Ch. 151..155: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 151-155
Favorite Sin 151
-Lyra-
“Damon!” I screamed so loud my throat burned instantly, but I kept going because maybe if I yelled loud
enough he would answer me, maybe if I said his name enough times he would magically appear in front of
me like nothing happened and tell me I was being dramatic again. “Damon! Damon, where are you? Damon!”
My heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to break out of my chest completely, like it didn’t want to
be in my body anymore if Damon wasn’t okay. My hands were shaking so much I could barely shove my hair
out of my face as I stumbled through the hallway because all I could see in my head was blood. His blood.
And then I saw her.
His mother.
“Lyra, Lyra, what’s wrong? Calm down!” she said, reaching for me like that was even possible right now when I
was one breath away from completely losing my mind.
I skidded to a stop right in front of her, my whole chest heaving like I had run a marathon, my hair sticking to my face because I was sweating even though I was freezing, and I just blurted everything out in one long,
panicked breath because there was no stopping it.
“I heard gunshots!” I practically screamed, my voice cracking in the middle because my throat hurt so bad but I didn’t care. “Where is Damon? Where is he? Tell me where he is right now! I heard it, I swear I heard it, it was loud, it was right outside, I know it was, something happened, something bad, I can feel it in my chest, I can feel it in my stomach, where is he, where is Damon?”
“Lyra, slow down..”
“No! No, I will not slow down!” I was almost crying now, my voice shaking so hard I barely sounded like me. Do not tell me to slow down when I just heard a gunshot and Damon is out there and nobody is telling me
anything!
“Just tell me where he is, please, please, I have to see him, I need to know he’s okay, I need to see him with my own eyes because my wolf is going crazy right now and I feel like I’m about to actually pass out!”
”
She grabbed my arms because I was shaking so much I couldn’t stand still, but it didn’t help, nothing helped, because I couldn’t breathe right, I couldn’t think right, I couldn’t do anything except picture Damon on the ground and that was killing me, it was literally killing me.
Lyra, listen to me,” his mother said firmly, holding my arms tighter because at this point I was shaking so hard i could barely stay on my own two feet. “Calm down, sweetheart. Damon is perfectly fine. He has gone out with the guards, okay? He is fine. Please, please stop crying.”
“The gunshot you heard,” his mother added quickly, her voice softer now because she could see how wrecked. I looked, “it was from Daren. He’s out there doing target practice with a gun. That’s all it was. Please don’t get
worried, all night? For your babies You have to calm down for them”
I just froze
Like actually froze right there in the hallway with my mouth open and my hands halfway in the air because my brain was not processing any of that properly
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“Target practice?” I repeated. “Did you just say target practice? As in, fake shooting? As in, Daren out there playing action hero while I’m in here about to pass out thinking my entire life just ended? Are you serious right now? Because I swear my soul just left my body, ran three laps around this house, and fell into a ditch.
somewhere.”
I dragged both hands down my face so hard it felt like I was trying to peel my own panic off. “Do your understand what my heart just went through in the last thirty seconds?
“I saw Damon dead, buried, his funeral already happening in my head, me standing there pregnant and traumatized giving a speech about the love of my life who died tragically young, all because Daren wanted to shoot at some random cans or trees or whatever he’s aiming at out there? Are you kidding me?”
I was pacing now because my body refused to stay still. My wolf was still growling in the back of my head like she hadn’t gotten the memo that Damon was fine, and my chest hurt from how hard I’d been crying in the
five minutes since the gunshot.
“Lyra, breathe,” his mother said again, reaching for my hands because she probably thought I was seconds away from actually fainting. “He is fine. Damon is fine. Daren was just practicing. You need to calm down for your babies. They do not need this kind of stress.”
“Oh my God, my babies,” I said, pressing a hand to my stomach like I was talking to them directly now. “Do you babies hear this? Your daddy’s f*****g twin just took ten years off my life for fun. Do you know what kind of emotional damage you have inherited from this side of the family? He is running around with guns like it’s the Wild West, and me? I’m in here about to actually ascend to the afterlife because my heart can’t take this
kind of drama.”
1 spun back around to his mother because my hands were shaking too much to stay at my sides.
“No. No, I’m not letting this go. When Damon comes back, I’m telling him everything. I’m telling him exactly how close I came to seeing angels because of his insane family. And Daren better run. He better hide. Because I am one second away from grabbing that gun myself and showing him what target practice feels
like!”
I didn’t even wait for his mother to finish talking, I was already marching straight toward the door like a woman on a mission. That f*****g bastard.
I shoved the door open so hard it banged against the wall, and there he was.
Daren.
Standing there like nothing was wrong, like he hadn’t just shaved ten years off my life, casually holding a gun in one hand like we were all in some kind of action movie and he was auditioning for the lead role.
“Daren!” I screamed so loudly my voice cracked right down the middle, and every single man standing outside. turned to look at me like I had just dropped from the sky. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
I was stomping across the yard now, barefoot, hair flying everywhere, tears still drying on my face, but I didn’t
even care.
