Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 121

Daddy’s Gonna Have You

Daddy’s Gonna Have You

~Lyra~

The doctor pushed my shirt up again and applied the cool gel. I gasped, body jerking.

Not because it was cold..though it was..but because the pressure was too much. Everything inside me was

on fire.

My n*****s were hard and leaking. My clit was pounding. My belly was round and tight and needy. I was a disaster of lust and hormones and fear and I couldn’t tell where one feeling ended and the next began.

“There,” the doctor said, pointing at the little screen. “Four. All with heartbeats.”

My head snapped toward the monitor.

And sure enough.

One. Two. Three. Four.

I stopped breathing again.

“They’re real,” I whispered. “They’re actually real. There’s four… four babies inside me. Four people. With heartbeats. With futures. With..oh my God, what if they all cry at the same time?!”

“Lyra,” Damon growled softly.

“Don’t ‘Lyra‘ me! You did this! This is your fault! I didn’t even know I was ovulating! I just thought I was being dramatic and then BAM! Heat. Knot. Babies! Plural!

“Do you even know what this means? We need cribs! Four cribs! We need a mansion! We need n****e pads! What if they bite?! Oh my God, what if they’re like you? What if they come out with growls and fangs and instincts?! What if they smell slick and want to f**k everything by age ten?!”

Damon stood.

Full height.

I gulped.

Hard.

He leaned down, so close his mouth was at my ear, his breath brushing my skin like a sin I wasn’t allowed to

have yet.

“I’m going to f**k you,” he whispered, “the second she leaves this room.”

And then he said more.

He didn’t even give me time to process.

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“Not gently. Not sweet. Not slow. Not the way you cry for when you’re being soft and bratty and trying to tease me. I’m going to f**k you the way you need it. I’m going to f**k you like you’re still in hea begging to be knocked up again. Like I didn’t already fill you with four.”

My mouth dropped open like I’d just been slapped with a lightning bolt.

I blinked. Once. Twice. Nothing came out of my mouth except a half–moan.

Daddy’s Gonna Have You

“And I’m not going to stop,” he whispered, his hand ghosting over the swell of my stomach, his fingers spreading like he was already claiming every inch.

“Not when you scream. Not when you cry. Not when your body forgets how to take it and begs for mercy I’ll f**k you until the shape of my knot is burned into your cunt, and then I’ll f**k you again. Because you need it. Because you’re leaking right now, aren’t you? I can smell it. I can feel it in the air.”

“OH MY GOD,” I shrieked, throwing both hands over my face like that would save me from the sheer obscene amount of arousal pulsing through every inch of me.

“Please don’t talk to me like that. I can’t handle it. My heart is already dying. I just found out I’m the human host of a four–pack litter, I’m probably gonna be on a National Geographic special by next week, and now you’re standing over me promising to rearrange my guts before I can even pee!”

I peeked between my fingers like a gremlin.

He was smirking. Smirking.

“Stop looking hot!” I cried. “You’re not allowed to look hot while I’m having a meltdown. You’re not allowed to

stand there looking like some s*x god in heat while I’m leaking slick and fetal heartbeats at the same time!”

He leaned closer.

“Say it again,” he whispered.

I blinked, confused, still panting. “Say what?”

“What you said earlier,” he growled. “That if I pull my c**k out… you’ll ride it.”

My face combusted. I swear, the skin on my cheeks sizzled like bacon.

“I WAS IN DISTRESS!” I screeched. “That was not a consent statement, that was a panic reaction! It’s like saying ‘help me‘ when a ghost touches your leg in the dark. I wasn’t thinking! I was overwhelmed! I had just found out my womb was hosting a f*****g Omega family reunion!”

He chuckled.

Not just a smirk. Not just a grunt. A full, deep, f*****g chuckle that made my n*****s harden and my toes curl and my brain scream ride him, slut like a siren on repeat.

“Damon,” I gasped, chest heaving, arms flailing like I could physically cool myself off by swatting at the air. “If you even breathe too close to me, I’m going to scream. My body is malfunctioning. I think I might actually come if you lick your lips. I’m not exaggerating. I’m clinically unstable right now.”

