Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 73

Chapter 73: Chapter 73.

~Damon~

The second the door clicked behind her, I stayed seated.

Still naked.

Still soaked in the scent of her.

Still staring at the faint trail of slick she left behind on the floor like her body was trying to mark every step, like it hadn’t figured out how to stop leaking all the filth I’d shoved into it.

Fuck.

I leaned back, chest heaving, the aftershock still buzzing in my veins. My cock was half-hard again, twitching against my stomach, gleaming with the sa mix of her arousal and my cum that had been fucking dripping out of her for what felt like hours.

My hand went to my jaw. Dragged down slowly. I was trying to breathe. Trying to calm the beast in .

But then I looked down.

And saw them.

Her panties.

Damp as fuck.

They were bunched in the corner like they didn’t know what the hell had just happened. Twisted, soft, and soaked through with everything we’d just done.

And I froze.

Because fuck .

She left them behind.

I reached for them slowly. Reverently. Like they were holy. Like they were so sacred trophy carved from sin itself. My fingers curled around the delicate fabric, still warm, still wet, still sticky with the mix of her innocence and the wreckage I’d turned her into.

I brought them to my face.

And I fucking inhaled.

Hard.

God.

Her scent was all over them. Sweet. Musky. Tangy. That addictive oga perfu that only ca out when her body was wrecked and wide open and fucked full of knot and cum and ruin.

"Fuck, Lyra," I groaned, eyes fluttering shut as I held them there. "You don’t even know what you’re doing to ."

"Look at you," I whispered, lifting the soft lace between my fingers. "What am I gonna do with you, huh? You sweet little thing. You filthy little piece of her."

The second I brought them to my face, I was gone.

I groaned—deep...as I inhaled her scent.

Sweet. Tangy. Innocent and wrecked at the sa ti. The kind of sll that shouldn’t belong to soone her age, shouldn’t exist at all, shouldn’t be coating her panties like that if the universe had a shred of decency left.

But it did.

Because she wore these while she moaned for .

While she bled for .

While she ca around my cock and told

I ruined her.

And now?

Now they were mine.

"Fuck," I growled, dragging them across my nose again. "This is what you sll like when you’re mine. This is what your cunt slls like after I knot you..after I fill you up and stretch you until you’re crying and begging and still asking for more."

I inhaled again.

Harder.

Eyes closing as I let that sticky, musky perfu flood my lungs like it could fix every broken part of . My cock twitched again. Still wet. Still fucking needy.

"This little strip of lace has more soul in it than half the won I’ve ever fucked," I murmured, tongue flicking out to taste the edge. "Goddamn, Lyra. You sll like sin. Like sweet fucking sin wrapped in baby pink and breathless moans."

I looked down at the panties in my hand.

"Were you wearing these when you ca in here? When you gave

that look?" I smirked. "You weren’t ready. You had no fucking clue what I’d do to you. But your pussy did. Your pussy was soaking these before I even touched you, wasn’t it?"

I laughed softly.

Darkly.

"I could fra these," I said, voice low and reverent, like I was talking to a fucking relic. "Glass case. Bulletproof. Hang them in the study right over the fireplace. Let every bastard that steps foot in this house know who owns you now."

Another pause.

Another slow sniff.

Another groan.

"They still sll like ," I whispered. "Still sll like my cum. Still damp with everything I poured into that tight little cunt of yours."

I turned toward the mirror on the door.

My reflection stared back at ..hair mussed, chest scratched, eyes wild. I looked like a man who’d just ruined sothing sacred and liked it. No shirt. No guilt. Just raw, feral satisfaction.

"You’re a grown-ass man, Damon," I muttered to myself, half-laughing. "Sniffing panties. Talking to lace like it’s alive. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"You run an empire. You’ve buried n in rivers, paid off governnts, built your fortune with blood and backbone..."

I raised them back to my nose, breathed deep.

"And now look at you. Losing your fucking mind over a girl’s underwear."

My laugh was low.

Bitter.

But not ashad.

"I should be locked up," I murmured, shaking my head slowly. "I should be fucking institutionalized. Because this? This ain’t normal. This ain’t healthy. This ain’t what n like

are supposed to do."

I turned and leaned against the closet door, holding the panties to my mouth like I needed to whisper my sins into them.

"She’s eighteen," I breathed. "Eighteen and ruined. Eighteen and knotted. Eighteen and dripping my fucking cum down her legs while my daughter’s down the goddamn hallway asking where we’ve been."

I groaned and closed my eyes again, pressing the fabric tighter against my lips.

"And I’d do it all over again."

Silence.

For a second.

Just the sound of my pulse thumping against my skull, the scent of her still coating the air, the warm press of her last moan echoing in my ears like it hadn’t really ended.

Then I spoke again.

"She doesn’t even know what she’s done to ," I whispered. "She has no fucking clue. That sweet, ssy little cunt has more power over

than any deal I’ve ever signed. I’ve killed for less than what she gave

tonight."