“What the actual f**k is your problem?!” I yelled, hands flailing because I had too many feelings to keep inside
one body.
“Ever since I stepped foot in this house you’ve been pissing me off! Pissing me off, Daren! First you open your mouth at breakfast like you’re trying to start World War Three, then you walk around with this smug look on
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your face like you own the entire planet, and now–now–you decide to play with guns while my heart explodes in the living room because I think your brother just got murdered?!”
I stopped right in front of him, hands on my hips, my chest rising and falling so hard I probably looked like I had run ten miles straight, but I didn’t care because the words were still coming.
“Do you know what I just went through inside?” I snapped, jabbing a finger at him because he wasn’t even reacting, just standing there watching me with those dark, infuriating eyes like I was entertainment.
“I had Damon shot, bleeding, dead on the ground in my head. I planned his funeral. I gave a whole speech. I
cried real tears! And for what? For you to be out here pretending you’re in some gangster movie shooting at
trees?”
His mouth twitched like he was trying not to laugh, which only made me throw my hands up higher.
“Oh my God, you think this is funny?!” I practically shrieked because I was losing my mind now. “You think my emotional trauma is hilarious? You nearly sent me into early labor, Daren, and you’re standing there smirking like you didn’t just ruin my entire life in the last ten minutes!”
I was pacing again because standing still felt impossible with how mad I was, my words coming faster now,
tumbling over each other like my mouth couldn’t keep up with my brain.
“Ever since I got here you’ve been nothing but–ugh!” I made a sound somewhere between a scream and a
growl because I didn’t even have the vocabulary for how infuriating he was.
“The comments at breakfast, the way you look at me like you’re trying to figure out what I taste like–don’t even deny it, I see your face and now this! Do you wake up in the morning and think, how can I drive Lyra absolutely insane today? Because congratulations, mission accomplished!”
He tilted his head slightly, watching me with that calm, infuriating expression like nothing I said could actually touch him.
And then he smirked.
Oh no.
Not the smirk.
The kind of smirk that made my stomach drop and my knees feel weird, the kind that was half amusement and half something darker that made my wolf go completely silent inside me.
“Are you done?” Daren asked slowly, his voice low enough that it slid right under my skin even though I was
still furious.
“Done?!” I practically shouted the word, my hands flying back up because he clearly didn’t understand the emotional rollercoaster he had just put me through. “Do I look done to you? I have smoke coming out of my ears, Daren! Actual smoke! My blood pressure is in the stratosphere because of you, my wolf is traumatized, I am traumatized, and you…”
I started again because apparently I wasn’t done, not even close, my words still flying out of my mouth at a hundred miles an hour like I was running on pure adrenaline and bad decisions.
“You stand there all smug like you’re some big tough guy while I’m having an actual heart attack because of you, and you don’t even care, you don’t even..”
Before I could finish the sentence, Daren moved.
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One second I was flailing my arms like a crazy person, the next his hand was wrapped around my waist so fast and so tight I actually gasped out loud, my whole body jerking in shock because I had not seen that
coming.
“You f*****g talk too much, you little devil,” he said, his voice low and rough enough that it made my stomach
flip in the weirdest way.
His face was close now, too close, his eyes dark on mine like he was enjoying every second of watching me go completely still in his hold. “No wonder my brother f****d you hard last night.”
I blinked up at him because my brain short–circuited right there on the spot.
“Excuse me?” I practically squeaked, my voice shooting up way higher than I intended because what did he
just say?
And then I froze.
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Excuse me?” I said again, louder this time, because it was finally sinking in that this man had the audacity the actual nerve to grab me like that, to talk to me like that, to bring up what happened with Damon as if it was some kind of punchline while standing there acting like the king of the entire universe.
And that was it. That was the moment everything boiled over.
smacked his hand off my waist so hard the slap echoed like a gunshot.
“Don’t touch me!” I yelled, my voice shaking so hard it didn’t even sound like me anymore. “What is wrong with you, Daren? Seriously, what the hell is your problem”
He didn’t move. He didn’t even blink. He just stood there, calm as anything, which only made me talk more because my brain and my mouth were completely out of control now.
mean, what is your deal?” I demanded, throwing my hands up because I had too many feelings and nowhere to put them.
“You walk around this house like you own it, like everybody’s supposed to bow down to you because you have this big tough guy act and those stupid eyes that stare at people like they’re secrets you’re about to expose, and you think you can just grab me? Me? Damon’s mate? Are you out of your mind?”
My voice kept getting louder because he wasn’t reacting and that made me even angrier, like I was screaming into a void that looked annoyingly good in black clothes and boots.
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ntire body went rigid. My brain emptied out like someone had hit a reset button. Because Daren didn’t say it – he said it the exact same way.
same low rumble. The same rough edge. The same dangerous little curl at the end that made it sound like a nickname and more like something my whole body was supposed to respond to without
mission.
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Right now. I mean it, Daren, this isn’t funny. It’s creepy and it’s weird and you sound–oh my God–you sound just like him.”
