Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 125

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Daddy’s Kitten

~Lyra~

The second he shifted, I felt it hit me like a f*****g train. Not just in my cunt, not just in my swollen belly or

my aching, clamped n*****s and I felt it everywhere.

In my f*****g soul. In the marrow of my bones.

His body cracked. His fangs pushed through. His claws scratched the desk.

And I moaned so loud the sound bounced off the walls and came right back into my throat.

My mouth was soaked with drool. My p***y was stretched open and twitching around his c**k, but the second the beast inside Damon came out, I knew I hadn’t been f****d yet. Not really.

Everything before this had been the warm–up. This was the moment he stopped pretending to be careful. And

I wanted it. I wanted all of it.

He didn’t speak.

He growled.

A noise that rumbled from his chest and shook the desk I was bent over.

“f**k,” he snarled, and I swear to the f*****g Moon, the sound of it made my clit pulse like it could hear him.

He slammed into me so hard the wood cracked beneath my hips. My t**s bounced. My scream ripped out like a f*****g orgasm in sound form.

“Damon!” I wailed, but he was already pounding again. Harder. Faster. So deep I couldn’t breathe. So brutal

the desk legs shifted. So animal it didn’t feel like s*x anymore, it felt like destruction.

His hands were everywhere. One fisted in my hair so tight it burned. The other slapped my t**s, then grabbed

it in a brutal squeeze until I cried out from the mix of pain and pure f*****g need.

Milk squirted down my belly and onto the desk. He moaned. He moaned. A raw, f****d–out, low groan that

sounded like a monster cumming inside me already.

“Fuck..fuck…your t**s,” he grunted through clenched teeth, biting down on my shoulder while his knot

slammed against my p***y with each stroke. “You’re leaking like a good little bitch..take it–f*****g take it-”

I was taking it. But I was sobbing. Screaming. Cumming. My body was jerking with every thrust. My p***y was

milking his c**k like it was made for it. My ass was burning from the slaps. My n*****s were screaming from

the clamps. And still I cried, “More–Damon–please–more–don’t stop..”

He flipped me not on my belly cause he was careful.

He didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. He just reached down, tore the cuffs, and flipped me onto my back with a snarl

that shook the room. My legs spread wide on instinct.

My belly curved between us. His c**k didn’t even slide out, he just rammed in harder from the front. His eyes were gold. His long tongue dragged across my t**s. His fingers reached down and slammed two fingers into my clit so hard I choked.

“f**k–f**k–f**k–I’m gonna break you,” he growled, his voice shaking with lust and rage and love and

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everything he’d been holding back. “I’m gonna knot you so deep you’ll taste it in your throat

“Do it,” I sobbed. “Do it, Damon. Ruin me.”

He slapped my other tit, hard, then bent down and bit it. I screamed. My p***y clenched. My orgasm detonated again and I swear to f**k, I almost passed out.

The desk cracked again. My hips slammed against the wood with every thrust. I was sliding in my own sweat, my own milk, my own c*m. His c**k twitched inside me. His knot swelled.

And then he knotted.

Hard.

The pop. The stretch. The lock.

“f**k–f**k–I’m cumming–f**k, Lyra–I’m f*****g-” his voice was gone. All that came out of him were moans as his c**k exploded inside me, shooting thick, hot c*m straight into my womb while my p***y stretched around his knot like it was desperate to be filled.

I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t breathe.

My eyes rolled back.

And still he moaned into my mouth, biting my bottom lip as he pumped more and more and more.

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“Mine,” he snarled. “My Omega. My b***h. My knot. My pups.”

My hands clawed down his back. My legs wrapped around his waist. My cunt spasmed over and over, gushing down our thighs as his knot swelled and locked us together tighter than before.

“I’m not done,” he growled against my neck, licking the sweat off my collarbone. “Not even f*****g close. You think I waited all this time just to give you one load? No. No, kitten. The beast is out now.”

My legs were still trembling when he pulled out of me slowly, carefully, like he wasn’t done but needed to

reposition me before he f****d me into oblivion.

I was leaking. I was ruined. I was stretched wide and full of his c*m, but his eyes were still glowing and his c**k was still hard and knotted and hungry.

He looked at me like a goddamn meal. Like he was about to feast on every inch of me, again and again, until I

couldn’t remember what it felt like to be untouched.

And the way he moved me..fuck, it was terrifying and beautiful all at once.

“On your side, kitten,” he murmured. “Nice and soft. Let Daddy keep that belly safe while I break you open

again.”

He positioned me gently on my side, one leg curled over his arm, the other stretched out, belly free, body

open.

My hands were still bound, but now they rested above my head, helpless and twitching. My leaking t**s were exposed.

My p***y was puffy and pink and wet and still twitching from the last knot, and the way he looked at it,like it was dessert, dinner, salvation and destruction all in one made me moan out loud.

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And then he smirked.

That slow, dark, Damon smirk that always meant something filthy was coming.

He reached to the side and

Honey.

Dark, thick, dripping honey.

back with a small golden bottle.

“What.what are you…” I gasped, but he was already pouring it.

Warm golden syrup hit my t**s in slow, sticky rivers, sliding over my n*****s, down the curve of my belly, pooling in the valley between my breasts. My breath caught. My cunt clenched. My n*****s throbbed and sprayed a small squirt of milk through the honey and Damon growled.

He didn’t just lick it.

He devoured me.

He buried his mouth between my t**s and sucked one swollen n****e so deep into his mouth I screamed. He

bit. He licked.

He sucked until honey and milk dripped down his chin and smeared his jaw. His tongue was f*****g

everywhere – swirling, flicking, pulling.

He didn’t stop. He moaned into my chest like he was starving, like my body was feeding him something he’d

never tasted before.

“Così dolce… puttana mia… latte e miele…” he groaned in a language I didn’t understand, and f**k me, I didn’t need to understand it…it felt filthy. It felt ancient. It felt like he was casting a f*****g s*x spell on me while

sucking the life from my t**s.

“What does that mean…“I panted.

He didn’t answer.

He slapped my ass. Hard. So hard my entire body jolted and I gasped, but it only made my p***y drip even

more.

Then he grabbed the bottle of honey again.

And this time?

He poured it straight between my thighs.

It hit my clit first, then ran in thick, slow lines down my p***y lips, between my folds, all the way to my

asshole.

I moaned so loud it echoed. My body twisted. My p***y clenched and clenched again, already beggin for

him.

And then he bit the inside of my thigh.

Hard.

I screamed.

But his mouth was already on my cunt.

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He growled Into me, tongue dragging through the honey–soaked folds, slurping it like it was the best fig

nectar he’d ever tasted.

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