Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 5

~Lyra~

That night, I couldn’t take it anymore.

Tasha passed out early, curled in a silk robe on her massive bed, mumbling about hangovers and cousins and how she’d totally fuck Nico if he didn’t flirt with everything that moved.

I didn’t answer.

I didn’t breathe.

Because my skin was on fire.

And the only thing I could think about was him.

Damon Thornvale.

Watching me from that balcony like he already owned every inch of me.

Like he knew I’d let him fuck me in the pool if he crooked a finger.

Like I’d crawl to him…naked, dripping, on my knees..if he told me to.

The house was quiet.

Silent.

But I could feel him.

In the walls.

In the air.

In the throb between my legs that refused to die.

I slipped out of bed, my breath shallow, my skin flushed. I grabbed a towel..not to use, just to look normal. And I padded barefoot down the hall.

Not a sound.

Not a creak.

I reached the bathroom and locked the door behind me.

Then I turned on the shower.

Scalding.

Steam curled around me instantly, fogging the mirror, kissing my neck, dragging down my spine like invisible fingers.

I dropped the towel.

Stood naked.

And stared at myself.

Nipples tight.

Breasts flushed.

Thighs glistening with arousal before the water even hit me.

My pussy was already slick. So wet it clung to my inner thighs like syrup.

So swollen it looked obscene.

I stepped into the shower and braced my hands on the tile.

Let the water pour down my back.

Let the steam soak into my bones.

But it didn’t help.

It didn’t burn it away.

Because my thoughts?

They were pure filth.

Daddy.

That’s what I called him in my head.

Not Damon.

Not Mr. Thornvale.

Not Alpha.

Just Daddy.

Because that’s what he was.

The man who watched me like prey.

The man who made my cunt pulse just by existing.

The man I wanted to ruin me.

I thought about his voice…deep, slow, the kind that slid between your legs before your brain could stop it.

I imagined him behind me.

Hot breath at my neck.

Big hands on my hips.

That voice…right at my ear.

“You like touching yourself for Daddy, don’t you, little Omega?”

My legs nearly gave out.

I slid my hand between my thighs.

And gasped.

I was soaked.

My folds throbbed. My clit pulsed like it was begging. I was tender. Swollen. Needy.

One slow circle of my fingers and I almost cried.

Another…and I moaned.

My hips jerked. My mouth fell open. My knees buckled.

I was fucking desperate.

I whispered his name.

“Daddy…”

The steam swirled.

The water roared.

And I didn’t stop.

My fingers moved faster.

Harder.

I was panting. Whimpering. Dripping.

“Please, Daddy…”

Then.

I heard it.

A breath.

Low. Rough. Male.

Outside the door.

I froze.

My fingers stopped. My heart slammed against my ribs. My eyes widened.

The water drowned everything else, but that sound?

That breath?

I knew it.

I turned off the water slowly.

The steam hissed.

I grabbed the towel. Wrapped it around my soaked body. My thighs trembled as I stepped out onto the tile.

The mirror was fogged.

The room was hot.

But I could feel the cold air from the hallway seeping in through the crack in the door.

I reached for the handle.

Pulled.

The hallway was empty.

But the floor?

Wet.

Huge.

Bare footprints.

Leading away.

Slow.

Predator’s pace.

My cunt clenched so hard I whimpered.

He’d been there.

He’d heard me.

He watched me moan his name and touch my pussy like a slut for him in the dark.

And he’d walked away.

Left no trace.

No voice.

Just a fucking warning.

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