But he didn’t stop.
No, of course he didn’t stop.
Because Daren leaned in slightly, close enough that I could feel the heat of him through the space between us, and then he said, in that exact same voice Damon used when he had me pressed into the mattress last night, “Kitten, you remember the way you moaned for him, don’t you? The way you couldn’t stop shaking
under his hands?”
I gasped so loud it almost hurt my own ears. Well to be honest I actually moaned.
He smirked even wider, like my entire meltdown was entertainment, like me standing here flailing and shrieking and turning red was the best show he had seen all week.
And then, because apparently my nerves hadn’t suffered enough, Daren leaned in closer still, his voice dropping so low it practically slid along my skin when he said, “Kitten, I bet you were so loud for him last night the whole house could hear, weren’t you? Bet you dug your nails in and begged him not to stop. Did you beg, kitten?”
“**k you!” I screeched. “Do you have no boundaries? Do you have no sense of self–preservation? Because when he gets back and finds out you said this to me in his voice, in his actual voice, you are going to die, Daren, and I am going to watch while eating popcorn because you will deserve every second of it!”
I was already breathing too fast, my heart going completely insane, my entire brain yelling at me to walk away before I lost my mind completely, but of course Daren didn’t care about any of that. Of course he didn’t stop when a normal person would have stopped five insults ago.
Because he leaned in even closer, his eyes dark, his mouth tilted in that infuriating half–smirk, and with that exact same voice Damon used when he had me shaking last night, he said it.
“I wanna f**k you,” Daren murmured, slow and deliberate, like he was dropping a match into a field of gasoline on purpose. “Oh, f**k, I wanna f**k you. I want to put my fingers in your p***y and pinch that f*****g pink clit of yours… and watch you squirt all over my f*****
g face.”
I swear my entire soul left my body.
I froze Absolutely froze. My wolf froze. My mouth opened but nothing came out.
“That’s it, kitten,” he murmured in that same low voice, the one that sounded so much like Damon’s it made
my whole head spin. “Good girl”
“Stop calling me that?” I snapped, except it came out too shaky, way too breathless, and the smirk on Daren’s face told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. He could see it all over me, the way my hands were trembling, the way my chest was rising too fast like I couldn’t get enough air.
“f**k, I know you’re wet,” he said softly, taking another step closer with that calm, lazy arrogance that made
my stomach twist into a hundred knots
I backed up automatically, bumping into the wall behind me, my heart hammering so hard it hurt. “Daren, stop,” I said quickly, my words tumbling over each other because my brain and my mouth were running in opposite directions. “I am not kidding This is insane, you are insane, and Damon is literally going to kill you
when he hears this.”
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But Daren didn’t stop. He leaned in so close I could feel his breath against my ear, his voice dropping to that low, smooth tone that made everything in my body clench up tight.
“I’m gonna touch your p***y now,” he whispered slowly, clearly, like he wanted to set the words on fire right
there in the air between us.
That was it.
I slapped him.
Hard.
“f**k you!” I shouted, my chest heaving.
“You are disgusting, Daren! Absolutely disgusting! I hope Damon buries you alive when he hears this, and I will personally hand him the shovel! Do you understand me? You are insane! There is something seriously,
permanently wrong with you!”
My entire body was still buzzing, my wolf was growling in my head like she wanted to rip his throat out
herself, and I could not stand there one second longer.
So I turned on my heel and stormed away, my heart still thundering so hard I could barely hear anything over
it.
I left him standing there with that infuriating smirk still tugging at his mouth like he hadn’t just wrecked my entire nervous system in five minutes flat.
I was halfway to the house, my hands flying everywhere as I muttered to myself because I had too much fury to keep inside my body, when I heard him behind me.
“I promise you,” Daren called out. “I’ll have a taste of you even if it means I’ll die for it.”
Favorite Sin 153
I Wanna Suck You D*ck Darren
~Lyra~
My hands were flying everywhere, my hair was sticking to my face because I was sweating from yelling so much, and I was mumbling insults under my breath like they were prayers because if I didn’t say them out loud I was going to spontaneously combust.
My wolf was pacing in circles like she wanted to bite somebody in half, my heart was hammering like I had just run a marathon, and the worst part was my entire body still felt hot from the things Daren had said.
“Oh my God, I hate him,” I snapped under my breath, kicking something just to have something to abuse. “I hate his stupid face, I hate his stupid voice, I hate his stupid smirk, and when Damon gets home I am personally going to tell him to rip Daren’s arms off and beat him with them because he deserves it.”
“Kitten.”
I stopped so fast my shoes squeaked against the floor because of course he was behind me. Of course Daren was following me like he didn’t know how to stay in his own lane.
I spun around so fast my hair hit me across the cheek. “What is wrong with you?” I exploded, pointing at him like my finger could stab him from ten feet away. “Do you have a hearing problem? Because I said leave me alone! Those were literally my exact words!”
He didn’t even blink. He just kept walking toward me like he had all the time in the world, like my anger was background noise, like he was the main character in a movie I didn’t sign up for.
