Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 229

Chapter 229: Chapter 229

Damon

I had waited for the perfect ti for her to be ready.

Not just physically. Not just wet and whimpering and begging to be filled. I’m talking ready..body, mind, soul.

Because trust

when I say this... I am a very rough Alpha. I’m not the kind of man who makes love with candlelight and soft hands. I’m not gentle. I don’t take it slow. I destroy. I break. I breed. I dominate until she forgets her own na and screams mine like it’s the only word she’s ever known.

But because of her age.

Because she’s just eighteen.

Because she’s still learning the weight of what she is.

I have been trying. Really fucking trying.

I’ve held myself back in ways no one will ever understand. Every ti I sank into her, every ti I tied her hands, pulled her hair, fucked her until she passed out from overstimulation..that was

being gentle.

That was the ta version. I know it didn’t feel like it to her. I know she thought that was the beast. But it wasn’t.

That wasn’t even close.

I know so of you might be wondering how the hell what we’ve already done could possibly be considered gentle. All the sex we’ve had. All the ways I’ve used her. Broken her with my knot. That couldn’t have been gentle, right?

For

it was.

I have been holding back so much more than she can even imagine. I have been suppressing the real hunger. The real need. The shift that snarls under my skin every ti she cries into a pillow or begs for my cock while trembling on her knees.

Right now, in this room, in this mont..I’m trying.

I’m trying my fucking best not to let the beast out.

But it’s hard. So hard I can feel the edge of my bones humming with restraint. My claws are already pushing against the tips of my fingers.

My canines are dragging against my tongue.

My eyes keep threatening to burn gold.

My control is breaking and the only thing holding

together is her voice in my head begging .

She’s leaking from her tits. Her belly is swollen from the pups I bred into her. Her moans are muffled. Her nipples are clamped and aching. Her entire body is flushed and shaking and ready.

And still, I’m trying.

I’m inside her. Painfully holding back every instinct screaming at

to ruin her. Her pussy is so tight around my cock it’s like she’s begging

to let go. Her body clenches around

with every inch I give her, and I can feel it..her need, her surrender, her obedience.

She’s ready.

But I’m still trying to protect her.

I’m grinding into her slow, pushing my knot against her without fully forcing it in yet. I’m stroking her clit in gentle circles, dragging out the tornt. I’m whispering in her ear, not growling. I’m saying.

"Don’t cum yet, kitten. Daddy’s not done," when what I want to say is, "You’re about to et the monster I’ve caged for you."

I’m trying not to fucking shift.

Because if I do? If I give in?

Because if I do..if I give in, even for a second, even for a breath..there will be no going back. No easing into it. No gentle touches or careful words. No restraints to protect her from . No soft praise. No patient teasing.

If I give in, the cuffs will snap. I won’t undo them..I’ll break them. I’ll rip the leather from her wrists, throw the gag across the room, and replace it with my hand around her throat.

If I give in, she won’t get Daddy. She’ll get the beast.

The part of

I’ve kept locked up. The one that doesn’t ask. Doesn’t wait. Doesn’t listen. The one that takes. That fucks until she’s limp.

And the worst part?

She’ll love it.

I know she will. I know because every ti I tell her to wait, to breathe, to be patient, she cries for more. Every ti I tell her no, her cunt clenches tighter. Every ti I spank her and make her say thank you, her body lights up like she was made for this.

And maybe she was.

Maybe I was never supposed to have a soft Oga.

She’s trembling. She’s glowing. She’s fucking beautiful.

And I want to wreck her.

I want to pull the gag out and hear her beg

to shift. I want her to scream my na while I take her like a feral beast. I want to bite down on her throat while I knot her so hard she sobs and begs

to stop even as she begs

not to pull out.

I want to hear her say it..say Daddy, I’m yours. Daddy, break . Daddy, show

the real you.

Because once I do?

Once I let go of the leash I’ve held this entire ti?

There won’t be cuffs strong enough. There won’t be a bed that survives. There won’t be a safe word that saves her.

There will only be my cock. My teeth. My knot. My rage. My love.

And her.

Her swollen belly.

Her leaking tits.

Her broken moans.

Her ruined cunt stuffed full of everything I give her.

Her body trembling in my arms as I kiss the tears off her cheeks and fuck her through every last scream.

And when I’m done..when I’ve poured every last drop of cum into her womb and marked her so deeply she forgets any na but mine—I’ll hold her. I’ll clean her. I’ll praise her.

I’ll whisper good girl, and an it with every savage part of .

And if she asks for more?

If she looks up at

with that tear-streaked face and says again, Daddy?

I’ll give her more.

And more.

And more.

Because once the beast cos out, he doesn’t stop.