Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 21

The Stranger’s Claim

~Lyra~

I needed air. I needed space. I needed to stop shaking long enough to think.

But f**k

I bumped into someone

And when I say someone, I mean a wall of heat and muscle

My body smacked right into him, chest to chest, like I had summoned him without meaning to.

I backed up just enough to look up and then I f*****g froze

He was taller than Damon. And honestly he wasn’t just tall

He was massive

Not bulky in that gym rat way, but dangerous

Shoulders wide enough to block the goddamn hallway. Arms veined and strong, biceps straining the sleeves

of his black tee like he’d rip through it if he so much as clenched.

But it wasn’t just the muscles that had me shaking.

Oh folks my eyes went down and then I saw it

His c**k

My f*****g God

It was there

Hard

Thick

Heavy

And so f*****g visible it made my breath catch

He was wearing black jeans

But they didn’t hide s**t

That monster was straining against the denim, outlined in full detail like it wanted me to know

Long

Wide

Curved slightly to the left

The ridge of the head was pushing against the zipper like it wanted out and my brain short–circuited trying to imagine what it would look like bare

What it would feel like slamming into me.

What it would do to my already soaked cunt

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I could barely breathe. Wait hold up!!! This was a f*****g stranger.

I could feel the fabric of my dress sticking to my thighs from the slick leaking down them

And he knew

He f*****g knew

He looked down at me like I was dessert and he hadn’t eaten in weeks

His jaw was tight

His lips full and set in a line that said he was holding back..barely

“Easy pumpkin“he said, voice low and deep.

I backed up, just a little, but his hand was already there. One arm slid out, steadying me, palm grazing my waist, fingers splaying just over my hip

I gasped

He didn’t flinch

Just looked down at me

And sniffed

Sniffed

My stomach dropped

His nostrils flared like a predator tasting the air

And his gaze darkened instantly

“You’re Omega,” he said as he sniffed.

That’s what he said. Low. Slow. Like a goddamn sentence being passed.

His eyes burned straight through my skin, past the fabric of my dress, through every layer of defense I didn’t

have.

He could see it.

He could f*****g smell it.

And I felt like I was about to combust.

I wanted to lie. I wanted to laugh and say no. I wanted to run. Except my legs were jelly. My spine was gone. My thighs were glued together like I was trying to hold back a flood and it wasn’t working.

He leaned in and I swear I stopped breathing. His mouth came so close to my ear I could feel the heat of it against my skin. My knees nearly gave out when he spoke again.

“I knew it the second you

touched me.”

“Unmarked,” he whispered, like it was the dirtiest word he’d ever said. “And soaking through that pretty little

dress.”

My body betrayed me. I whimpered. My fingers curled tighter around the cup in my hand until it crumpled like

paper.

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The Stranger’s Claim “You’re trembling,” he said.

I wasn’t just trembling.

I was f*****g unraveling.

“…” My voice cracked. I didn’t even know what I was trying to say. I wasn’t okay. My body was screaming yes. My brain was melting. My thighs were clenched and aching. My n*****s were hard. I was wet. So wet. So wet !

wanted to scream.

He pulled back just far enough to look down at me again. He didn’t even try to hide it. His eyes dragged down my body like a tongue. He stared at my chest, at my stiff n*****s under the mesh. At my hips. At my legs.

He saw everything.

“You’re a mess,” he said, and his voice was so dark I wanted to cry. “A desperate, dripping, trembling little Omega trying to pretend she’s not two seconds from begging.”

I gasped. I felt it in my cunt. The way he said it. I felt it right between my legs.

“I’m not..”

“You are,” he cut in.

“You walked into this party unmarked, smelling like slick, and now you’re looking at me like I’m the first man you’ve ever wanted to get on your knees for.”

I couldn’t speak.

My body was shaking too hard. My breath was coming too fast. My thighs rubbed together and made it

worse.

“You haven’t been claimed,” he said.