And then my back hit the wall again because apparently the universe hates me.
I shoved at his chest even though it was like shoving a damn wall. “I am not kidding, Daren! If you don’t turn around right now and disappear into the woods or the ocean or literally anywhere that is not here, Damon is going to kill you when he gets back. He is going to murder you”
“Kitten,” he said again, lower this time, like he was testing my patience on purpose.
My chest locked up like he had physically grabbed my heart.
I shoved him harder. “Stop calling me that!” I yelled, except my voice
auditioning for a sad movie.
“I will have you today. I will f**k you”
racked in the middle like it was
My mouth actually fell open. “Oh my God, you are disgusting,” I snapped, except my voice shook because my chest was tight and my brain was glitching. “You are so disgusting. Get off me!”
“Kitten,” he said again, leaning in so close his breath hit my cheek. “Tell me to stop. Say the word, and I’m
gone.”
I opened my mouth. I was ready. I was going to say it.
But the word got stuck.
Because my chest was heaving like Thad just sprinted through fire, and my stupid body was betraying me in real time while he stood there looking at me like he already knew.
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My wolf was losing her mind inside my head.
“Say it,” he murmured, his voice dipping so low my stomach actually flipped. “Say you want me to stop.
I hated him. I hated him so much I could barely see straight. I hated his face, I hated his voice, I hated the
way my entire body was lighting up like a Christmas tree because he was standing too close, and I hated him even more because he could see it. He could see every single thing I was feeling written all over my stupid
face.
Instead of saying stop, I blurted, “Oh my God, you’re such a bastard.”
And then, before my brain could save me.
*******g touch me,” I snapped again, the words ripping out of me like they had been sitting in my throat all day waiting to burn my entire life down. My voice was shaking but I didn’t care.
“Touch me, Darren. Touch my f*****g wet p***y right now. You hear me?
He froze like the words had hit him straight in the chest, like I had punched him with them, like he was trying to decide whether to stop this before it got worse or give in to whatever was clearly crawling under his skin.
And then his eyes dropped from my mouth to my throat to my chest and then lower like he was mapping
every place he wanted to put his hands before he lost control completely.
“f**k,” he muttered. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”
I grabbed his wrist because I was done with waiting, done with pretending I had any self–control left when my
whole body was on fire.
“Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing,” I threw back at him, heat shooting up my neck because he was so close I
could feel every breath he took.
“And you’re gonna stop talking like you’re innocent when you’re standing there with your d**k so hard I can see it through your pants. Look at you, Darren. Look how f*****g hard you are for me.”
His jaw clenched so hard it looked painful. “Don’t say s**t like that,” he warned, his voice like a growl, but his hand moved lower anyway, slow, like he was dragging out the moment just to kill me.
“Why not?” I whispered, stepping into him because I had lost my mind completely. “You want it, don’t you? You want to feel how wet I am while Damon’s not here to stop you. Say it. Say you want it.”
His breath came out so sharp it was almost a hiss. “You’re gonna get me killed,” he said.
“Then die for it,” I threw back, my heart beating crazy fast like it was trying to escape my ribs.
“Touch me. Feel me. Put your fingers in my p***y right now before I lose my goddamn mind.”
“I am so f*****g wet for you. f**k, I don’t care about Damon anymore. Do you hear me? I do not f*****g care. I want your d**k, Darren. I want it right now. I might be pregnant with his pups but I don’t give a damn, I want you to f**k me until I can’t breathe/
That made him freeze, his body tightening like he had been hit with lightning.
“Wait,” he muttered, like it was coming from somewhere deep in his chest. “You’re pregnant?”
“Yes,” I threw back. “Yes, I am, and I don’t care. I don’t care about him, I don’t care about any of it, I want you to f**k me anyway. I want you to put that c**k inside me and f**k me until I forget my own name.”
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For a moment he just stared at me, his jaw locking so tight I could hear his teeth grind together, his chest heaving like he was holding himself together by a single, shaking thread.
“Well, I don’t give a damn either,” he growled. “I’m going to f**k you anyway. Pregnant or not, I’m going to ruin you. I’m going to make you scream for me so loud the whole pack hears it, so loud Damon himself hears you moan my name instead of his.”
“Do it,” I begged, my voice breaking apart because the ache between my legs was already turning into
something unbearable. “Please, Darren, just do it. I don’t care about anything anymore. I just want you to f**k
me until I can’t even stand.”
That was it. That was the moment he broke. I could see it in the way his eyes darkened, in the way his breathing turned fast, in the way his hand gripped my hip like he was holding on to keep from completely losing his mind.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered, his voice dropping so low it felt like it sank straight into my skin. “And I don’t give a damn.”
His pants hit the floor and then his c**k was out, thick and hard and straining like he had been waiting for this moment longer than either of us would ever admit.
“f**k,” I breathed, my voice trembling so hard it shook through my whole body. “You’re so big.”
“You are going to take every inch,” Darren growled. “Every single inch, baby. And then you’re going to get on your knees and suck my f*****g d**k like you mean it.”
