Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 194

Chapter 194: Chapter 194

Lyra

Oh, my God.

The second he said that—"Beg , kitten"—I swear I nearly ca. No, like, actually. My knees wobbled. My throat went dry. My pussy clenched around nothing so hard I whimpered out loud, and not in so fake girly way. It was raw. Desperate. Real.

Because fuck, do you know what it does to a girl when an Alpha says that with his mouth brushing your ear and his hand still wrapped tight around your throat like he’s deciding whether to kiss you or kill you?

And when that Alpha is your best friend’s father?

When his blood is still on his shirt and the echo of his slap is still in the walls?

When you’re 18, soaked, shirtless, high off heat and violence and the fact that you just stood naked in his house and told his entire fucking family to get out while your thighs were literally dripping?

Yeah. I broke.

"Ohhh fuck," I whispered, breathless, broken, brain short-circuiting from how hard he was gripping my neck and how sharp that twist on my nipple still burned. "You want

to beg? You—you fucking want

to beg?"

I laughed. I moaned. I couldn’t even tell the difference at that point.

"You really wanna hear it, Daddy?" I asked, smiling so sweet it should’ve been illegal, even while my voice trembled. "You wanna hear your naughty little Oga lose all her pride? You wanna hear

whimper and plead like I’m not the one who made your wife cry, your daughter run, and your cock fucking twitch just by existing?"

His jaw clenched. And oh my God—oh my God, the way it clenched. Like he was grinding his teeth to keep from grabbing

and throwing

down right there. I saw every twitch. Every little shift in his shoulders. Every sharp little breath through his nose like he was trying so fucking hard not to lose it.

And it made my pussy throb so hard I gasped.

I swear, I literally clenched right there, standing barefoot and bratty in the middle of his house like I didn’t just mouth off to his whole family ten minutes ago. But his jaw. That jaw. That goddamn Alpha clench with his knuckles twitching and his eyes burning and his chest rising like a storm was about to explode? Oh yeah. That was it. That was the mont I knew I had him.

So I smiled.

Because of course I did.

I smiled way too sweet for a girl with slick running down her thighs.

I reached up and tapped his chin with my index finger. Just one little tap. And then traced it down his throat, real slow, watching him swallow like the pressure was about to crack.

"You wanna fuck , don’t you?" I whispered, dragging my nails over his collarbone. "Like actually fuck . Not sweet. Not gentle. Just grab

and use

like I was made for you."

His hand twitched again.

And my entire body lit up.

"And then you said co here—just co here—like that was enough," I said, still rambling. "Like one growl and I’d drop to my knees. And honestly? It almost worked. Because your voice does things to my brain. Like it short-circuits everything logical and turns

into a slutty little puddle who thinks with her heat."

I stopped in front of him again.

Looked up at him.

Bit my lip.

Tilted my head.

"But then I rembered who the fuck I am," I whispered, soft but wicked. "And I decided... nah. Let him earn it."

I dropped.

Right to my knees.

"Oh fuck," I moaned. "Okay. Yep. This is happening. I’m officially on my knees. I’m officially your dirty little Oga, and I’m so not okay right now, because do you even know what you look like from down here?"

I reached up and dragged both my hands up his thighs. Slow. Teasing. Stroking over denim like it was skin, and I moaned again, louder this ti, because I could feel the heat of his cock through his jeans and it was too much.

"Your thighs are so hard," I said, palms flat against him. "Like I know you could crush my skull with them and I’d say thank you. And this—" I rubbed over his bulge, slow and wicked, and my eyes rolled back a little because fuck, "—this is why I’m not okay. You’re already so hard. And I haven’t even begged yet. I haven’t even started."

I pressed my cheek to his thigh and moaned like a needy little thing in heat.

Then I looked up again.

"You’re so an, Daddy," I whispered. "Just standing there. Letting

fall apart down here. My mouth’s watering, my thighs are stuck together, and you’re just watching like you’re not seconds away from wrecking ."

I slid one hand between my legs and touched myself—lightly, just enough to sar slick on my fingers—and then I held them up to him.

"Look," I said, breathless. "Look what you did."

I licked my fingers.

Moaned around them.

And smiled like the unholy little brat I was born to be.

"I’m so wet it’s embarrassing," I said. "My body’s literally leaking because I want you so bad. I can’t sleep. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I need your cock in my mouth. I need to taste it. I want to suck on it until my jaw aches and my eyes are full of tears and you’re gripping my hair saying, that’s it, kitten, take it all like the good little Oga you are."

I grabbed his belt buckle.

Still didn’t undo it.

Just held it. Just stared at it like it was sacred.