Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 130

Chapter 130: Chapter 130

Lyra

He growled again. This one was softer. Rougher. Deeper. Like it ca from a part of him that didn’t understand logic anymore.

"I told you to run," he said darkly, brushing his nose against mine like he was trying to inhale , "so I could hunt you."

My thighs clenched.

Instantly.

Painfully.

Because that sentence? That sentence was everything.

"And now?" I asked, voice high and shaky because I already knew the answer but I needed to hear it.

His lips brushed the shell of my ear, and I swear I felt it in my soul.

"Now I catch you, kitten," he whispered, hand sliding down the inside of my thigh, fingers curling under the edge of my shorts, "and I remind you who you belong to."

Oh my God.

My legs gave out.

My brain gave up.

And my mouth?

My mouth said the one thing it always says when I’m about to make the worst decision of my life.

"Then do it," I whispered. "Ruin ."

And the look in his eyes when I said that?

It wasn’t human.

It was Alpha.

It was mine.

And the second I said it—"Then do it. Ruin ."—sothing snapped behind his eyes.

But not in the wild, feral, tear-my-clothes-off-and-fuck--into-a-coma kind of way.

No.

Worse.

So much worse.

He smiled.

Not a nice smile. Not a sweet, relieved, oh-wow-we’re-about-to-have-a-romantic-mont smile.

It was the smile of a man who’d waited long enough. The smile of an Alpha who’d claid , chased , caught , and now had every intention of dragging it out.

"Oh, kitten," he purred, pressing his hips into mine until I could feel every thick, throbbing inch of what was waiting for

in his pants, "you say the most dangerous things."

My breath caught.

Because holy hell he was hard. And thick. And hot through his pants like his cock was already aching for a place to bury itself.

And I was right here.

Soaking.

Throbbing.

Literally panting against a tree like a sex-deprived Disney princess.

I rocked my hips into his, just barely, just enough to rub myself against the heat pressing into my stomach. I was already swollen down there. Already soaked. My panties were ruined. Everything was wet and slick and ssy and needy, and if he didn’t do sothing about it soon I was going to absolutely scream.

But of course, he didn’t move.

He didn’t give

what I wanted.

He fucking laughed.

"You think I’m gonna ruin you now?" he asked softly, dragging his fingers up my thigh, higher, higher, until he was right at the edge of where I was dripping. "After that perfect little chase? No, kitten. No. I want to enjoy this."

I whimpered.

Actually whimpered.

And not in a cute way. No, I sounded desperate. Broken. Like soone had yanked the cord out of my brain and all that was left was pure, panting, heat-drunk need.

"Damon," I whispered, trying to grind against his hand, but he pulled back just enough to make

cry out. "Please. Don’t tease . I can’t take it."

"Yes, you can," he said, leaning in and dragging his tongue up the side of my neck like he was licking the sweat off my skin. "You were made to take it."

He moved lower.

His mouth kissed along my throat. My collarbone. The spot just above my breast.

His hands? Everywhere.

One gripping my waist so hard I knew I’d bruise.

The other running down my stomach, pausing just above the waistband of my shorts.

Just pausing.

"Tell

what you want," he whispered, and his lips brushed the underside of my jaw, right where my skin was vibrating. "Use your words, kitten."

My body bucked.

My brain was falling apart. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t even breathe without tasting him. Without slling him. That Alpha scent that made my whole spine curl. The one that said you’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine over and over again until I didn’t even know what my own na was anymore.

"I want—" I gasped, grinding into him again and nearly sobbing when he pulled back once more, "fuck, Damon, I want your hands. I want your mouth. I want your cock, I want everything, I want—shit—I want to co so bad it hurts."

"Mmm," he humd, dragging his hand even lower until his fingers were resting right at the curve between my thighs, pressing down so gently it made

cry out. "So wet, kitten. You like being hunted that much?"

"Yes," I choked out. "God, yes. I’ve never been this wet in my life. I feel like I’m going to explode."

"You are," he whispered. "But not yet."

His hand slid up again.

Not down.

Up.

Away from the part of

that was literally twitching for him. Away from the slick heat pooling in my panties. He skimd his fingers over my belly, up to my ribs, and then under my shirt.

Slowly.

So fucking slowly.

"You’re an," I gasped, grabbing his arm like I could guide him back down. "You’re evil. You’re literally torturing ."

"I know," he said, and there was a soft, dangerous smile in his voice. "But you’re going to thank

for it later."

And then—then—his thumb brushed over my nipple.