I smirked up at him,, sweat dripping down my temples, my lips raw from biting them, but I still bent forward, letting him feel my breath against his skin before I whispered, “I’m going to suck your d**k, Darren. Every
f*****
g inch of it.”
I slid down the wall, my fingers trailing along his thighs as I knelt in front of him, my hair falling in my face as I tilted my head back and licked my lips slowly, dragging my tongue over them like I was already tasting him
in my mouth.
His head dropped back, his jaw tight, a curse breaking out of him because he was so hard it looked painful, and I smirked wider, enjoying every second of watching him lose control.
But then I did it. I smirked again, slower this time, my fingers wrapping around his c**k as I brought my claws out just enough to scratch. Not softly. Not gently. Hard enough to peel a thin line across his skin, sharp enough that blood welled up instantly.
His entire body jerked back like I had set him on fire.
“What the f**k, you b***h!” he screamed as he held his d**k, his eyes wide and blazing as he stumbled
backward a step, his hand gripping his c**k like he was checking if I had just destroyed him.
“What the actual f**k did you just do. You crazy messed up b***h!!! You f*****g cut open my d**k!”
I smirked up at him even though my heart was beating like it was about to crack my ribs, because if I was going to die tonight, I might as well die with style. Did I? Clumsy me but you wanted me on my knees, right?”
“But you didn’t exactly say how obedient I had to be, Darren, and maybe you should have been more specific
because I’ve never exactly been the obedient type and now you’re standing there bleeding because you told me to kneel without setting any ground rules. That’s kind of on you, don’t you think?”
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He didn’t even blink. He just stood there, staring down at me like I had grown horns out of my head, his jaw
tight enough to cut glass, his hands flexing like he was deciding whether to strangle me or throw me through
the wall.
And then he spoke, the kind of tone that made my whole stomach flip even though I was trying so hard to
look like I wasn’t scared.
“I swear to the gods,” he said. “I will kill you with my bare hands before Damon comes back.”
My brain screamed run. My wolf screamed run. Every part of me screamed run because the look in his eyes
was the kind of look you didn’t argue with if you wanted to live to see another sunrise.
So I ran.
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Damon! Where Are You!
~Lyra~
I swear my feet were barely even touching the ground because I was running like the devil himself was on my
heels, which was basically true because Darren was behind me somewhere with blood on his d**k and
murder in his eyes and I was one hundred percent sure this was how people died in horror movies.
My hair was slapping my face, my lungs were trying to climb out of my chest, and my wolf was spinning in
circles in my head like she was drunk on panic and adrenaline and maybe just a little bit of excitement because she was completely useless like always.
I could hear him behind me.
Oh God, I could hear him.
Not running fast like a normal angry person, no. That would have been too easy. Too merciful. He was
walking. Walking like a villain in slow motion because apparently he had watched way too many action
movies and wanted me to die of a heart attack before he even touched me.
“Run while you still can because when I catch you and I am going to catch you..you’re going to wish you had
killed me instead of scratching me like some kind of little brat.”
“Oh my God, shut up!” I screamed over my shoulder as I ran through the back door into the wood even though
I couldn’t see him because I was too busy trying not to trip over a tree root and break my neck. “You’re insane
You need therapy and jail and maybe an exorcism!”
He laughed. The man actually laughed like this was funny, like I was a joke, like my entire existence right now
wasn’t one long panic attack with legs.
“Run faster,” he shouted. “Run until those pretty little thighs start shaking. Run until you can’t breathe
anymore because the second I get my hands on you, kitten, I’m going to put you on your knees the right way. You wanted to play games with me? You wanted to make me bleed? Fine. But you don’t get to run your smart mouth and think I won’t remind you exactly who you’re talking to.”
“Go to hell!” I snapped, nearly slamming into a tree because I was too busy yelling to watch where I was
going.
“You first!” he yelled back, and I could hear the grin in his voice like he was actually enjoying this, like this
was foreplay to him, like I wasn’t about to pass out and die in the dirt. “Keep running, baby. Every step you
take just means you’re going to scream louder when I finally get you. You hear me? Louder. Until the whole
damn pack hears you say my name.”
“I hate you!” I screamed because my chest was burning and my legs were cramping and my wolf was absolutely no help at all because she was howling in my head like she wanted him to catch us and I was
seriously considering shifting just to see if four legs could save me from this disaster of a night.
“No, you don’t,”
Darren called back. “If you hated me, you would have said stop back there. But you didn’t, did
you, kitten? No, you told me to touch you. You told me to feel you. You begged for my c**k like you knew it
belonged inside you. And now you want to run? No. You don’t get to run from what you started.”
“Oh my God, you actually think I meant those things I said!” I yelled, shoving through a branch that smacked
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me across the face like even the forest was against me. “I only said that to deceive you. You fool. Now guess who has a bloody d**k!
“You think I care?” Darren’s voice was getting closer now, louder, like he had finally decided to pick up the pace and murder me properly. “You think I give a damn what excuse comes out of that pretty little mouth? No, kitten. I promise you I will make sure your f*****g p***y bleed!”
