Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 143

Chapter 143: Chapter 143

Lyra

"I want your tongue to forget what air tastes like because it only rembers . My skin. My pussy. My fucking sweat on your tongue. I want you to wake up starving for it. Thirsty for it. I want you to crawl across the bed just to bury your face in

like you can’t breathe without it."

He growled again.

I felt the sound before I heard it. It rumbled from his chest and poured through

like thunder.

And then—his voice.

Low. Ruined. Husky enough to make

clench before he even finished speaking.

"Say it again," he rasped, his mouth pressed hot against my ear. "Say you want to be the only thing I taste, kitten."

"I want to be the only one," I cried, "the only fucking one. I want your mouth soaked in

until nothing else exists. I want you to get on your knees and open your mouth just to prove it. I want you to choke on how much you need . I want you ruined."

"Fuck," he growled, and his voice dropped even lower, his hand sliding down between my legs, cupping the heat between my thighs like he knew it was already ssy for him. "You’re soaked for , kitten. You’re dripping. I can sll it. I can feel it through your thighs. You want

to fucking die between your legs, don’t you?"

"Yes," I gasped, throwing my head back as he pressed two fingers against my entrance, teasing, slipping just barely inside, making

tremble against the wall like I was coming apart molecule by molecule.

"I want you to die in it. I want you to drown. I want you to forget your own na and only rember mine."

His tongue dragged up the side of my neck like it belonged there, like I was sothing he could drink, sothing he could claim, and God—I think I wanted him to. I think I needed him to.

Because my whole body was already arching into him, begging without sha, my back against the wall, my nipples pressed into his chest, my legs wrapped tight around his waist like I was terrified he’d let go and I’d fucking fall.

But then—he spoke.

And I swear, every cell in my body stopped moving.

"You wanna know why I lied?" he whispered, and I didn’t answer. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t blink. Because his voice was low and hoarse and guilty and full of sothing I wasn’t ready for, sothing that sounded too close to love and too close to mine.

He didn’t wait.

He didn’t give

a warning.

He just said it.

"I said she was dead," he murmured, mouth still hot on my skin, his fingers still pulsing against my slick folds like he couldn’t stop touching

even while his whole soul unraveled. "Because I thought you’d end it. I thought the second you found out she was alive, you’d look at

like I belonged to her. Like I was still hers. Like I wasn’t allowed to want you."

My breath caught in my throat.

Not because I didn’t expect it. But because I did.

Because so part of —so stupid, cracked-open, bleeding part of —had hoped he would say that. Hoped it wasn’t just about sex. Hoped he didn’t lie because he was cruel, but because he was scared. Because he needed

like I needed him and he just didn’t know how to say it.

"I couldn’t take it," he whispered, and his voice broke..actually broke..like his lungs couldn’t hold it anymore. "I couldn’t fucking picture it. You walking away. You looking at

with those eyes and deciding I wasn’t worth it. That I wasn’t allowed to touch you. That I’d lost you before I even really had you. I just..I had to lie. I had to."

And fuck.

Sothing in my chest cracked so hard I swear I felt it. Physically. Like a bone splitting.

I stared at him. At the man who made

scream. At the man who made

feel. And for a second, I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything but feel the words crawling through my skin and sinking into the place where all the pain had been living for the past hour.

Because that was it.

That was the truth.

He didn’t lie because he didn’t care.

He lied because he did.

Because he was fucking terrified.

And that made

crazy.

That made

feral.

Because I knew what that felt like.

I knew what it felt like to be so scared of losing soone that you’d say anything to keep them close. I knew what it ant to need soone so bad it made you stupid, made you reckless, made you lie through your teeth just to keep the thing you couldn’t stand to lose.

I knew. Because I felt the sa way.

My hands grabbed his face before I could stop myself. My nails dug into his jaw, and I kissed him—hard. Like I was punishing him. Like I was forgiving him. Like I was choosing him again even after everything. Because I was.

And the second our mouths crashed, I felt the heat shoot straight between my legs. I felt his cock twitch against my inner thigh and my whole body clenched like I’d been starving for him, and maybe I had. Maybe I’d never not been starving for him.

I kissed him until I couldn’t breathe. Until I was panting into his mouth and moaning through my tears and grinding my soaked pussy against the front of his sweatpants like I was possessed.

I pulled away just enough to speak, and my voice was shaking but full of fucking fire.