Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 23

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The knock came again.

BANG, BANG. BANG.

“Open the f*****g door, b***h! We gotta pee!”

Voices. Drunk. Loud. Slutty.

I scrambled off the counter, but my legs buckled as soon as my feet hit the floor. My p***y still spasmed with the ghost of my orgasm, and my clit was so sensitive it hurt.

“s**t,” I whispered under my breath, grabbing the counter for balance.

I wiped myself with shaking hands, but it was useless. I was still wet. Still leaking. My inner thighs were glossy. My scent filled the room like heat.

Damon.

His name pulsed through my chest again.

I bent quickly, grabbed the ruined panties from the floor, stared at the soaked fabric for a second, then

shoved them into the trash like they were evidence.

Another knock.

Louder this time.

“You dead in there or just drowning in your own c*m?” one of the girls laughed from outside.

My face burned.

I ran a hand through my hair, yanked my dress down over my ass, shoved my t**s back into place, then

staggered to the door.

My hand hesitated over the lock.

I wasn’t ready.

But I didn’t have a choice.

I clicked it open.

The second the door swung, two girls pushed forward like they were ready to fight f

second they saw me, they stopped.

They f*****g stared.

Eyes dragging over every inch of me like I was a porn scene come to life.

e toilet..but the

My flushed cheeks.

My parted lips.

My glossy thighs.

My dress wrinkled. My t**s barely contained. My breathing ragged.

One of them raised an eyebrow.

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“Ohhhh, damn,” she whispered, eyes locking on my trembling legs. “You were touching your p***y in there, weren’t you?”

Her friend gasped, then grinned.

“That’s why you were moaning like a w***e! I told you it wasn’t a guy. That was some solo slut shit.”

“Shut the f**k up,” I muttered, trying to push past them, but they didn’t move.

The taller one stepped closer.

She reeked of tequila and s*x. Her eyes dropped to my chest.

“You’re still hard,” she said, voice low. “Your f*****g n*****s are poking through your dress like they wanna say

hi.”

Her friend leaned against the doorframe, licking her lips.

“I bet your p***y’s still twitching too. Want us to check?”

I froze.

The look in her eyes wasn’t a joke.

She meant it.

“I… I’m just looking for my friend,” I said, but my voice came out thin. Weak. Like I was trying to convince myself.

The shorter girl leaned in, so close I could smell the alcohol on her breath.

“Was it that Alpha?” she asked. “The one with the black jacket? The one who looked like he wanted to f**k you in the hallway?”

I didn’t answer.

My thighs clenched.

My slick dripped again.

“Oh, f**k,” the taller one whispered. “You’re still leaking.”

She bent down suddenly.

My heart slammed.

She sniffed.

No f*****g way.

“Yup,” she said, voice sultry. “That’s definitely cunt slick. You came hard in there, didn’t you?”

I turned my face away. My cheeks were on fire.

The shorter girl reached down and touched my thigh.

Two fingers.

A slow swipe.

Then she licked them.

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“Mmm,” she moaned.

“f**k off,” I snapped, shoving them both aside.

But not before the taller one smirked and said,

“Don’t act like you don’t want it. You were in there screaming Daddy like a little heat–struck Omega. Every b***h in the hallway heard.”

I pushed harder.

Stumbled out into the corridor.

My skin was burning. My breath short. My pulse racing like I’d been caught in something I wasn’t supposed

to survive.

Behind me, I heard more giggles.

“Hope he gives you the real thing next time, slut!” one of them called.

“Yeah,” the other laughed. “We wanna hear what you sound like with a c**k in you.”

I didn’t turn back.

Because they were right.

I wanted that c**k.

His c**k.

I wanted Damon to bend me over that counter, slap my ass, shove himself inside and f**k the rest of my shame out until I couldn’t feel anything but him.

I stumbled forward.

Feet moving without direction.

Just one thought in my head.

Find Tasha.

Before I lose my f*****g mind.

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I didn’t walk.