My legs were on fire. My lungs were clawing at my ribs. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was
shaking the ground under me.
“You hear me, Lyra?” Darren shouted, and it was so loud now it felt like he was right behind me even though I still couldn’t see him. “You better run fuckung fast. Cause the way i would f**k you!! I promise you you’ll wish
for death!”
And that was the exact moment it hit me.
He was going to catch me.
And I had no idea what was going to happen when he did.
But I was running so hard I thought my lungs were going to explode when I finally tried to reach for Damon through the bond, that string in my head that always hummed when he was near. I was screaming for him in my mind so hard it hurt.
Damon, can you hear me? Please, babe, answer me. I’m in trouble. Darren’s gone crazy, I think he actually wants to kill me, he’s bleeding and he’s furious and I don’t know what he’s going to do if he catches me. Babe, please, just hear me. Please come back.
But nothing came.
It was like my own head had shut the door on me because I was too stressed to think straight, because my thoughts were everywhere, because I was dizzy and breathless and my wolf was still howling like she had lost her mind completely.
“Damon,” I whispered out loud, my voice cracking so hard it hurt my throat, but it was pointless because he wasn’t here, he wasn’t hearing me, I was completely alone and Darren was right behind me promising death and chaos and I didn’t even know if I had the energy left to keep running.
And then I thought of them.
My babies.
I thought of their tiny little heartbeats and the thought hit me so hard it knocked the air right out of my lungs because what if I fell, what if I landed wrong, what if something happened to them before they even had a
chance to breathe?
I panicked and it made me stumble, just one wrong step because I wasn’t looking, because the ground was uneven, because the universe apparently hated me tonight.
My foot caught on a root buried under the dirt and my body pitched forward before I could even grab anything, before I could scream loud enough for Damon to hear me across the bond, before I could do anything but throw my hands out too late as my stomach slammed into the ground.
“Arghhhhh!”
My arms buckle when I tried to push myself up. My face was in the dirt, my hair sticking to my cheeks, my
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chest heaving like my lungs were trying to claw their way out.
“My belly!” I screamed it so loud it cracked in the middle because panic was eating me alive now.
“f**k! My belly! My babies!” My voice was climbing higher and higher because my brain was spiraling so fast I couldn’t even hold onto a single thought. “Damon! Damon, can you hear me? Babe, please, I fell, my stomach hurts, please answer me, I can’t–oh my God, please-”
“Serves you right, you b***h!”
That was Darren’s voice, dark and rough and furious as his boots pounded closer through the dirt, every step
shaking straight through my spine like thunder.
“I told you to run, didn’t I? I told you what was going to happen when I caught you, but no, you wanted to scratch me, you wanted to mouth off, you wanted to make me bleed. Look at you now, Lyra. On the ground, crying, finally shutting that pretty little mouth long enough to scream for someone who isn’t here.”
“I’m not shutting up!” I screamed right back even though my voice was cracking and wobbling like I was dangling over the edge of the world. “Damon! Damon, please, I’m scared! I fell, I landed on my belly, oh God,
my babies–please somebody help me!”
Darren was standing over me now, his shadow swallowing me in the dirt, his chest heaving, his jaw tight like
he was about to break apart from the inside out. “Get up,” he snapped, his voice like gravel. “Get the hell up before I drag you off the ground myself.”
“I can’t!” I yelled, my hands shaking as I tried to push myself up and almost fell again because my head was
spinning, my eyes were burning, my whole body was shaking so hard I thought my teeth were going to rattle
out.
“I hit my stomach, Darren! Oh my God, what if something happened to them? What if something’s wrong?
Damon’s going to kill you, he’s going to rip your head off when he finds out you chased me and I fell and I..oh my God, my babies!”
He crouched down in front of me so fast the air moved, his eyes flashing like fire under his dark hair. “Shut up
about Damon,” he growled, his hand slamming into the dirt beside me like he was fighting the urge to shake
me.
“He’s not here, Lyra. He’s not hearing you. It’s just me, you hear me? Just me. And maybe now you’ll finally
understand what happens when you run your mouth at the wrong man.”
I was crying so hard my voice broke completely. “I swear if they’re hurt I’ll never forgive you, I’ll kill you myself, I’ll tear you apart, Damon will tear you apart..”
“Enough!” he roared so loud the trees shook, his hand grabbing my chin and yanking my face up so I was looking straight at him through tears and dirt and hair sticking everywhere.
“You think I wanted you to fall? You think I wanted this? No. I wanted you on your knees, I wanted you begging, I wanted you to pay for every little thing you said to me, but not like this. Not with you screaming about babies and Damon like I’m the only villain here.”
Darren’s hand was still on my chin, his grip rough enough to make my jaw ache, his eyes wild like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to strangle me or drag me straight into hell with him.
My heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to crack my ribs open because his face was so close, too close, his breath hot against my lips like fire and smoke and pure rage wrapped into one man who looked
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Then he laughed.
