Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 95

Table For Two

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Table For Two

~Lyra-

Okay so listen, I know this is going to sound crazy–and I swear I’m not even exaggerating–but the moment

that last elder walked out and the door slammed shut? I felt it.

Like not in a subtle, oh–what–a–tense–moment kind of way. No. I mean I felt it in my chest. In my throat. In my freaking p***y.

I knew what was about to happen and my legs were already trembling because Darmon was standing behind me, breathing like he had murder in his lungs and s*x in his veins, and I just kriew.

I f*****g knew he was about to lose it.

He didn’t even speak at first. He didn’t say a single word. He just stood there with his big Alpha body

radiating heat like a goddamn volcano while I sat there–still in that stupid bloody chair, still pulsing between my legs, still trying to pretend I wasn’t so horny I could cry.

And then?

Oh my God.

He slammed his hand down on the table. Not gently. Not like a little warning tap. I mean he slammed it like the table owed him money and the sound cracked through the room so hard it echoed off the walls.

I swear I jumped, and I’m not even the jumpy type, but that man has the kind of rage you can feel. Like thunder. Like punishment.

And I don’t know what’s wrong with me, honestly. I should’ve been scared, right? I should’ve been thinking about the body still bleeding on the floor or the fact that I just basically humiliated twelve ancient Alphas in

front of their own d***s.

And then it happened. Just like I knew it would. He moved. Fast. Like Alpha fast. Like one second I was sitting there all smug and satisfied and the next second I was on the table, under him, breathless.

“Don’t speak,” he growled, and I swear to the Moon, my knees almost gave out. “Don’t open that filthy little mouth unless you want me to f**k you in front of every wolf in this goddamn house.”

But I couldn’t help it. I moaned. Loud. Desperate. A whole whimper right against his chest.

And it just spilled out of me, like every thought I’d been holding in for the past hour decided to come out all at once. I looked up at him–his jaw clenched, his eyes black, his c**k already hard and pressing against my thigh–and I said it.

“I wanted you to do this the whole time,” I whispered, and yeah, I know how that sounds, but it was the truth.

“When I was sitting in that chair, Damon, I wanted you to f**k me right there while they watched. I wanted to lean forward and spread my legs and make you proud of how wet was just from speaking.”

He groaned.

And not just any groan. No, this one was like a full–body groan, like it started in his spine and ended in his c**k, and then he grabbed my waist and yanked me closer like he was about to devour me.

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“You like talking s**t, huh?” he muttered, breath hot against my throat. “You like playing with fire ki like making your Alpha hard while you sit there dripping wet in front of a f*****g council?

And I was just nodding like an i***t. Like, yes, Daddy, I do. I love it, I love the power. I love the danger. I love that I made you this hard just by using my voice.

And then I opened my mouth again because clearly I have no self–control and I said, “You don’t understand how wet I am right now. I’m soaked. Like ruined–the–chair kind of soaked. I could’ve slid down that seat if i wasn’t gripping the sides so tight trying not to moan in front of those dusty old Alphas.”

That was it.

That was the f*****g moment he snapped.

He didn’t just touch me. He grabbed me. One hand under my thigh, the other pushing my skirt up so rough I

swear it ripped.

And I didn’t care. Not even a little. I wanted it ripped. I wanted everything off. I wanted to be bare and ruined and f****d on that table until I forgot how to speak.

But nope.

I didn’t shut up.

Because the moment he pulled my panties aside and ran two fingers up my slit, I moaned–loud, filthy, desperate–and then I said, “You feel that? That’s for you, Damon. All of it. Every drop. Every f*****g tremble. I’ve been dripping for you since the second I smelled your anger. I’ve been waiting for you to bend me over and teach those old bastards what happens when a Luna uses her voice.”

He groaned again, but this time it sounded like he was about to break something.

“Say it,” he whispered, voice shaking like he was holding back the whole goddamn apocalypse. “Say who you belong to.”

And I said it.

Loud.

Clear.

With my whole goddamn chest.

“I belong to you. To the Alpha. To the only man who’s ever made me feel like my body. I’m yours, Damon. Your Omega. Your slut. Your f*****g Luna.”

my

words were worth more than

He didn’t wait.

He didn’t ask.

He just slammed into me.

