Breed Me. Daddy Alpha
He held me there, chest heaving, lips brushing my ear as he whispered hoarse, sinful words.
“My wife. My Luna. My filthy little kitten. You’ll never get enough of me.”
“Well folks,” I muttered to the ceiling like it was some invisible audience watching my trainwreck of a life, “I got the man, I got the dick. Hehehe. I got the babies.”
I laughed, breathless, delirious, my body still shaking from everything. “It was never a summer I imagined, but here we are.”
Damon groaned, scooping me up off the bed like I weighed nothing, tattoos flexing under his skin as he stalked toward the nursery with me still clinging to him. “Kitten,” he warned in that husky growl, “Who the hell are you talking to”
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