Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 69

Run With Me

Run With Me

~Lyra~

He stepped closer, slow and dangerous, until my back hit the counter and his chest was pressed against mine, warm and hard and possessive.

One of his hands curled around my jaw, tilting my face up so I had to look at him. His other hand rested low

on my hip, fingers digging in like he wanted to leave bruises there. Ownership marks.

His thumb traced my bottom lip slowly, and his voice dropped to that gravel–dark whisper that always made

my toes curl and my thoughts vanish.

“Just give me the go–ahead, kitten,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine like he was trying to crawl

into my soul. “Please, I would make Marcus pay for hurting you. For hurting what’s mine.”

Oh my God.

That word again.

Mine.

I swear my p***y clenched so hard I almost folded. My breath caught. My entire body went hot and cold at

once. Because Damon wasn’t asking like a guy trying to be sweet. He was begging like a man who needed violence the way he needed oxygen.

I smirked. Slowly. Deliberately.

I leaned closer, licked my lips like a f*****g villainess in a porno, and said, “And what would you do to him,

Daddy?”

His whole body froze.

Like I’d just pressed a detonator on something feral living inside him.

And then he growled.

Loud. Deep. From his chest. Like he was trying not to break something.

He grabbed the back of my neck tighter, not enough to hurt but enough to make my brea

eyes darkened like someone had dropped night into his bloodstream.

utter, and his

“What would I do to him?” he repeated, voice like black velvet soaked in gasoline. “I’d start with his hands.

The ones he used to touch you. I’d break them. Slowly. One bone at a time. Then I’d make him look at you–at

the girl he betrayed–and tell you exactly what he did. Word for word. While I made sure he pissed himself

from fear.”

I gasped.

Like actually gasped.

And not from fear. No. From pure f*****g heat. Because holy s**t, what was wrong with me? Why was that hot? Why was revenge kink suddenly my new favorite thing?

My thighs squeezed together again. My heart was thudding like a speaker on max volume. I was pretty sure if he kept talking like that, I was going to come just from listening.

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“And after that?” I asked, because I couldn’t help it. Because I needed more. Because I was sick, apparently. ”

What then?”

Damon leaned in until his lips brushed my ear, and his hand slid lower, gripping the back of my thigh and pulling me into him so I could feel the thick, hard proof of how much he meant every word.

“I’d make him beg for me to stop,” he said, voice a whisper but sharp enough to cut. “And I wouldn’t. Not until you smiled, kitten. Not until I saw you watching and smiling while I destroyed the boy who dared to make you

cry.”

And I swear on every goddamn cell in my body—I moaned.

Right there. No shame. No filter. Just a full, breathy, brain–dead moan because that was it. That was the line.

That was the one that did it. I was gone.

“You’re sick,” I whispered, dragging my hands up his chest, feeling every tense muscle, every inch of

controlled violence waiting to be unleashed. “You are literally sick in the head.”

“I am,” he agreed, grabbing my ass now, pulling me against his c**k like he was about to bend me over the kitchen counter and f**k the word ex out of my memory. “And you love it.”

“I do,” I whispered back, biting my lip because I couldn’t help it. “I love it so much it’s honestly concerning.

Like, I probably need therapy, but instead I have you. So we’re just gonna roll with it.”

His mouth curved into the kind of smile that came before destruction.

“f**k therapy,” Damon said darkly, and then he leaned down, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck, right

where my pulse was hammering like it was trying to warn me he was about to do something reckless.

His lips dragged slowly up my skin, hot and possessive and perfect, and then he murmured, “You need something better than talking, kitten. You need a run.”

I froze.

Like actually froze, because what the hell did he just say?

“A run?” I repeated, pulling back to look at him like he’d just suggested we go join a yoga class in the middle

of a war zone. “As in… outside? With legs?”

He smirked. That smug, dangerous, Alpha smirk that made me want to slap him and suck nim at the same

time.

“Yes. A run,” he said calmly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Through the woods. Fast. Free.

You need to shift, Lyra. You need to let your wolf breathe.”

I stared at him for a long second, blinking slowly like maybe if I took enough time to process, this moment

would start making sense.

And then I lost it.

I straight up flailed my arms, took a step back, and went full chaos.

“No,” I said immediately, and very loudly. “Absolutely not. Do you know who you’re talking to right now? Because I don’t think you do. Damon, you’re an Alpha. Like, the Alpha. Savage, terrifying, neck–breaking type Alpha. And I think–just a wild little guess here—you know what I am!”

He just raised one brow. “And what are you, kitten?”

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“Oh my God,” I hissed, pacing now because of course I was. My thoughts were moving at eighty miles per

hour and I needed to move with them.

“I’m an Omega. An unmarked. Oh wait scratch that, I forgot you f*****g bit me when we f****d. He smirked

when I said it as I continued.

“I am unstable, slightly traumatized, probably–going–into–heat again cause I can feel it. Do you have any idea what happens when an Omega goes running with a horny Alpha in the woods?! That’s not a run, that’s foreplay with bark.”

He chuckled.

Not laughed.

Chuckled.

Like he thought it was cute that I was spiraling and melting down like my entire reproductive system wasn’t already clenching at the idea of being chased.

“And who told you I was horny kitten” he muttered with a smirk.

“Oh please. Cut the act Damon. I f*****g know you too well”

“I won’t touch you,” he said, still calm. Still smug. Still very much the problem. “Unless you want me to.”

“Unless I want you to?” I shrieked, because what the hell kind of loophole Alpha logic was that? “Damon, do you have any idea what I’d do if you chased me through the woods? I’d fall. I’d whimper. I’d trip over a log and beg you to f**k me against it. I wouldn’t survive two minutes!”

His grin spread like sin across his face, and I could see it–clear as day–the hunger in his eyes, the way his body tensed like he wanted me to say yes, the way his wolf was already pacing under his skin, waiting.

“That’s the point,” he said softly. “You need to be hunted.”

And oh my God.

That was it.

That was the line that broke me.

My thighs squeezed so tight I almost gave myself a cramp. My hands flew to my hair. My whole body was hot. Like, stupid hot. Like maybe–l–should–jump–out–the–window hot. Because what kind of line was that? What kind of man said that with a straight face and expected me to stay calm?

“I hate you,” I whispered dramatically, already knowing I was going to say yes. “Like ger. sick. You’re dangerous. You’re going to ruin me.”

y hate you. You’re

“I already have,” he said, stepping closer until his mouth was right against mine. “Now run, kitten. Before I change my mind and take you right here instead.”

And I swear to God–I whimpered.

Because part of me wanted to run.

But the other part?

The filthy, needy, Omega part?

Wanted to be caught. He growled as he caught me starting into space in thoughts.

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“s**t, Lyra,” he growled under his breath, taking one step closer like he couldn’t help himself anymore, like he was trying not to pounce right here in the kitchen. “You don’t even know what you do to me, do you?”

I blinked up at him, breathing way too fast for someone who was still fully clothed and allegedly safe inside

her house.

My palms were sweaty. My thighs were sticky. My brain was just looping one sentence on repeat: Do not say

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