Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 124

Should I Release It Kitten?.

Should I Release It Kitten?

~Damon~

I had waited for the perfect time for her to be ready.

Not just physically. Not just wet and whimpering and begging to be filled. I’m talking ready..body, mind, soul.

Because trust me when I say this… I am a very rough Alpha. I’m not the kind of man who makes love with candlelight and soft hands. I’m not gentle. I don’t take it slow. I destroy. I break. I breed. I dominate until she forgets her own name and screams mine like it’s the only word she’s ever known.

But because of her age.

Because she’s just eighteen.

Because she’s still learning the weight of what she is.

I have been trying. Really f*****g trying.

I’ve held myself back in ways no one will ever understand. Every time I sank into her, every time I tied her

hands, pulled her hair, f****d her until she passed out from overstimulation..that was me being gentle.

That was the tame version. I know it didn’t feel like it to her. I know she thought that was the beast. But it

wasn’t.

That wasn’t even close.

I know some of you might be wondering how the hell what we’ve already done could possibly be considered

gentle. All the s*x we’ve had. All the ways I’ve used her. Broken her with my knot. That couldn’t have been

gentle, right?

For me it was.

I have been holding back so much more than she can even imagine. I have been suppressing the real hunger.

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The real need. The shift that snarls under my skin every time she cries into a pillow or begs for my c**k while trembling on her knees.

Right now, in this room, in this moment..I’m trying.

I’m trying my f*****g best not to let the beast out.

But it’s hard. So hard I can feel the edge of my bones humming with restraint. My claws are already pushing

against the tips of my fingers.

My canines are dragging against my tongue.

My eyes keep threatening to burn gold.

My control is breaking and the only thing holding me together is her voice in my head begging me.

She’s leaking from her t**s. Her belly is swollen from the pups bred into her. Her moans are muffled. Her n*****s are clamped and aching. Her entire body is flushed and shaking and ready.

And still, I’m trying.

I’m inside her. Painfully holding back every instinct screaming at me to ruin her. Her p***y is so tight around

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my c**k it’s like she’s begging me to let go. Her body clenches around me with every inch I give her and I can feel it..her need, her surrender, her obedience.

She’s ready.

But I’m still trying to protect her.

I’m grinding into her slow, pushing my knot against her without fully forcing it in yet. I’m stroking her clit in gentle circles, dragging out the torment. I’m whispering in her ear, not growling. I’m saying.

“Don’t c*m yet, kitten. Daddy’s not done,” when what I want to say is, “You’re about to meet the monster I’ve

caged for you.”

I’m trying not to f*****g shift.

Because if I do? If I give in?

Because if I do..if I give in, even for a second, even for a breath..there will be no going back. No easing into it. No gentle touches or careful words. No restraints to protect her from me. No soft praise. No patient teasing.

If I give in, the cuffs will snap. I won’t undo them..I’ll break them. I’ll rip the leather from her wrists, throw the gag across the room, and replace it with my hand around her throat.

If I give in, she won’t get Daddy. She’ll get the beast.

The part of me I’ve kept locked up. The one that doesn’t ask. Doesn’t wait. Doesn’t listen. The one that takes.

That f***s until she’s limp.

And the worst part?

She’ll love it..

I know she will. I know because every time I tell her to wait, to breathe, to be patient, she cries for more. Every

time I tell her no, her cunt clenches tighter. Every time I spank her and make her say thank you, her body lights up like she was made for this.

And maybe she was.

Maybe I was never supposed to have a soft Omega.

She’s trembling. She’s glowing. She’s f*****g beautiful.

And I want to wreck her.

I want to pull the gag out and hear her beg me to shift. I want her to scream my name while I take her like a feral beast. I want to bite down on her throat while I knot her so hard she sobs and begs me to stop even as

she begs me not to pull out.

I want to hear her say it..say Daddy, I’m yours. Daddy, break me. Daddy, show me the real you.

Because once I do?

Once I let go of the leash I’ve held this entire

There won’t be cuffs strong enough. There won’t be a bed that survives. There won’t be a safe w

saves her.

There will only be my c**k. My teeth. My knot. My rage. My love.

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And her.

Her swollen belly.

Her leaking t**s.

Her broken moans.

Her ruined cunt stuffed full of everything I give her.

Her body trembling in my arms as I kiss the tears off her cheeks and f**k her through every last scream.

And when I’m done..when I’ve poured every last drop of c*m into her womb and marked her so deeply she

forgets any name but mine–I’ll hold her. I’ll clean her. I’ll praise her.

I’ll whisper good girl, and mean it with every savage part of me.

And if she asks for more?

If she looks up at me with that tear–streaked face and says again, Daddy?

I’ll give her more.

And more.

And more.

Because once the beast comes out, he doesn’t stop.

“I am trying so hard to control myself, kitten. You have no idea what it’s costing me. Every single moan that slips past your gag, every time your p***y squeezes around my c**k like it’s trying to suck me deeper.”

“And I am trying..Moon, I am f*****g trying..not to snap. Not to shift. Not to ruin you. But the beast inside me is pacing. Scratching. Laughing”

Because it knows the truth.

It knows you’re ready.

“You have no idea how hard I’m fighting this,” I whisper. “You think I’ve been rough with you? You think Daddy’s already broken you?”

“I’ve been gentle, kitten,” I growl. “Every time I f****d you, every time I knotted you, every time I bent you over and claimed your tight little cunt, I held back. Because of your age. Because you’re still learning. Because you don’t know what I’m capable of.”

“I am trying to protect you,” I snarl into your ear. “But you’re making it so hard. You’re moaning like a w***e. I can feel it in your body–you want the monster.”

My bones are aching. My claws are already pushing at my skin. My jaw is tightening with the pressure of my canines lengthening. My eyes are starting to glow. My vision is going gold at the edges. My c**k is twitching so hard inside you I can barely stay still.

“I want to shift please kitten”

“I want to break the cuffs off your wrists. I want to rip the gag out of your mouth and shove my fi your throat while I f**k you so deep you forget what breathing feels like.

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“I want to bite you. Hard. I want to sink my teeth into your neck and claim you again until your blood sings my

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name.

“I want to tear you apart and put you back together with every drop of c*m I pour into your womb.

“I want to mark you. Breed you. Knot you so wide open it takes days for your p***y to close again“.

And the worst part is–I know you want it too.

I grip the edge of the bench to stop myself from tearing into her hips. My claws dig into the wood. My control is hanging by a thread. One moan. One word. That’s all it would take.

And then it happened.

“Daddy,” you cry. “Please. Please don’t hold back. I want all of you. I want to feel the real you.”

“What did you just say, kitten?” I asked softly, every word drawn out through gritted teeth. “Tell me again.”

I didn’t move. I didn’t push. I didn’t shift.

I lifted one hand and brushed her damp hair gently off her face, my fingers tracing her cheek with the kind of care I rarely let myself show. My other hand gripped the edge of the bench so hard that the wood split beneath my palm, but I didn’t let that part of me take over.

Not yet.

“Are you sure?” I whispered.

“Are you absolutely sure you want this?”

I kissed the side of her face, just beneath the edge of the blindfold. I let my lips linger. I let her feel me. I let her know I was still here, still present, still giving her the choice she always had.

“I won’t force you,” I said, my voice steady even though every muscle in my body was screaming to move.” Even now. Even like this. I won’t take what you’re not ready to give”

“I can hold you. I can slow down. I can stop everything if that’s what you want. Just say the word and I’ll pull out. I’ll carry you upstairs. I’ll wrap you in blankets and kiss your shoulders until you fall asleep.”

She didn’t speak.

Not immediately.