wedding, a gender reveal or Jesus Christ himself hosting it in your mother’s backyard. You’re done. You’re grounded. Go. To. Your. Room. Now.” Tasha just stood there, blinking like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her glossy lips parted slightly. “Are you serious right now?” Tasha finally said. “You can’t do this, Dad!” Tasha shouted, eyes blazing as she stormed down the hall toward him. “You can’t fucking do this! Can’t a girl live a little?! So what..I came home late! Am I hurt? No! Did I crash? No! I’m fine!” “I’m not twelve anymore,” she snapped, throwing her arms out. “You don’t have to lock me in a fucking tower every time I step outside!” Damon didn’t flinch. He just stood there, chest rising slow and hard, every line in his body tight with restraint. His jaw flexed. His eyes didn’t leave her face, even as I shifted behind him

~Lyra~ Oh my God. I said it. I fucking said it. And the second the word left my lips, I wanted to stuff it back in with both hands and maybe a sock. His face didn’t move. But everything else did. The room. The air. The hallway. Me. I felt it. That shift. “Wow,” Damon said. His voice didn’t even have teeth. It didn’t need to. Just that one word—and it gutted me. “Get out of my sight too, Lyra.” And I panicked. “No, wait..I can expla…” “I said get out.” The way he cut me off. Like I was a stain. Like I wasn’t just a mistake—I was a waste of his breath. I staggered back a step, my vision burning, my throat closing like it couldn’t bear the pressure of swallowing everything I wanted to scream. But I couldn’t leave. I didn’t move. Because suddenly he was walking toward me. Fast. His jaw was clenched. His chest rising and falling. His fists were loose at his sides like he was holding something back and about to fail miserably. And then he s