Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 217

Chapter 217: Chapter 217

Lyra

He just leaned in even closer, letting his lips graze my neck, his breath hot against my skin, and he said, "You don’t think I would?"

His hand moved up my thigh, slow but firm, fingers dragging against my skin like he owned it.

He was so close now, his voice sinking lower, darker, like he was warning

and seducing

at the sa ti.

My thighs instinctively parted. My chest rose too fast. My entire body reacted before my brain could catch up.

"No," I said again, but it ca out wrong. Soft. Shaky. Desperate. I sounded like a liar and we both knew it. "You’re the Alpha now. You’re responsible. You care about

and the baby. You wouldn’t.."

"Ten seconds, kitten," he cut in, his voice rough and deep and deadly calm. "Ten seconds to shut that smart little mouth before I fuck the teacher fantasy out of your brain and make the pack doctor walk in on her Luna drooling all over Daddy’s cock."

My entire soul left my body.

I felt it. I felt it float right out of my spine, up to the ceiling, look down at us, and whisper you’re so fucked, before vanishing completely.

My pussy clenched so hard I saw stars. My nipples hardened instantly. I whimpered, actually whimpered like I’d just been hit with a spell.

"Okay," I said quickly, throwing my hands up in surrender, which was hilarious because I was already trembling and struggling to sit still. "Okay. I give up. You win. I’ll be good. I’ll behave."

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at , and his expression made my stomach flip. His eyes were wild but focused.

His lips were parted just a little, and his grip on my thigh was still strong. I felt like I was being hunted while sitting perfectly still, trying not to get eaten.

"You’ll behave now?" he asked, his tone completely unreadable.

"Yes," I replied, nodding so fast I nearly gave myself whiplash. "I promise. I’ll be quiet. No more roleplay. No more teasing. No more bad ideas. I’ll sit here like a good Oga and wait for the doctor."

He raised one brow, unconvinced.

To prove I ant it, I pressed my lips together, mid zipping them shut, and then—because I’m extra—I fake-locked the invisible zipper, took the fake key, and threw it over my shoulder with flair.

I placed my hands neatly in my lap and gave him my most innocent smile like I wasn’t two seconds away from mounting him right there on the bed.

He stared at

for a few seconds that felt like an hour.

Then he leaned in and brushed the softest kiss against the corner of my mouth. His voice, when it ca next, was low and full of sothing that lted

into a puddle on the spot.

"Good girl."

I actually whimpered again. Full-body shiver. My thighs were already slick. My breath was already shallow. I was one more word away from combusting.

And then it happened.

Two sharp knocks at the door.

We both froze.

Neither of us spoke.

Another knock followed, calm and professional, followed by a woman’s voice.

"Alpha Thornvale," she called softly from the other side. "I’m here for Luna Lyra’s checkup."

And that’s when it hit

like a truck.

I was flushed. My legs were spread. My panties were soaked. I had just spent the last ten minutes trying to convince my Alpha to play detention fantasy roleplay while a literal dical professional stood outside waiting to examine my uterus.

I was one button away from full nudity. One breath away from begging him to shove his cock in my mouth and make

sob into his lap like an honor student.

And now the doctor was outside.

Ready to see if I was pregnant.

God help .

"Damon, do not open that..."

But he already did.

The door creaked open, and the doctor stepped in.

And she paused.

Oh my God. She paused.

She looked from Damon to , and then her gaze dropped slightly—to my flushed cheeks, my ssy hair, my half-unbuttoned shirt that was very much not hiding my peaked nipples—and then back to Damon.

I smiled. I panicked. I folded my hands in my lap like I was a nun and not two seconds away from saying yes Daddy, I’ll behave into a pillow.

"Hi," I squeaked.

The doctor gave a very professional nod, but I could see it. The knowing. That quiet, patient, I’ve-seen-it-all-and-you’re-not-subtle look. She didn’t comnt.

She didn’t smirk. She just walked in with her bag like she hadn’t just walked into the aftermath of a cri scene made of lust.

"I’ll just need a mont to set up," she said calmly.

I turned slowly to glare at Damon as he shut the door behind her. He walked back to my side, still composed like he hadn’t just promised to bend

over and grade my mouth.

"You’re a nace," I whispered through my teeth.

He leaned down, brushed a kiss over the shell of my ear, and whispered, "Be good for the doctor, kitten.