Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 208

Chapter 208: Chapter 208

Damon

I honestly thought she was in real danger when she called.

Her voice had cracked over the line. She sounded like she couldn’t breathe, like sothing had gone terribly wrong, like soone had touched her, or worse.

My entire body had tensed before she even said my na. I was ready to kill. Ready to rip a throat out bare-handed. I thought she’d been hurt. I thought soone had laid a hand on what belonged to .

But she ca here.

Trembling.

Tear-stained.

Still dressed in her little school uniform and breathing like her lungs didn’t work right.

And she said she might be pregnant.

Oh, my sweet little kitten.

I won’t bla her.

Still young. Still figuring out what it ans to be an Oga, still new to the fire inside her. Her mind doesn’t understand what her body already knows.

Of course she’s scared. Of course she’s confused. She’s still learning what it ans to carry power between her legs.

But now?

She’s mine.

And she’s about to be the mother of my pup.

She tried to resist

when I touched her.

Tried to pout and punish

for making her laugh when she wanted to cry.

She told

I couldn’t suck her tits.

But her body told

sothing different.

The second I whispered in her ear—Are you sure?—her thighs clenched. Her breathing broke. And when I pressed my hand against the soft curve of her breast, her nipple pushed back against my palm like it was begging

to keep going.

She gave in faster than I thought she would.

She looked

in the eye and whispered it—Take off my clothes, Damon.

Her voice cracked.

Her chest heaved.

Her mouth parted like she needed my tongue more than she needed air.

Please, Daddy. Suck them. Make it stop hurting.

I swear to the Moon I was about to drop to my fucking knees.

I was going to peel that dress down and pull her tits into my mouth and suck until she whimpered, until her back arched, until she clawed at my hair and begged

to keep going.

I was going to leave her tits red and wet and sore and mine. I was going to bite them. Kiss them. Worship them like the perfect Oga offerings they were.

She needed it.

She wanted to be licked like cream.

She wanted to be eaten until she cried.

And I was going to do it right fucking there.

Against the wall.

With her dress pulled down, her tits bouncing in my mouth, her knees weak and her voice hoarse from moaning my na.

I didn’t care where we were.

I didn’t care who was still in the pack house.

She ca to .

She ran to .

She begged .

That sweet, breathy little voice of hers cracked open my fucking chest when she said take off my clothes, Damon. And when she followed it with suck them, Daddy, make it stop hurting, I nearly blacked out. My cock was already hard. Painfully hard. So hard it was pressing against the inside of my slacks like it wanted to tear through and bury itself in the soaked heat between her thighs.

I was going to bend her backward right into the wall and drag her dress down to her waist so I could see everything.

I was going to spread her legs with my thigh and pin her there, sucking one tit while squeezing the other, switching back and forth until her body went limp in my hands.

I was going to make her cry. Not from fear. Not from sadness. From relief. From pleasure. From being worshiped so deeply she forgot her own na.

I was going to growl against her chest while I marked her with my tongue.

I was going to lap over her nipple until it was raw and red and slippery, then suck it hard while she begged for my cock like the needy little Oga she was born to be.

I was going to whisper how good she tasted. How full her tits felt. How she’d better start getting used to it, because when that test ca back positive, I wasn’t letting her wear a single bra until the pup was born.

I was going to suck until I tasted milk.

And then?

I was going to flip her over, right there in the middle of the damn room, bend her over the arm of the couch, and rip her panties straight off her thighs with my teeth.

I was going to sink my fingers into her wet, pulsing cunt while my mouth stayed latched to her chest and growl mine between every suck, every bite, every filthy, sacred, primal kiss against the body she gave to .

Because she is mine.

And I don’t care that she’s eighteen.

I don’t care that she ca in crying.

I don’t care that she’s terrified.

Because I saw it the second she looked up at

with tears on her lashes and arousal on her breath.

She didn’t co here to be saved.

She ca here to be claid.

And I was going to do it.

Right fucking there.

Until the whole house heard her cry out Daddy while my knot split her open and my cum filled her womb again.

But then that door opened.

And that fucking voice cut through everything.

"Damon!

That voice stole the sound of Lyra’s next moan from my mouth.

It stole the taste of her tit from my tongue.

It stole the sacred mont when I was about to ruin her completely and make her forget why she was ever afraid.

I didn’t even look at her at first.

My hands were still on Lyra.