Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 116

Stop Teasing Me Kitten

~Lyra

But then he said it.

“Well, I would have said yes,” Damon murmured, his voice rough and husky and sending little tingles straight to my toes. For a half–second, I smiled like victory was mine.

And then he finished.

“But that can wait, kitten.”

Wait.

Wait?

I blinked. My body didn’t even register it at first. I just lay there, frozen, eyes wide, lips parted like a confused little fish, trying to compute what the hell had just come out of his mouth. Damon Thornvale just said that

can wait. As in, boobs can wait. My boobs. You gotta be kidding me.

I slowly pushed myself up on my elbows, still dizzy, still achy, but now fueled entirely by dramatic disbelief

and a very strong need for answers. I stared at him like he’d grown two heads.

“Wait–hold on–what?” I said, blinking at him so hard I was starting to see stars. “Are you refusing me right

now?”

Damon lifted his eyes to mine. Calm. Unbothered. Like he didn’t just commit an act of war.

“I can’t believe this,” I continued, my voice already rising as I sat up straighter. “I actually cannot believe my

ears. Damon. Damon ‘I will bend you over the sink for breathing too loud‘ Thornvale is refusing to suck t**s.

My t**s. These tits.”

I dramatically gestured at my chest, cupping them like I was presenting twin miracles to a blind man.

“I’m sorry, are you feeling okay?” I asked, one eyebrow arched and my mouth halfway between a gasp and a

rant. “Did something hit your head? Are you concussed? Should I call a doctor? Because the man I know–the

one who f***s like he invented dominance and touches me like he’s starving–would never pass up an

invitation like that.”

“I can’t believe this,” I gasped, placing a hand dramatically on my chest like I was in the middle of a

telenovela. “I actually cannot believe my ears. “Do you need help? Are you ill? Should I check your

temperature? Blink twice if you’re possessed.”

I wasn’t done. Oh no.

“In fact,” I said, sitting up straighter like I was about to deliver a full TED Talk, “I feel personally disrespected on behalf of my n*****s. They’ve been through a lot. Trauma. Frostbite. Emotional betrayal. And now y telling me they don’t even get a kiss goodnight? Wow. Incredible. Cancel the wedding. Tell the Moon Goddess I want a divorce.”

He had the nerve to smirk.

That sexy, annoying little curl of his lip that meant he was enjoying this. He loved when I spiraled. He thought it was cute. Which only made me spiral harder.

Stop Teasing Me Kitten

“I am a generous, giving, emotionally available Omega,” I continued, waving a hand like I was listing my qualifications on a reality dating show. “I offer you my heart. My soul. My very delicious boobs. And you say wait? What next? You gonna tell me we should ‘talk about our feelings‘ first and take a walk under the stars like we’re in a Nicholas Sparks movie?”

“No, no, kitten,” he said quickly. “It’s not like I’m refusing. Trust me, I want to. I really, really want to

“Then what’s the hold–up, Mr. Muscle Daddy?” I asked, hands on hips, eyes narrowed. “Because I’m two seconds away from writing a complaint letter to the Council of Alphas”

He sighed–sighed, like I was the exhausting one here–then moved to sit up beside me. His eyes were serious now, and his voice dropped low.

“Remember the pregnancy test?”

My mouth closed.

My drama paused.

Oh.

Right.

That.

“Yes, kitten,” he said, gently now, his voice smoothing over my nerves like warm honey. “I thought instead of taking you out of this bed to go hunt for a pregnancy test after everything, it would be better if the pack

doctor came here to check you out.”

My heart stuttered.

“She’s already on her way,” he added, reaching for my hand and squeezing it softly, like he knew I was about to go full meltdown mode.

“She’ll examine you. She’ll make sure the powder you inhaled didn’t affect anything. Not your body. Not the baby. She’ll run every test necessary. And once that’s done, once I know you’re safe and that the baby’s okay… you can have Daddy all to yourself.”

I swear, the way he said it almost made me forget how to breathe. Like, the room could have been on fire, the floor could have opened up and swallowed the bed whole, and I still would’ve been stuck right there- half–leaning into his chest, clutching his stupidly perfect hand, and trying to process the fact that Damon Thornvale just said I can have Daddy all to myself like it was a sentence meant for daytime conversations and not the start of a very illegal fantasy.

My mouth dropped open slightly. I stared at him like he had just offered me front row seats to the apocalypse and a lollipop.

just to be

“All of you?” I asked, blinking slowly not because I was innocent but because I knew exactly what I was doing. I tilted my head like I was going asking about taxes, not s*x, and fluttered my lashes

annoying.

He smirked.

That dangerous kind of smirk. The kind that starts with a lip twitch and ends with someone getting tied to a headboard.

Stop Teasing Me Kitten

“Yes, kitten,” he said, and his voice dropped even lower like it was physically trying to crawl under my skin

All of me.”

Oh my God. Okay. What the hell was I supposed to do with that? My whole body reacted. Like my n perked up, my core clenched, and my brain said, Ma’am, this is not a drill.

And of course, because I’m eighteen and chronically incapable of leaving well enough alone, I opened my

mouth again.

“I saw this in a movie once,” I said slowly, dragging the words out like I was laying the groundwork for something deeply inappropriate. My fingers twitched with excitement. My smile curled up on one side. I knew I was about to say something that would either make Damon combust or pounce–and honestly, either was

fine with me.

His brow lifted. “Oh?” he asked, clearly intrigued but already suspicious of me. “What kind of movie, kitten?”

“The hot kind,” I said sweetly, then bit my lip in a way that was 100 percent intentional. “And I’ve always

wanted us to try it.”

He leaned in a little. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his jaw flexed like he was already fighting off ten dirty thoughts just to remain seated. “What exactly do you want us to try?”

“Cosplay,” I whispered, dropping the word like it was a sacred spell. “I’ll be the teacher… and you’ll be the

student.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. He just stared at me. And the way his eyes darkened? Yeah. That was

the moment I knew I’d won.

His fingers tightened slightly on my thigh, and he leaned in just close enough that his breath fanned across

my ear.

“You naughty little girl,” he growled against my skin, and the second those words hit my ear, my whole body reacted like it had been flipped on like a light switch.

My n*****s hardened through the thin fabric of my shirt, my thighs squeezed together without permission, and my spine arched the tiniest bit, just enough for him to feel how much I wanted him without me having to say another word.

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