His hand ghosted over my hip, fingers not touching, just hovering. The heat of him alone made my stomach

twist.

“No scent on you. No bite on your neck. No Alpha c**k inside you to keep you in line.”

“Please,” I breathed, but I didn’t even know what I was asking for.

His hand moved up. Grazed my ribs. The fabric of my dress was soaked there too. Sticking to my skin like a second, thinner skin.

He was so close. Too close. I could smell him. I could feel him. And I wanted him to touch me so badly my whole body ached from it.

“You want me to stop?” he asked, voice low and soft now. “Tell me.”

I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.

He smiled.

“Didn’t think so.”

His fingers brushed my jaw, light, teasing, maddening.

“You’ve never been f****d properly, have you?”

I blinked. My lips parted. I felt my breath catch.

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“You’ve had fingers maybe. Maybe a c**k once. But never like this. Never ruined. Never marked. Never made

to scream until your throat’s raw and your p***y’s leaking down your thighs for hours after.”

“God,” I whimpered, because it was true. He didn’t even know me. But he knew me.

He leaned in again. This time his lips brushed my ear.

“I’d split you open on this floor,” he whispered. “I’d f**k you so hard you’d forget who brought you here.”

My knees buckled.

He caught me.

Held me up with one arm. Pressed me to his chest.

And f**k. I could feel his c**k against my stomach now. Hard. It pulsed through his jeans. It was right there. I didn’t even want to think about how wet I was. How fast my pulse was going. How my body was begging to

be taken.

“You smell like need,” he growled. “And I haven’t even touched your p***y yet.”

I moaned.

I f*****g moaned.

Right there. In the middle of the party. Surrounded by strangers. While he breathed against my neck and made promises he hadn’t even delivered yet.

“You need to go home, Omega,” he whispered. “Or someone’s going to put their c**k in you before the night’s

over.”

I bit my lip.

“I don’t want just anyone,” I whispered.

He paused.

And smiled.

“Good,” he said. “Because if I f**k you, you’re not walking out of this house without my scent all over you.”

I felt my thighs give up again. I had to grip his shirt to stay upright.

“You’re not leaving with that sweet little cunt untouched,” he went on. “Not after leaking like this. Not after letting me smell how badly you want it. You’re a mess, baby girl. You’re aching. You’re soaked. You’re mine if I decide I want you.”

The nerve of this f*****g stranger. I swallowed hard, trying to breathe, trying to blink, trying to pull myself back into my body.

He wasn’t even touching me.

Not really.

Just standing there, inches from my face, speaking in that voice that made me want to cry and come at the same time. Looking at me like he already owned me. Breathing me in like I was his next f*****g meal.

I couldn’t f*****g do this.

I stepped back.

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His hand didn’t stop me this time

My voice shook as i finally said

“Just stop”

He raised an eyebrow His mouth didn’t move

I cleared my throat, tried again, louder this time even though my voice cracked halfway through

“Stop Whatever your name is You’re a stranger

He didn’t flinch

“I don’t f**k strangers,” I said, like it was some kind of shield, some kind of speed cast ver body was still screaming for him. “So please.”

I looked up at him, blinking fast, chest rising and falling like f’d just run a *****rathom

“Just leave me alone.”

He didn’t say anything at first. Just stared. Like he was watching me dig a hole with my bare hands, weshme me try to bury what he’d already dug out of me

Then he stepped forward.

Not to grab me. Not to threaten.

But to look me in the eyes so closely that I couldn’t escape it.

“So you don’t f**k strangers,” he said slowly, voice soft now, but not kind, it was a hum

melody only I could hear. “But you rub your thighs together like a b***h in heat in front of one

My face burned. I took another step back

He didn’t follow. Just tilted his head and looked down at my clenched fists.

“Baby, you don’t even believe yourself.”

“I do,” I lied.

He smiled. Not wide. Just enough to let me know he saw every inch of me. Every contradiction. Every ache Every f*****g drop soaking through my dress.

“Tell your cunt that.”