Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 173

Chapter 173: Chapter 173

Lyra

Okay so listen, I know this is going to sound crazy—and I swear I’m not even exaggerating—but the mont that last elder walked out and the door slamd shut? I felt it.

Like not in a subtle, oh-what-a-tense-mont kind of way. No. I an I felt it in my chest. In my throat. In my freaking pussy.

I knew what was about to happen and my legs were already trembling because Damon was standing behind , breathing like he had murder in his lungs and sex in his veins, and I just knew.

I fucking knew he was about to lose it.

He didn’t even speak at first. He didn’t say a single word. He just stood there with his big Alpha body radiating heat like a goddamn volcano while I sat there—still in that stupid bloody chair, still pulsing between my legs, still trying to pretend I wasn’t so horny I could cry.

And then?

Oh my God.

He slamd his hand down on the table. Not gently. Not like a little warning tap. I an he slamd it like the table owed him money and the sound cracked through the room so hard it echoed off the walls.

I swear I jumped, and I’m not even the jumpy type, but that man has the kind of rage you can feel. Like thunder. Like punishnt.

And I don’t know what’s wrong with , honestly. I should’ve been scared, right? I should’ve been thinking about the body still bleeding on the floor or the fact that I just basically humiliated twelve ancient Alphas in front of their own dicks.

And then it happened. Just like I knew it would. He moved. Fast. Like Alpha fast. Like one second I was sitting there all smug and satisfied and the next second I was on the table, under him, breathless.

"Don’t speak," he growled, and I swear to the Moon, my knees almost gave out. "Don’t open that filthy little mouth unless you want

to fuck you in front of every wolf in this goddamn house."

But I couldn’t help it. I moaned. Loud. Desperate. A whole whimper right against his chest.

And it just spilled out of , like every thought I’d been holding in for the past hour decided to co out all at once. I looked up at him—his jaw clenched, his eyes black, his cock already hard and pressing against my thigh—and I said it.

"I wanted you to do this the whole ti," I whispered, and yeah, I know how that sounds, but it was the truth.

"When I was sitting in that chair, Damon, I wanted you to fuck

right there while they watched. I wanted to lean forward and spread my legs and make you proud of how wet I was just from speaking."

He groaned.

And not just any groan. No, this one was like a full-body groan, like it started in his spine and ended in his cock, and then he grabbed my waist and yanked

closer like he was about to devour .

"You like talking shit, huh?" he muttered, breath hot against my throat. "You like playing with fire, kitten? You like making your Alpha hard while you sit there dripping wet in front of a fucking council?"

And I was just nodding like an idiot. Like, yes, Daddy, I do. I love it. I love the power. I love the danger. I love that I made you this hard just by using my voice.

And then I opened my mouth again because clearly I have no self-control and I said, "You don’t understand how wet I am right now. I’m soaked. Like ruined-the-chair kind of soaked. I could’ve slid down that seat if I wasn’t gripping the sides so tight trying not to moan in front of those dusty old Alphas."

That was it.

That was the fucking mont he snapped.

He didn’t just touch . He grabbed . One hand under my thigh, the other pushing my skirt up so rough I swear it ripped.

And I didn’t care. Not even a little. I wanted it ripped. I wanted everything off. I wanted to be bare and ruined and fucked on that table until I forgot how to speak.

But nope.

I didn’t shut up.

Because the mont he pulled my panties aside and ran two fingers up my slit, I moaned—loud, filthy, desperate—and then I said, "You feel that? That’s for you, Damon. All of it. Every drop. Every fucking tremble. I’ve been dripping for you since the second I slled your anger. I’ve been waiting for you to bend

over and teach those old bastards what happens when a Luna uses her voice."

He groaned again, but this ti it sounded like he was about to break sothing.

"Say it," he whispered, voice shaking like he was holding back the whole goddamn apocalypse. "Say who you belong to."

And I said it.

Loud.

Clear.

With my whole goddamn chest.

"I belong to you. To the Alpha. To the only man who’s ever made

feel like my words were worth more than my body. I’m yours, Damon. Your Oga. Your slut. Your fucking Luna."

He didn’t wait.

He didn’t ask.

He just slamd into .

And when I tell you I scread? Babe. I scread like the world was ending and I wanted it to. I scread like his cock had just knocked the breath out of my soul. I scread so loud I’m pretty sure the walls blushed.