“I know,” he said darkly, stroking one finger along my inner thigh without touching where I needed it most. “And I’m still horny!” I shrieked. “Like what is wrong with me?! I cried. I panicked. I had a whole monologue about being broken and overwhelmed and my p***y still wants your knot like we didn’t just survive a reproductive earthquake. Are Omega hormones this deranged? Is this what being mated to you does to me?!”

His hand slipped a little higher.

I flailed.

“No. No! Don’t you dare!” I gasped, voice high–pitched and trembling. “The doctor is here. This is not sanitary! This is not ethical! This is the opposite of a recovery period!”

He looked me dead in the eyes.

Daddy’s Gonna Hove You

“You said you’d ride me,” he said, low and cruel and devastating.

“I panicked!” I cried again, grabbing the edge of the exam table like it could save me. “I’m not in my right mind! I’m unstable) I’m..”

“Wet.”

I froze.

Because he wasn’t wrong.

I was soaking through my panties again. My thighs were sticky. My breath was erratic. My p***y was aching.

“You’re evil,” I whispered.

“You love it.”

“I hate it.”

“You’re already lifting your hips.”

And f**k me.

I was.

My body was moving without permission, squirming, needy, traitorous.

“I swear,” I gasped, “if I get pregnant with more from this, I will burn down the Moon Temple and scream your

name into the ashes.”

“You already scream my name,” he growled, unbuckling his belt.

The second that belt buckle clinked open, I knew I was done for. Like done done. Like..stick a fork in me, carve “bred” across my tombstone, and build me a shrine in the Hall of Sluts because I was about to lose the last sliver of dignity I had left.

And just when I thought this moment couldn’t get any more unhinged.

The doctor absolutely screamed.

“OH NO!!” she shrieked, spinning around like she’d just caught us committing a sacrificial s*x ritual. Her hands went straight into the air like she was being held at gunpoint. “Please, Alpha Damon, you are not going to f**k her while I’m still in this room! I’m still here! I’m still here!!”

I gasped so loud I nearly swallowed my own breath.

I turned my head to her like I was about to faint. “Oh my God, she’s still here. I forgot she was still here! Why is she still here?! She was supposed to leave! What kind of licensed medical professional watches an Alpha unbuckle his belt and doesn’t immediately run for her life?!”

“Kitten,” Damon warned in that growly Daddy voice that made my knees melt even though I was sitting.

The doctor was still panicking. Still doing the holy–cross–over–her–chest thing and backing up like she expected Damon to shift and f**k me against the ceiling.

Damon turned to her slowly.

And when I say slowly, I mean Alpha slowly–like every bone in his body was saying you should not have stayed this long.

Daddy’s Gonna Have You

“You’re done,” he said, his voice so calm it was terrifying. “You’ve completed the exam. You gave the results. You confirmed the pregnancy. You saw the heartbeats.”

“I–I just..” she stammered.

“You are done,” he repeated, his eyes flat and glowing with that barely–contained rage that meant someone was a second away from being murdered or moaned on.

And then–God help her–she opened her mouth again.

“Sir, I’m still a medical professional…”

And that was when Damon stepped forward.

One step.

Just one.

And she froze like her soul had been drop–kicked into another dimension.

“Do not speak,” he said. “Not to me. Not to her. Not to anyone about what you just saw. You are in my home, in my territory, examining my mate. And what I choose to do to her body is none of your concern the second your job is finished.”

The doctor blinked.

She blinked like she didn’t even know how blinking worked anymore.

“You will pack your bag,” Damon continued, his voice sharper now, darker. “You will not speak a word about

the scent in this room. You will not describe her slick. You will not hint at what you saw on her face or what

noises she made while you touched her. You will forget every detail that made your thighs clench while you

held that wand to her belly.”

I choked.

“I knew she liked it!” I gasped. “She kept pausing too long and breathing all weird! I knew it! I’m a freak

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