Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 2

Lyra~

I sat at the edge of the bed like a fucking ghost.

Legs pressed tight together. Toes curling against the carpet.

Eyes locked on my own reflection like I didn’t recognize the girl staring back at me.

My skin was flushed.

My cheeks pink.

My nipples hard enough to show through the tank top.

And between my thighs?

A constant, pulsing ache. So swollen I could feel my heartbeat in my clit.

I looked ruined.

Fucked.

And he hadn’t even touched me yet.

All he’d done was look.

One stare from that balcony and my body turned to heat.

One fucking smirk and I’d nearly creamed my panties in the goddamn pool.

I couldn’t stop seeing it.

The way he stood there..shirtless, sword glinting in the sun, like some ancient fucking god made of violence and testosterone.

The way his eyes devoured me.

No smile. Just hunger.

Then that smirk.

That promise.

It was the kind of look that said he knew.

What I smelled like.

What I tasted like.

What I’d do for him if he just crooked a finger.

I should’ve looked away.

I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

He had me already.

“Lyra.”

Tasha’s voice snapped through the silence.

I jerked, blinking at her as she stepped out of the en-suite, towel clinging to her hips, droplets of water sliding down her bare tits like pearls down silk.

Her nipples were perky and hard. Her tits…fucking perfect. Plump. Upturned. Freckled with droplets. She looked like a p**n star in a summer movie.

“What are you even doing?” she giggled. “You’ve been staring at yourself like a serial killer for ten minutes.”

“I wasn’t..” I cleared my throat, forcing my thighs apart a little, trying to cool the heat pulsing between them. “Just… zoning out.”

Tasha rolled her eyes and dropped the towel with zero shame, standing there in nothing but a lacy pink thong while she rummaged through her drawer. Her tits bounced with every move—bare, jiggly, happy as fuck to be seen.

She didn’t care that I was staring.

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