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The bastard actually laughed like I was a punchline in some joke only he understood, like my shaking and screaming and crying on the ground was the most entertaining thing he had seen all week.
His head tilted just enough for his eyes to sweep over me, down my messy hair, my dirt–streaked arms, my
whole body trembling in the dirt while I tried to shove at him with hands that wouldn’t stop shaking.
And then he said it.
“It’s nice seeing you like this,” Darren muttered.
“Because right now, kitten, I feel like f*****g you with my bloody dick.”
I froze.
“What!”
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Fuck.
My Damon.
I love that he defended me in front of that bitch. I love it so much I might actually cry. Or scream. Or crawl under the table and hump the air just thinking about it.
Gosh, the way he stood in front of me, towering like a whole wall of sin and testosterone, voice calm but lethal, looking like he could throw her out the window and then bend me over the counter before she even hit the ground-God. I think I just fell in love with him all over again.
And yes. I said my Damon. Because I don’t care what anyone says, not even that dusty-ass, bleached-blonde ex-wife with the $20,000 ass and $3 personality.
He is mine. Mine in the way his voice dropped when he told her off. Mine in the way he touched me after, like I was delicate and dangerous at the same time. Mine in the way he kissed my temple like I was a goddamn reward for surviving the storm.
He looked so hot doing it too. Like full-on, ruin-my-life, blow-my-back-out, eat-my-soul-with-a-fork hot. I might just think about giving him a blow job in the car before he drops me off at school. I mean, as a thank-you. A “thank you for almost ripping your ex’s head off for calling me a child” type of gesture. It’s the polite thing to do, right? Like baking cookies. But sluttier.
And who the fuck knew that bitch was human? Like, seriously. What a plot twist. If someone had told me yesterday, I would not have believed it. I still can’t get over that was just a regular human and not some elegant, immortal vampire queen or a psycho Alpha female with claws and fangs, I would’ve laughed. Or maybe gagged. Because she walks around like the world owes her a spotlight. Like she invented sex. Like she isn’t just some collagen-filled, rehab-returning, soul-sucking she-devil who thought her flat ass and fake smile could intimidate me.
Nope. Not today, Satan.
And honestly? If she isn’t careful, I might rip her apart in my wolf form. No jokes. No games. If she tries that slut-shaming, slap-threatening, skirt-policing crap again, I swear on every last inch of Damon’s dick that I will shift right in front of her and rip her botoxed lip off with my canines.
Because what she did wasn’t just rude. It wasn’t just bitchy or jealous or pathetic. It was dangerous. That woman tried to hit me. She raised her hand like I was some street rat and she was the queen of the palace, and it was only Damon stepping in that stopped her from leaving this kitchen with a fucking broken wrist.
And I know, I know, I should be calm right now. I should be heading to school with my bag and my books and my teenage dignity intact. But instead I’m walking to the car, still tasting adrenaline, still dripping in leftover slick from the night before, still mentally replaying the way Damon said, “She’s not just a girl. She’s mine.”
Oh my God.
He said that.
He really said that in front of her. Like I was his property. His possession. His favorite toy. And I know I should be worried about how fucked up that sounds, but honestly? I’m not. Not even a little. Because the way he claimed me wasn’t just sexy-it was real. It was honest. It was everything I wanted someone to say. He didn’t just defend me. He chose me. Out loud. In front of his past.
And that matters.
That makes all the difference.
So now I’m sitting in the car, legs pressed together because if I spread them even an inch I might start leaking again. My skirt’s already tight. My thighs are sore. My underwear’s barely holding on. And my brain is still spinning like, Damon just verbally castrated his ex-wife for me, and I have to go to school like a normal human being after that?
Fuck no.
I don’t even know what subject I have first. I don’t care. All I know is that if Damon so much as looks at me in the rearview mirror on the way there with that deep, broody, possessive stare, I will unbuckle my seatbelt, crawl across the console, and make sure he never forgets this morning for the rest of his life.
Because I’m not just a girl.
I’m his girl.
And everyone better get used to it.
The second I spotted him stepping out of the house and walking toward the car, I swear my whole body lit up like a fucking Christmas tree.
My breath caught. My thighs squeezed together. My hands got all fidgety like I was about to do something illegal. And to be fair I kinda was.
He looked too good. Way too good. Broad chest. That dark shirt straining over his biceps. His jaw clenched just enough to make me imagine it grinding between my legs again.
The way he walked-confident, big, slow strides like he owned the earth and was just being merciful enough to let it spin. And when he reached the car, opened the door, and stepped inside, locking it behind him like we were sealing ourselves into our own little sin chamber?
I knew I was going to be on my knees before we reached the stop sign.
He looked at me immediately. Not the road. Not his phone. Me.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and tight like he was still pissed. “Did she hurt you?”
“No, Daddy,” I said softly, biting my lip a little, because I couldn’t help it. His eyes darkened. His fingers twitched near the steering wheel like he wanted to grab something. Probably me.
