Kneel For Me
~Lyra~
Oh, my God.
The second he said that-“Beg me, kitten“-I swear I nearly care. No, like, actually. My knees wobbled. My throat went dry. My p***y clenched around nothing so hard I whimpered out loud, and not in some fake girly way. It was raw. Desperate. Real.
Because f**k, do you know what it does to a girl when an Alpha says that with his mouth brushing your ear
and his hand still wrapped tight around your throat like he’s deciding whether to kiss you or kill you?
And when that Alpha is your best friend’s father?
When his blood is still on his shirt and the echo of his slap is still in the walls?
When you’re 18, soaked, shirtless, high off heat and violence and the fact that you just stood naked in his house and told his entire f*****g family to get out while your thighs were literally dripping?
Yeah. I broke.
“Ohhh f**k,” I whispered, breathless, broken, brain short–circuiting from how hard he was gripping my neck and how sharp that twist on my n****e still burned. “You want me to beg? You–you f*****g want me to beg?”
I laughed. I moaned. I couldn’t even tell the difference at that point.
“You really wanna hear it, Daddy?” I asked, smiling so sweet it should’ve been illegal, even while my voice trembled. “You wanna hear your naughty little Omega lose all her pride? You wanna hear me whimper and plead like I’m not the one who made your wife cry, your daughter run, and your c**k f*****g twitch just by
existing?”
His jaw clenched. And oh my God–oh my God, the way it clenched. Like he was grinding his teeth to keep from grabbing me and throwing me down right there. I saw every twitch. Every little shift in his shoulders. Every sharp little breath through his nose like he was trying so f*****g hard not to lose it.
And it made my p***y throb so hard I gasped,
I swear, I literally clenched right there, standing barefoot and bratty in the middle of his house like I didn’t just mouth off to his whole family ten minutes ago. But his jaw. That jaw. That goddamn Alpha clench with his knuckles twitching and his eyes burning and his chest rising like a storm was about to explode? Oh yeah. That was it. That was the moment I knew I had him.
So I smiled.
Because of course I did.
I smiled way too sweet for a girl with slick running down her thighs.
I reached up and tapped his chin/with my index finger. Just one little tap. And then traced it down his throat, real slow, watching him swallow like the pressure was about to crack.
“You wanna f**k me, don’t you?” I whispered, dragging my nails over his collarbone. “Like actually f**k me. Not sweet. Not gentle. Just grab me and use me like I was made for you.”
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His hand twitched again.
And my entire body lit up.
“And then you said come here–just come here–like that was enough,” I said, still rambling. “Like one grow! and I’d drop to my knees. And honestly? It almost worked. Because your voice does things to my brain Like it short–circuits everything logical and turns me into a slutty little puddle who thinks with her heat.”
I stopped in front of him again.
Looked up at him.
Bit my lip.
Tilted my head.
“But then I remembered who the f**k I am,” I whispered, soft but wicked. “And I decided… nah. Let him earn it.”
I dropped.
Right to my knees.
“Oh f**k,” I moaned. “Okay. Yep. This is happening. I’m officially on my knees. I’m officially your dirty little Omega, and I’m so not okay right now, because do you even know what you look like from down here?”
I reached up and dragged both my hands up his thighs. Slow. Teasing. Stroking over denim like it was skin, and I moaned again, louder this time, because I could feel the heat of his c**k through his jeans and it was
too much.
“Your thighs are so hard,” I said, palms flat against him. “Like I know you could crush my skull with them and I’d say thank you. And this-” I rubbed over his bulge, slow and wicked, and my eyes rolled back a little because f**k, “-this is why I’m not okay. You’re already so hard. And I haven’t even begged yet. I haven’t even
started.”
I pressed my cheek to his thigh and moaned like a needy little thing in heat.
Then I looked up again.
“You’re so mean, Daddy,” I whispered. “Just standing there. Letting me fall apart down here. My mouth’s watering, my thighs are stuck together, and you’re just watching like you’re not seconds away from wrecking
me.”
I slid one hand between my legs and touched myself–lightly, just enough to smear slick on my fingers–and
then I held them up to him.
“Look,” I said, breathless. “Look what you did.”
I licked my fingers.
Moaned around them.
And smiled like the unholy little brat I was born to be.
“I’m so wet it’s embarrassing,” I said. “My body’s literally leaking because I want you so bad. I can’t sleep. ! can’t think. I can’t breathe. I need your c**k in my mouth. I need to taste it. I want to suck on it until my jaw aches and my eyes are full of tears and you’re gripping my hair saying, that’s it, kitten, take it all like the good little Omega you are.”
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I grabbed his belt buckle.
Still didn’t undo it.
Just held it. Just stared at it like it was sacred.
“And then I want you to bend me over something solid,” I went on. “A table. The wall. The floor. I don’t care. I just want to feel your knot. I want to be split open and stretched and stuffed with your c’m until it’s dripping out of me and I’m shaking from how good it feels.”
I kissed the buckle.
Breathed on it.
Smiled like a girl about to destroy her entire f*****g future and loving it.
“Please,” I whispered. “Please, Daddy. Please let me taste it. Please let me gag on it. Please f**k my face until
I forget everything that came before you. Please knot me until I scream so loud the entire pack knows who ! belong to.”
I looked up again.
Teary–eyed.
Wrecked.
Grinning.
“Please ruin me.”
“Suck my d**k, kitten. Suck Daddy’s d**k like it’s your last.”
The second those words hit the air, my whole body reacted like I’d been shocked. My p***y pulsed so hard it clenched around nothing, my thighs trembled, my mouth fell open, and I swear–I swear to the Moon Goddess -I forgot how to breathe.
My heart was already racing from teasing him, my heat had made my whole body slick and hypersensitive, and now that? That command?
That low, rumbling, dominant Alpha growl that came straight from his chest and melted right between my legs? That was the kill shot.
My head tilted back, my eyes fluttered, and for a second I just stared at him–at the raw, ruthless heat in his expression, at the sharp flex in his jaw, at the way he held my hair like it was a leash he’d just decided to
yank.
I was already on my knees.
Already soaked.
for air. “Please, “Say it again,” I whispered, voice breathless and so f*****g soft it sounded like I was bec Daddy. Say it again. Say it like you mean it. Say it like you want me to choke on it. Like you want me to cry for it. Like you want me to worship it with my mouth until my jaw gives out.”
He didn’t say a word. Not with his lips. But his fingers dug deeper into my scalp, forcing my head back, and that alone made me moan.
I could feel my whole body tremble under his grip, my n*****s hard and tingling, my clit throbbing so hard i
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had to squeeze my thighs together just to keep myself from falling apart.
My mouth opened wider without even thinking. I looked up at him from the floor with my lips parted, tongue out, and heat staining my cheeks like I was seconds from losing my f*****g mind.
I couldn’t wait.
I didn’t want to wait.
I wanted his c**k. In my mouth. Down my throat. Slapping my tongue, stretching my lips, gagging me, ruining
I reached up with both hands and fumbled with his belt, too messy, too eager, fingers trembling from how
badly I needed him.
I could smell him now, thick and wild, that dark spicy Alpha scent mixed with sweat and leather and heat, and it only made my mouth water more.
My p***y clenched again. I rubbed my thighs together, moaning softly as I yanked his pants open and finally, finally, finally got what I wanted.
And then I took him in.
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