Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 288

Chapter 288: Chapter 288

His breath ca out so sharp it was almost a hiss. "You’re gonna get

killed," he said.

"Then die for it," I threw back, my heart beating crazy fast like it was trying to escape my ribs.

"Touch . Feel . Put your fingers in my pussy right now before I lose my goddamn mind."

"I am so fucking wet for you. Fuck, I don’t care about Damon anymore. Do you hear ? I do not fucking care. I want your dick, Darren. I want it right now. I might be pregnant with his pups but I don’t give a damn, I want you to fuck

until I can’t breathe."

That made him freeze, his body tightening like he had been hit with lightning.

"Wait," he muttered, like it was coming from sowhere deep in his chest. "You’re pregnant?"

"Yes," I threw back. "Yes, I am, and I don’t care. I don’t care about him, I don’t care about any of it, I want you to fuck

anyway. I want you to put that cock inside

and fuck

until I forget my own na."

For a mont he just stared at , his jaw locking so tight I could hear his teeth grind together, his chest heaving like he was holding himself together by a single, shaking thread.

"Well, I don’t give a damn either," he growled. "I’m going to fuck you anyway. Pregnant or not, I’m going to ruin you. I’m going to make you scream for

so loud the whole pack hears it, so loud Damon himself hears you moan my na instead of his."

"Do it," I begged, my voice breaking apart because the ache between my legs was already turning into sothing unbearable. "Please, Darren, just do it. I don’t care about anything anymore. I just want you to fuck

until I can’t even stand."

That was it. That was the mont he broke. I could see it in the way his eyes darkened, in the way his breathing turned fast, in the way his hand gripped my hip like he was holding on to keep from completely losing his mind.

"You’re gonna be the death of ," he muttered, his voice dropping so low it felt like it sank straight into my skin. "And I don’t give a damn."

His pants hit the floor and then his cock was out, thick and hard and straining like he had been waiting for this mont longer than either of us would ever admit.

"Fuck," I breathed, my voice trembling so hard it shook through my whole body. "You’re so big."

"You are going to take every inch," Darren growled. "Every single inch, baby. And then you’re going to get on your knees and suck my fucking dick like you an it."

I smirked up at him,, sweat dripping down my temples, my lips raw from biting them, but I still bent forward, letting him feel my breath against his skin before I whispered, "I’m going to suck your dick, Darren. Every fucking inch of it."

I slid down the wall, my fingers trailing along his thighs as I knelt in front of him, my hair falling in my face as I tilted my head back and licked my lips slowly, dragging my tongue over them like I was already tasting him in my mouth.

His head dropped back, his jaw tight, a curse breaking out of him because he was so hard it looked painful, and I smirked wider, enjoying every second of watching him lose control.

But then I did it. I smirked again, slower this ti, my fingers wrapping around his cock as I brought my claws out just enough to scratch. Not softly. Not gently. Hard enough to peel a thin line across his skin, sharp enough that blood welled up instantly.

His entire body jerked back like I had set him on fire.

"What the fuck, you bitch!" he scread as he held his dick, his eyes wide and blazing as he stumbled backward a step, his hand gripping his cock like he was checking if I had just destroyed him.

"What the actual fuck did you just do. You crazy ssed up bitch!!! You fucking cut open my dick!"

I smirked up at him even though my heart was beating like it was about to crack my ribs, because if I was going to die tonight, I might as well die with style. Did I? Clumsy

but you wanted

on my knees, right?"

"But you didn’t exactly say how obedient I had to be, Darren, and maybe you should have been more specific because I’ve never exactly been the obedient type and now you’re standing there bleeding because you told

to kneel without setting any ground rules. That’s kind of on you, don’t you think?"

He didn’t even blink. He just stood there, staring down at

like I had grown horns out of my head, his jaw tight enough to cut glass, his hands flexing like he was deciding whether to strangle

or throw

through the wall.

And then he spoke , the kind of tone that made my whole stomach flip even though I was trying so hard to look like I wasn’t scared.

"I swear to the gods," he said. "I will kill you with my bare hands before Damon cos back."

My brain scread run. My wolf scread run. Every part of

scread run because the look in his eyes was the kind of look you didn’t argue with if you wanted to live to see another sunrise.

So I ran.