He looked me over, and then he groaned. Loud and deep. Like I was the problem. Like the fact that I was still breathing next to him in this skirt was a threat to national security.
“Damn,” he muttered, smirking. “She wasn’t lying. This skirt is deadly.”
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I smiled, innocent as pie, even though I was sitting there without panties and still tasting him in the back of my throat from last night.
Then he squinted at me like something just clicked.
“Hold up. You’re going to school like this?” he asked, voice rough, a little louder now. “If any boy so much as looks at you… or breathes near you… or thinks about talking to you tell him I’m going to rip his fucking eyes out.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, grinning now because I loved it. I loved the way he said it. I loved the way he looked at me like I was his little problem and also his favorite fucking thing in the world.
“Hmmm,” he growled, dragging his eyes over me like he was trying to figure out what was real and what was just his dirty imagination. “You’re calling me Daddy. You naughty little girl. What’s going on in that filthy head of yours, huh?”
I blinked up at him with my best innocent smile, heart pounding, lips curling just enough to tease.
“Nothing, Daddy,” I said sweetly. “I just wanted to give you a little something… a thank you. For defending me. For being the only man who’s ever made me feel like I’m worth fighting for.”
And before he could say another word, I was moving.
I unbuckled my seatbelt and slid toward him, slowly, deliberately, my skirt riding up higher with every inch. His eyes dropped immediately. His fingers flexed on the steering wheel. His chest stopped moving like he forgot how to breathe.
I crawled right into his space, leaned over the console, and whispered in his ear, “Let me make it up to you.”
He turned his head to look down at me, his hand already moving to adjust the seat backward. His smirk was pure filth now, eyes narrowed, voice thick with hunger.
“What are you doing, you naughty ass little girl… fuck,” he growled, and the sound of it made my whole body clench. His voice dropped to that dangerous level again, the one that made me forget my name, my age, my responsibilities, and every rule in the universe.
He looked down at me like I had just turned into his favorite addiction. His hand moved to adjust the seat back, his legs spreading slightly, and I could tell he was already hard. Already ready for me. And we hadn’t even left the driveway.
I looked up at him with the sweetest, most innocent expression I could fake, even though my mouth was watering and my pussy was already twitching from anticipation.
My skirt had slid up just a little from how I shifted in my seat, and I knew he could see the tops of my thighs and maybe just a glimpse of how not innocent I actually was. I didn’t care. I wanted him to see. I wanted him to break.
“I told you,” I said softly, my fingers already moving toward the waistband of his pants. “I just want to thank you, Daddy.”
The second I said it again, he groaned. His jaw clenched so tight I thought it might snap. His eyes dropped to my mouth, then to my hands, and then right back to my eyes like he was trying to decide whether to pull me into his lap or rip the seat out entirely.
His voice came out low and rough. “You think you can just crawl over here and suck my cock like a thank-you and get away with it?”
I smiled up at him like the smug little whore I am. “Yes, Daddy. That’s exactly what I think.”
His hand slid into my hair. Not hard. Not rough. Just enough to let me know that the second I opened my mouth, he was going to take it from me.
“You’re out of your mind,” he said, even as he leaned his head back against the seat, eyes burning into mine. “But go ahead. Be a good girl. Thank me.”
I moved closer, my heart pounding so fast it felt like it was going to explode. My hands worked fast-unbuckling his belt, pulling down the zipper, freeing him from his pants—and when I wrapped my fingers around his cock, I felt it twitch in my hand like it had been waiting for my touch. It was so hot and thick and ready, my mouth watered all over again.
I leaned down and licked the tip, slow and soft, just to tease him. I could feel his muscles tighten. His grip on my hair twitched. His breath caught in his throat.
“Fuck, Lyra,” he hissed. “You’re going to make me crash this fucking car before we even leave.”
I looked up at him, eyes wide and glassy and needy, and whispered, “Then don’t drive. Just sit back and let me ruin you.”
He didn’t argue.
I took him into my mouth, inch by inch, letting the warmth of him fill my throat, my lips stretched wide as I sucked him deep. His groan shook through his entire chest.
His hand pressed against the back of my head. He didn’t force me-he didn’t need to. I wanted it. I wanted every inch. I wanted him to feel how much I needed to please him.
I used every inch of my tongue as I dragged it along his cock with deliberate pressure. I wanted to tease him, make him twitch, make him curse under his breath like he had no control left.
I could feel how hard he was pulsing in my mouth, thick and hot and already leaking, and that just made me hungrier. My spit started to coat him, dripping down my chin and onto my fingers as I held the base, keeping him steady while I sucked him in deeper.
I moaned around him, not just because it felt good-but because I wanted him to feel it. I wanted my mouth to vibrate around his cock, to make him groan and grip the seat and tilt his head back with his eyes shut like
I was the best fucking thing that had ever touched him. And I knew I was. I could tell by the way he cursed again, low and strained, one hand tightening in my hair as the other flexed against the leather of his seat.
“Just like that,” he growled, voice wrecked. “Fuck, you’re so good at this. You’re going to make me cum before I even get the car started.”