Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 36

Chapter 36: Chapter 36.

I couldn’t walk straight.

Not because I was drunk. Not because I was high. But because I could still feel him on .

Still feel the heat of his mouth against my ear. Still feel his voice curling down my spine like smoke.

Tasha was sowhere outside. I didn’t even know if she was still fucking those guys , if she was looking for , if she saw what happened.

Didn’t matter.

All I could focus on was the ache between my thighs.

My panties were ruined. Wet. Completely soaked through. Clinging to

like sha. I could feel how ssy I was every ti I moved. I could sll it..faint, but there.

Oga heat was a myth. That’s what I used to think. That maybe it wasn’t for .

Until tonight. Fuck.

I stumbled down the hall, every step making it worse.

I wasn’t okay. I was not okay. My skin was buzzing, my nipples hurt from how hard they were, and my cunt—God, my cunt—felt like it was on fire. My thighs were wet.

So wet I knew it wasn’t sweat. I didn’t even want to check my panties. I could already feel how ruined they were. Sticking to my folds. Clinging like a second skin soaked in sha.

I needed to leave.

I needed to get the fuck out of this house.

I needed to find Tasha and run before that stranger circled back and finished what he started..because I knew I wouldn’t stop him.

My breath ca short and sharp as I moved faster, slipping past bodies, flashing lights, music thumping like my heartbeat.

Where is she...

I spun around, frantic.

People. Faces. Drunken laughs. None of them her.

"Fuck," I whispered to myself. I rubbed my arms like it would sohow help ground .

But it didn’t.

Because he was still in my head.

That fucking stranger.

His voice. His heat. His scent.

"You’re a ss, baby girl. Soaked. Desperate. Mine if I want you"

I clenched my jaw. No.

I didn’t want him.

I didn’t want so cocky, naless Alpha with filthy words and a jaw that could cut glass.

I wanted Damon.

The man I’d been fantasizing about for years.

The one I thought about every ti I ca with my own fingers inside . The one I dread of bending

over his desk, gripping my neck, whispering how fucking tight I was while he filled

with every inch of his cock.

Not this stranger.

Not so unknown face from a party.

I pressed a hand between my legs as I slipped into an empty hallway off the main room.

Just a few doors and a low light over the wall.

I grabbed the first door handle. Locked.

Second.

Unlocked.

I shoved it open and stepped inside, heart racing.

Bathroom.

I slamd the door.

Locked it.

Turned and pressed my back against it like I was trying to seal the world out..or keep myself in.

The second the latch clicked, my breath broke.

I panted like I’d just run a marathon. My skin was flushed. My whole body tingled. My hands were shaking and my fucking pussy was leaking down my thighs like I’d already been fucked.

But I hadn’t.

No one touched .

He didn’t even lay a hand on my cunt.

Just words.

Just words and heat and breath on my neck.

And I was soaked.

I grabbed the edge of the sink like it could ground , but the second I caught sight of my reflection, I knew I was fucked.

I looked like I’d been ruined.

My lips were red, parted, kiss-swollen. My cheeks were flushed like I’d just co. My dress clung to , my nipples standing out in stiff peaks under the sheer fabric.

My eyes—God, my eyes—wide and wet, pupils dilated, like I was strung out on the need I refused to admit.

I let my head drop.

My chest rose and fell too fast. My throat was dry. My legs were trembling.

I need to find Tasha, I told myself.

I needed to get the fuck out of this house.

I needed to get away from this mirror, this hallway, this party, this entire fucking night.

But I didn’t move.

Because there was only one person I needed right now.

Not the stranger. Not his filthy voice or the cock pressed against my belly. Not his arrogant smile or the way he called

a ss like he owned it.

Damon.

My heart cracked open.

My thighs clenched.

I moaned. Right there. Moaned his na like it burned coming out of .

"Damon..."

My knees buckled.

I let go of the sink and turned.

Like I wasn’t falling apart inside.

I reached for the hem of my dress. My fingers slid under the fabric and yanked it up.

No hesitation.

No sha.

Just need.

And what I saw?

God.

My panties were ruined.

The pale fabric was soaked, darkened where my wetness had bled through, clinging to my folds so tight I could see the perfect shape of my cunt.

My clit was swollen. My lips parted. Wetness glistened down the insides of my thighs like tears.

I touched it.

Just the edge.

Just two fingers grazing the heat through the fabric.

And I almost collapsed.

"Fuck..."

I stepped out of them.

Let them drop to the floor like they didn’t matter.

I climbed onto the counter, legs spread wide, cunt exposed to the mirror.

And for a second, I just stared.