Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 244

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He kissed the top of my head, soft and slow, and then his voice dropped into that dark, teasing register that always made my nipples betray

"Do you wanna bite , kitten? Would inflicting pain in

make you feel better?"Damon asked, his voice low and dark, the kind of teasing threat that made my nipples harden and my thighs squeeze together instantly.

He looked so calm, so collected, sitting there like he hadn’t just been body-slamd by my hormone-fueled tantrum. His palm was still resting on my lower back, hot and steady, like he was daring

to keep misbehaving.

"Yes," I said without hesitation, my bottom lip sticking out in a pout so deep it could’ve been a damn trench. I looked him dead in the eye, unapologetic and unbothered, because I ant it. I wanted to bite him. I needed to bite him. I wanted him to feel it.

"Then do it," he challenged, one brow raised, like he didn’t think I had the guts.

Oh, he was asking for it.

Without breaking eye contact, I rose onto my knees, grabbed his shoulder with both hands, leaned in, and sank my teeth into the thick muscle between his neck and collarbone with all the force my bratty little jaw could muster.

"Ouch," Damon growled, flinching slightly as I bit down hard enough to leave a very real imprint. His body tensed, but he didn’t push

away. If anything, his grip on my waist tightened like he liked it.

I didn’t stop imdiately. I held my bite like it was a personal statent. Like I was stamping my Oga rage onto his perfect Alpha flesh. I only released him when I was satisfied, licking the red mark with smug pride before leaning back and crossing my arms.

"That’s what you get," I said, lifting my chin. "That’s for ruining my senior year, for saying I’m too swollen to go to school, and for making

cry like five tis this morning. Oh, and for not letting

make my own decisions"

He stared at , dead silent, like he couldn’t believe I actually did it. Then his eyes slowly dropped to his shoulder, where the shape of my teeth was now glowing red against his skin.

"You just fucking marked ," he muttered, dragging his hand down his jaw, clearly trying not to smirk. "You bit

like a little wildcat."

"I did," I said proudly, still straddling his lap like the nace I was. "And I’d do it again. Maybe harder."

Before I could blink, Damon’s hands locked around my hips, yanking

forward so abruptly I gasped and grabbed his shoulders for balance. I was now fully pressed against him, his cock thick and hard beneath , his chest rising with every sharp breath.

"You little nace," he growled, fingers digging into my ass like he was ready to flip

over and teach

a lesson for being mouthy. "You really think I won’t fuck you stupid for that?"

"You threatened

first," I shot back, squirming in his lap even though my entire body was already vibrating with need again. "And you’ve been acting like a dictator all morning, Damon. You deserved it."

His eyes darkened as they dropped to my chest, where my breasts were still flushed and sensitive, nipples leaking little droplets onto my skin. He didn’t look away. He didn’t blink. He licked his lips slowly, and then t my gaze again like he could sll exactly how wet I already was.

"You’re leaking," he said, voice raspier now. "Again."

"Because I’m mad," I snapped, trying not to blush. "And aroused. And very emotionally overwheld. And I will not apologize for it."

"You bit ."

"I should’ve bitten your dick."

"You’re lucky I don’t flip you over and knot you until you pass out again."

"You’re lucky I don’t call the cops and report you for Alpha harassnt."

"You’re lucky I love you," he muttered under his breath, hands still gripping

like I was his only source of oxygen. "Because if I didn’t, kitten, I’d have you crying on this bed for a very different reason right now."

I froze.

Just a little.

Because the way he said that? The way his voice dipped, the way his eyes glead like he was this close to snapping again?

I wanted it.

I hated how much I wanted it.

I clenched around nothing. My body reacted without permission. And when I looked up at him again, I knew he felt it too.

He leaned closer, brushing his mouth over the shell of my ear, and his breath alone made my skin pebble with heat.

"Bite

again," he whispered, voice pure sin. "And I’ll take you right here. I’ll bend you over this bed, milk dripping from your tits, belly pressed to the sheets, and I’ll breed you all over again while you cry into the pillow."

I swallowed hard, lips parted, brain short-circuiting at the image alone. Every inch of my body was screaming yes. Every hormone in my bloodstream was lighting up like a fire alarm. And I hated him for it.

"I dare you," he growled, pulling back just enough to stare into my eyes. "Do it."

I didn’t bite him again.

Not yet.

But oh, I was thinking about it. Very, very hard.