And when I tell you I screamed? Babe. I screamed like the world was ending and I wanted it to. I screamed like his c**k had just knocked the breath out of my soul. I screamed so loud I’m pretty sure the walls blushed.

And then I talked. Because of course I did.

I moaned and whimpered and said the nastiest things that came to my mind.

“Fuckfuckfuck–Damon–your c**k is so thick I can’t–I can’t even think straight–I feel you everywhere–l

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swear I’m gonna c*m–I’m gonna c*m just from you slamming into me like that–oh my God yes–keep going -don’t stop–don’t ever stop–I wanna feel this table crack under us–I want them to hear me—I want every pack in the territory to know what happens when you give a girl a voice and then bend her over and claim her.

He was growling now. Panting. Gripping my hips like he wanted to own every inch of my body and brand it

with his c**k.

“c*m,” he ordered. “Do it now.”

And I did.

Loud. Shaking. Soaking. Screaming his name like a goddamn hymn.

“DAMON–I’M CUMMING–I’M CUMMING SO HARD–f**k–I CAN’T–OH MY GOD–f**k ME–RUIN ME–f*****g

RUIN ME!”

Then I was gone. Like gone. Like shaking, squirming, grabbing fistfuls of the table like I was about to fall through the center of the earth and take every moan with me.

My p***y was clenching so tight around his c**k I could barely breathe, and my vision was going white around the edges like I was about to black out from how f*****g good it felt.

And Damon?

Oh my f*****g God.

He was watching me like I was the main event at a blood ritual. Like I was sacred and slutty and made just to fall apart on his c**k.

And then he spoke.

Not soft.

Not gentle.

Filthy.

Commanding.

Like every f*****g word came from deep in his chest and straight into my soul.

“Yeah, c*m for me, you needy little kitten,” he growled, his voice so low and rough it made my stomach flip.”

Soak my c**k.

“Oh my God, Daddy–f**k–keep talking–don’t stop–don’t f*****g stop-”

He didn’t.

“Such a messy f*****g mouth,” he whispered, bending over me, lips at my ear, hand gripping the back of my neck like he owned it. “Always running. Always mouthing off. But look at you now–crying, shaking, cumming all over my c**k like a filthy little heat–drunk whore.”

I whimpered.

Loud.

Embarrassed.

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Turned the f**k on.

“I love it,” he hissed, dragging his c**k out slow, then slamming it back in so hard I screamed. 1****** love how loud you are. How wet you get when I talk to you like this. You want more, kitten? Want me to f**k you until that smart little brain of yours melts right down your legs?”

I nodded like a goddamn i***t, my whole body trembling, voice cracking as I tried to keep up.

“Y–Yes, Daddy–I want it–I want more—I wanna be your filthy little Omega.

“I wanna be used. I want you to use my p***y. Use my mouth. Use my whole f*****g body. Make me yours.

Break me if you want. Just keep talking. Please–please keep talking while you f**k me-”

And holy s**t.

That did it.

Damon grabbed my throat, not tight enough to choke me, just firm enough to claim it. His c**k slammed into me again, harder, deeper, and he moaned–like moaned, from his chest, all Alpha and heat and growl.

“Oh kitten,” he snarled, grinding into me so hard I swear I saw stars. “You want me to use that mouth? You want me to fill your p***y and then f**k the words out of your throat one by one? You want me to bend you over, tongue–f**k your cunt until you’re dripping down my chin, then flip you around and make you say thank you while I c*m down your throat?”

“YES–oh my God–yes-”

“Say it louder,” he ordered.

“I WANT YOUR c*m, DAMON!” I moaned, nearly sobbing from the intensity. “I WANT YOU TO FILL ME UP–I WANNA DRIP ALL OVER THIS f*****g TABLE–MARK ME–f*****g BREED ME!”

And he did.

With one final, brutal thrust, he growled like a beast claiming a mate and slammed his c**k so deep inside me I felt it in my throat, and then I felt it-

His c*m shot into me like lava. I swear I felt it in my f*****g soul.

“Look at you,” he grunted, slamming into me again just to push it deeper. “Soaked. Shaking. Still talking.”

He chuckled. Low. Dangerous. And he leaned down, tongue dragging along my jaw while my whole body stayed bent over like I was made to take this.

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