Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 307

Chapter 307: Chapter 307

Lyra

Tasha.

Wait. No. Hold on. Am I hallucinating? Because this can’t be real, right? This isn’t real. This is nothing but a sick joke. I must have hit my head harder than I thought.

Do you hear ? I’m serious. I’m blinking over and over again so hard my eyes sting, my tears are burning, and I keep thinking maybe if I close them long enough and open them again, she’ll be gone, she won’t be there, because it doesn’t make sense. None of this makes sense. I swear to you, if this is real, then I don’t know what the fuck is left to believe in.

And I’m rambling because I don’t know what else to do, because how do you process this?

You can’t. I can’t. This has to be a trick. A hallucination. A nightmare designed to rip

apart.

Because it’s Tasha. And she isn’t supposed to be here. She isn’t supposed to be standing with him. She isn’t supposed to be looking at

like that, with that twisted smirk.

And then I laughed.

No, like, I really laughed. Not a cute little giggle, not a polite chuckle, not even the kind of laugh you let out when your teacher trips in class. No.

This was the full-on, chest-cracking, tears-running-down-my-face, sobody-better-lock--up kind of laugh.

The kind of laugh people write in horror books right before the girl completely loses her sanity. And yeah, that was . On the floor, bloody, shaking, and laughing like a crazy person.

"Y’all are pulling a prank on , right? RIGHT? What the fuck is this?" I was clutching my stomach, not because it was funny but because the laugh was ripping out of

like it had claws.

"Co on, admit it, this is so YouTube prank shit, right? ’Let’s traumatize Lyra and see how long it takes before she cries herself into a straitjacket.’ Because honestly? Ten out of ten. You got . Hilarious. Now can soone cut the caras?"

And then I saw her. Tasha. And oh my Goddess, my laughter hit a pitch so high even dogs three miles away probably heard

because..

"Tasha! Why the actual fuck are you naked? Put on so fucking clothes!" I wheezed, still laughing like I had finally snapped. "No seriously, what are you doing?

"This isn’t sumr camp, this isn’t skinny-dipping in the lake, this isn’t ’oops I forgot my towel.’ Why the hell are you naked, standing next to Darren like this is so Victoria’s Secret audition from hell?"

My brain would not shut up. It was screaming, it was talking, it was doing the absolute most, because what else do you do when your best friend pops out of the dark butt-naked with a smirk? You either cry or you laugh, and I had already cried, so now I was on the laugh train and it wasn’t stopping.

"Oh my Goddess, is this a ritual?!" I yelled, talking to you like you’re sitting right here beside . "Because tell

why Darren looks like a demon with his cock out, and Tasha looks like she’s about to light candles and chant in Latin, and I’m the sacrifice bleeding on the floor.

"Do you see it? Do you see how insane this looks? Because if I didn’t know better, I’d swear I stumbled into a low-budget horror porno."

I was laughing so hard I started sobbing all over again, because it wasn’t funny, it was never funny, but my brain didn’t know what else to do except make jokes.

"Shut up, bitch, watch this," Tasha snapped, and before I could even gasp she grabbed Darren’s face and slamd her mouth onto his. Their tongues were crashing together, wet and loud, and I swear my whole stomach twisted because I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

"Mmm—fuck—daddy," she moaned into his mouth, dragging it out long and filthy, like she wanted

to choke on every single syllable. "Mmmhhh yessss, fuck, I missed your mouth, I missed your hands—ohhhh fuck, daddy!"

And Darren—oh Goddess, Darren—he was eating it up like a man starving. His hands slid down, grabbed her ass so hard she yelped into his kiss, and then ca the sharp smack. The sound of his palm on her bare skin cracked through the air so loud I flinched.

"You’re my naughty little devil," he growled against her lips, his voice low, rough, taunting, dripping with filth.

He smirked at

over her shoulder, like this was all for , like every sound was ant to break . "Do you see this? Do you see how easily she bends for ? Watch. Watch closely."

And then his hand slid between her thighs, fingers plunging into her with a wet, obscene sound that made

gag.

"Ahhhhhh fuuuuuckkkkk, Darren!" Tasha scread, her voice splitting open, her body arching against him. "Yesss—fuck, daddy—deeper—ahhhhhh yesss—oh my God—don’t stop—don’t stop—fuck your fingers are so deep—ohhhhhh!"

Wait what the fuck was happening! What the fuck was going on!!!!

"Yeah, take it," Darren snarled, his lips pressed against Tasha’s ear, his hand pumping harder, his fingers curling deep inside her.

"You like that? You like my fingers splitting you open while she watches? Say it. Say how much you like it. Say it louder so she hears every word."