I stumbled.

Shaky legs, burning thighs, panties long gone, and every step making my p***y throb like it was remembering everything. Like it missed his voice. His f*****g scent.

I could still feel the counter under me. His breath that i imagined in my ear. That teasing growl in his voice

when he said Daddy.

God.

Why the f**k did that turn me on so much?

I gritted my teeth and forced myself to move, weaving through the crowd, head low, face flushed, hands trembling.

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Find Tasha.

Just find her.

She’ll know what to do. She’ll say something bitchy and loud and ridiculous and ground me before I climb back up those stairs and beg that man to touch me again.

But the longer I looked, the louder the music got, the more faces blurred together like a drunk slideshow of lust and sweat and teeth, the worse it got. I was starting to drown in it. In the f*****g heat between my legs, in the aching throb of my clit, in the mess he made of me.

And then I saw her.

No one else at this party had t**s like that.

Leather crop top stretched tight across her chest like it was about to give out, curls wild and sticking to her neck with sweat, a red cup in each hand like she was double–fisting life.

She was dancing with some guy who clearly thought he had a chance. He didn’t. She was in her own world.

But I needed her.

I pushed through the bodies, my fingers brushing sweaty arms, sticky backs, perfume–thick air. When I reached her, I tapped her shoulder hard, breath still shallow.

She turned around.

And blinked like I was spinning.

Or maybe she was.

Either way, she squinted at me with a dazed grin. “Heeyyyy, baby girl,” she slurred. “You good?”

No.

No, I wasn’t.

I was soaked and f****d up and couldn’t stop smelling him even though he was gone. My cunt still pulsed

every

time I thought about him. My n*****s were still stiff like they hadn’t realized we were done.

“I’m looking for Tasha,” I said quickly, leaning in so I didn’t have to yell over the music. “Tall. Redhead. Booty shorts. Probably letting some guy eat her out by now?”

She burst out laughing. Full–body, head–thrown–back laughing.

Oh God.

“What’s funny?” I asked, heat creeping up my neck.

She grinned, eyes glassy with alcohol and sin. “Babe, she’s upstairs.”

My stomach tightened. “Upstairs?”

“Yeah.” She gestured with her cup, almost spilling it all over herself, “Red light room. Third door on the right. I passed by and I swear to God, she was moaning so loud I thought someone was murdering her pussy.”

I blinked. “She’s okay?”

She leaned in, conspiratoria!. “Oh, she’s more than okay. Girl’s getting her walls realigned.”

My mouth opened.

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Nothing came out.

“Three guys,” she whispered. “Or four. I couldn’t count with all the grunting.”

Jesus f*****g Christ.

I stared at her, frozen in place. Not because I was shocked. But because…Goddamn it.

I was jealous.

Not of the guys.

Not even of the noises.

But because at least Tasha was being touched.

At least she was getting f****d.

And me?

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I was walking through this goddamn house like a ghost, dripping from a man who didn’t even stay to finish the job. A man who left me panting on a bathroom counter with nothing but my fingers, my shame, and my ruined panties in the trash.

I nodded. “Thanks.”

She winked, then leaned in again. “Tell her to save a d**k for me!”

I forced a laugh, turned away, and headed for the stairs. My skin still felt too tight. My dress clung to me like

it knew what I’d done. My thighs were glossy again, my steps heavy, and the worst part?

Every person I passed could probably smell it on me.

Could probably smell him.

Could probably tell I’d been played with and left unfinished.

And yet all I could think was. Damon.

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The music got quieter the higher I climbed. Or maybe it was just getting drowned out by the pounding of my own heart. I could feel it thudding in my throat, in my cunt, in every f*****g nerve ending that was already

oversensitized.

Red light.

She said red light room.

I stopped outside the third door on the right. My hand hovered over the knob.

My chest was rising and falling too fast. I could smell sweat, s*x, something disgusting. My skin prickled. The scent was thick enough to taste.

I swallowed and opened the door