Chapter 192: Chapter 192
Lyra
"Co here, kitten."
The second those words rolled out of his mouth, slow and deep and thick with that Alpha growl he knows drives
insane, my thighs clenched so hard I swear I saw stars for a second.
My entire body responded instantly. My breath caught, my nipples tightened against his shirt, and my pussy? My pussy pulsed like it had just been called by na.
But I didn’t move.
Oh, no.
I didn’t fucking move an inch.
Instead, I stood there in the middle of the room, barefoot and flushed and soaked with the aftershock of war and lust and pride, and I stared at him with a smile on my face that was far too sweet to be innocent.
"You want
to co to you?" I asked, letting the words drag out of my mouth like honey over a blade. "Just like that? After everything I just did? After I turned your ex into a broken sobbing ss and made your daughter cry in front of you like she was six again?"
He didn’t answer. Not with words. But I saw his hand twitch. His jaw flexed. His eyes darkened like he wanted to rip the walls off this house and throw
onto whatever was left. And that only made it worse. That only made
wetter.
"God, you’re so bossy," I purred, swaying on my feet like I was about to give in—only to pull back again.
"You stand there, looking all bloodstained and dangerous with your voice deep and your hand still twitching like you’re deciding whether to grab my throat or throw
over your shoulder, and you think just saying co here is enough to make
crawl?"
I took one slow step forward, just enough for him to sll . I was dripping. I could feel it. My heat was back, flooding
like it wanted to ruin the floor under my feet.
The scent of it was thick in the room, mixing with his blood and my sweat and the fading trace of Tasha’s perfu that was slowly, finally, being erased.
"You don’t even know what it felt like watching you grab her," I whispered, my voice thick with filth. "Watching your hand wrap around her throat. Watching her eyes go wide while you told her you’d forget she was your daughter. I swear to the fucking Moon, Damon—I almost ca right there."
His fingers curled at his sides. His teeth clenched. His entire chest rose like he was holding back a snarl.
I took another step. But not close enough for him to grab . I knew the edge. I knew exactly how far I could go before he broke.
"You’re still holding back," I said, licking my bottom lip slow. "And I don’t get it. You let
fight your family, you let
scream until my voice cracked, you stood there and watched
tell them to get the fuck out of this house—and now what? You’re just going to stand there and whisper for
to co to you?"
I tilted my head. My voice dipped lower.
"Say please," I said, pouting. "Beg your naughty little Luna to crawl to you. Or better yet... co get ."
He took one step forward.
I imdiately took one step back.
"Oh, you like that, don’t you?" I said, laughing breathlessly. "You like watching
run my mouth. You like knowing I’m standing here dripping under your shirt with nothing on, mouthing off like I don’t know you’re two seconds away from snapping and fucking
through the damn floor."
My hand slid between my thighs. Just the tip of my fingers. I didn’t touch anything deep. Just enough to gather the slick and bring it back up to my lips. I licked it slowly, dramatically, and then smiled.
"I taste like your fucking Luna," I said. "Do you have any idea how badly I need you right now? Do you have any idea how wet I got the second you hit her? I was standing here soaked and proud and fucking buzzing for you while you made them leave."
He growled. Loud. Sharp. The kind that made my nipples pinch even harder and my breath catch in my throat.
Still, I didn’t stop as I pulled the shirt of my body.
"You’re still dressed," I said, pouting again. "And that’s rude, Daddy. Because I’m right here, bare, soaked for you, and you’re just... waiting. Standing there like you’re not going to grab
and make
scream your na until the whole pack hears ."
I stepped even closer this ti, close enough for his fingers to brush my waist—but I danced out of reach again with a giggle.
"You want
to co here?" I whispered. "You want
to crawl to you on my knees and beg for your knot while you growl in my ear and tell
I’m yours?"
I paused.
My voice dropped to a soft, dirty whimper.
"Then co make ."
I didn’t want soft.
I wanted that thing behind his eyes to break.
So I circled him.
Slow.
One step. Then another. Like I was stalking him. Like I was the predator in heat and he was the prey—big, dangerous, and begging to be unchained.
I let my fingers drag across his shoulders. Down his spine. Over his arm where the muscle flexed so hard I almost moaned. I leaned close enough for my breath to tickle the back of his neck.
"You’re trembling," I whispered, and my voice was dripping with it. Dirty. Breathless. Sweet like poison. "Is it that hard not to grab ? You want to be good, don’t you, Daddy? You want to show
you have control. That you’re calm. That you can handle a mouthy little Oga without snapping."
I giggled. Soft. But it cut.
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