Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 39

Chapter 39: Chapter 39.

She was dancing with so guy who clearly thought he had a chance. He didn’t. She was in her own world.

But I needed her.

I pushed through the bodies, my fingers brushing sweaty arms, sticky backs, perfu-thick air. When I reached her, I tapped her shoulder hard, breath still shallow.

She turned around.

And blinked like I was spinning.

Or maybe she was.

Either way, she squinted at

with a dazed grin. "Heeyyyy, baby girl," she slurred. "You good?"

No.

No, I wasn’t.

I was soaked and fucked up and couldn’t stop slling him even though he was gone. My cunt still pulsed every ti I thought about him. My nipples were still stiff like they hadn’t realized we were done.

"I’m looking for Tasha," I said quickly, leaning in so I didn’t have to yell over the music. "Tall. Redhead. Booty shorts. Probably letting so guy eat her out by now?"

She burst out laughing. Full-body, head-thrown-back laughing.

Oh God.

"What’s funny?" I asked, heat creeping up my neck.

She grinned, eyes glassy with alcohol and sin. "Babe, she’s upstairs."

My stomach tightened. "Upstairs?"

"Yeah." She gestured with her cup, almost spilling it all over herself. "Red light room. Third door on the right. I passed by and I swear to God, she was moaning so loud I thought soone was murdering her pussy."

I blinked. "She’s okay?"

She leaned in, conspiratorial. "Oh, she’s more than okay. Girl’s getting her walls realigned."

My mouth opened.

Nothing ca out.

"Three guys," she whispered. "Or four. I couldn’t count with all the grunting."

Jesus fucking Christ.

I stared at her, frozen in place. Not because I was shocked. But because...Goddamn it.

I was jealous.

Not of the guys.

Not even of the noises.

But because at least Tasha was being touched.

At least she was getting fucked.

And ?

I was walking through this goddamn house like a ghost, dripping from a man who didn’t even stay to finish the job. A man who left

panting on a bathroom counter with nothing but my fingers, my sha, and my ruined panties in the trash.

I nodded. "Thanks."

She winked, then leaned in again. "Tell her to save a dick for !"

I forced a laugh, turned away, and headed for the stairs. My skin still felt too tight. My dress clung to

like it knew what I’d done. My thighs were glossy again, my steps heavy, and the worst part?

Every person I passed could probably sll it on .

Could probably sll him.

Could probably tell I’d been played with and left unfinished.

And yet all I could think was. Damon.

The music got quieter the higher I climbed. Or maybe it was just getting drowned out by the pounding of my own heart. I could feel it thudding in my throat, in my cunt, in every fucking nerve ending that was already oversensitized.

Red light.

She said red light room.

I stopped outside the third door on the right. My hand hovered over the knob.

My chest was rising and falling too fast. I could sll sweat, sex, sothing disgusting. My skin prickled. The scent was thick enough to taste.

I swallowed and opened the door.

What I saw?

Fucking hell.

I walked straight into a fucking porn scene.

My brain couldn’t register it all at once.

Tasha was naked Bent over at the edge of the bed like she was born to be in that position.

One man was behind her. Gripping her hips. Thrusting into her with punishing force.

Another stood in front of her, cock in her mouth, hands tangled in her hair as she gagged and drooled and moaned around him.

A third was kneeling on the floor, head between her thighs, tongue working her clit in frantic circles like it was the only thing that mattered.

Two more circled nearby. Naked. Stroking themselves. Waiting. Watching. Breathing heavy. Hungry.

My heart fucking stopped.

What the fuck.

They were huge. So of them had that Alpha energy rolling off their bodies like heat. Others slled calr, more controlled, but no less dangerous. Beta maybe. I couldn’t fucking care.

Because they were fucking her.

All five of them.

Using her.

Owning her.

She was shaking. Whimpering. Eyes glassy and half-closed, her voice slurring with pleasure.

"Yes. Right there. Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop. Fuck

harder. More. I can take it. Please. More."

I couldn’t fucking move.

My body was frozen but my blood was on fire. My cunt clenched hard, wetness sliding between my thighs instantly. My nipples tightened under my dress. My breath caught in my throat.

I opened my mouth but no words ca out. Just heat and pure jealousy.

One of the n looked up. An Alpha. I could feel it in his eyes, in the weight of his stare, in the cruel smirk that slid across his face as he kept pounding into her like she was nothing but a toy. His gaze didn’t leave .

I snapped out of it.

What the fuck.

"Tasha," I barked, my voice way too high. "Tasha. What the fuck is going on here? I’ve been looking everywhere for you."

She moaned.

Didn’t even look up.

Didn’t stop sucking. Didn’t stop taking. Just raised one hand blindly and waved at .

Like I was interrupting sothing small. Like this wasn’t the most obscene fucking thing I’d ever seen.

I stepped into the room without aning to. My feet moved like they weren’t mine.

"I said what the fuck, Tasha."

She finally turned her head slightly, lips red and shiny with spit, face twisted in ecstasy.

"Oh my God, babe," she breathed. "You made it."

Made it?

My jaw dropped.

"What the hell are you.."