Ch. 156..160: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 156-160

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 156

~Lyra~

His words made me moan again, louder this time. I sucked harder, moved faster, letting my lips slide up and down his length in smooth, filthy rhythm. I pulled back just to lick the tip, circling it with my tongue, tasting him, teasing him, then took him deep again until he hit the back of my throat.

His hips jerked, and he growled my name like he was about to lose it.

“Lyra, fuck, slow down-unless you want me to cum in that sweet little mouth right now.”

I looked up at him, eyes wet and wide, and pulled off slowly, dragging my lips up the length of his shaft with one last moan. I held his cock in my hand and whispered, “I do, Daddy. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste all of it. Please.”

His head hit the back of the seat. His eyes slammed shut. His chest was rising and falling like he was about to lose it completely. And I didn’t wait.

I wrapped my lips around him again and sucked him fast and deep, no teasing this time. Just full-on, messy, desperate, needy. My spit was everywhere. My mascara was probably halfway down my cheeks. And I didn’t care. I wanted to choke on him. I wanted to feel his cum hit my throat and slide down like something I was made to swallow.

He cursed again-louder now. His hand tightened in my hair, holding me still, his hips starting to buck just slightly as he lost control.

And then he growled it.

“Take it, baby. Fuck, take it-take all of it—”

He exploded in my mouth with a deep, broken groan, and I swallowed him down, every drop, not stopping even when he twitched. I kept sucking, slow now, gentle, cleaning him up with my tongue like the obedient little slut I had become for him. I licked the tip one last time, kissed the base, then looked up at him with spit on my chin and the dirtiest, proudest grin on my

face.

He stared down at me like I was unreal.

And then he laughed, dark and wrecked, shaking his head as he reached for my face.

“Get your ass in the passenger seat,” he said, his voice still raspy. “Because if you keep looking at me like that, I swear I’ll fuck you again and you’ll miss first, second, and third period.”

And honestly?

I kinda wanted to.

I wanted to crawl right back into his lap, straddle him like the dirty little whore I was becoming for him, and let him fuck me right there in the front seat like the entire neighborhood didn’t exist.

I wanted to slide down on that thick, still-twitching cock and moan so loud the windows rattled. I didn’t care if someone walked by. I didn’t care if the car shook or if I missed school or if I ended up going to hell for this. All I knew was that I had just swallowed his cum like it was mine to claim, and I wasn’t done yet.

I wanted his hands on my ass, gripping it so tight I bruised. I wanted him to shove my skirt up and call me his dirty little schoolgirl while he bounced me on his lap and told me how proud he was of my filthy mouth. I wanted his fingers in my hair, his lips on my neck, his breath in my ear as he told me not to stop, not to slow down, not until I was full again.

I wanted to grind on him like I was losing my mind. I wanted to make him cum again and again and again until he couldn’t think straight, until he forgot where he was supposed to drop me off, until all he knew was the sound of my soaked cunt squelching around him and the way I kept moaning Daddy like it was my fucking religion.

But instead, I sat back in my seat. I wiped my mouth slowly, licking the edge of my thumb like I was tasting frosting, and then pulled my skirt down-not that it helped. It still barely covered my thighs, and now that I’d been on my knees gagging on cock and drooling on his lap, it felt even shorter. My thighs were sticky. My lips were swollen. My throat was raw. And I felt amazing.

He fixed his belt with one hand, started the car with the other, and acted like he hadn’t just come down my throat so hard his eyes rolled back.

He looked at me once, that little smirk pulling at his mouth, and said, “You good?”

I turned my head, still catching my breath, and nodded. “So good.”

He chuckled under his breath, that deep rumble that always made my belly clench. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

I grinned, resting back in my seat with my thighs still pressed tight together to keep from making a mess. “Only for you, Daddy.”

He shook his head, but the way he looked at me was pure fire. Possessive. Dangerous. Like he already had plans for what he was going to do to me the second the school bell rang and I was his again.

And God, I hoped he did.

Because I wasn’t just some eighteen-year-old girl anymore. I wasn’t just the best friend’s daughter. I wasn’t just a quick fuck or a one-time mistake.

I was his.

His to use. His to protect. His to wreck. His to own.

And I never wanted to be anything else.

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~Lyra~

We pulled up in front of the school, but I didn’t move.

The car was still running. My chest was still tight. And even though the sun was up and teenagers were filing through the gates with backpacks and half-finished homework, I was still sitting here, thighs pressed together, mouth sore, and brain foggy from everything he made me feel.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what Camilla had said. Not just the insults. Not just the jealousy. But that one line-“I’m human.”

I turned toward him slowly.

“Damon,” I said quietly, the word still sticky on my lips after everything we’d done, “Camilla said she was human. What does that mean?”

He didn’t answer right away. He stared straight ahead, his jaw locked, his hand still on the wheel like he was forcing himself to stay calm. I could see the way his chest moved-slow breaths like he was preparing to rip open a chapter of his past that he probably hadn’t told anyone.

“What does it mean?” I asked again, softer now. “That she’s human?”

He exhaled through his nose, turned his head toward me, and looked at me like the truth had always been heavy but never quite this real.

“It means,” he said slowly, voice like gravel and fire, “that she was never supposed to be mine.’

The words hit me like a slap and a kiss at the same time.

“I waited years for a mate,” he continued, and now his voice was steady. Deep. Raw. Honest. “I waited until I was almost twenty-five. Every Alpha feels it-this pull, this hunger, this ache in your bones that doesn’t make sense until you see her. Smell her. Touch her. And every year that passed without it, I got colder. Meaner. Harder. My father kept saying maybe my mate died young. That sometimes the bond just… doesn’t come.”

I swallowed, listening like every word was being engraved in me.

“I didn’t want to marry just anyone,” he said. “I knew I wasn’t built for softness. I would destroy a girl who didn’t know how to handle me. So my father made me a deal. He had a human friend—a man he trusted with his life. That man had a daughter. That was Camilla. A human. Smart. Obedient. Pretty in the way humans are sometimes. My father said it would settle the rumors. Calm the pack. Give me someone to stand beside me.”

He turned fully now, one arm slung across the back of my seat, his eyes dragging over me like he couldn’t stop himself. “But what I didn’t know,” he said slowly, like every word was burning his throat, “was that my mate would be my daughter’s best friend.”

I blinked. My throat closed. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to jump into his hands.

“I saw you that first day. You were so young. I knew I had to wait” he continued, and now his voice was shifting-lower, hotter, drenched in heat. “I smelled you before I even walked into the room. I felt you before I even saw you. And when I laid eyes on you, I knew. I fucking knew. You were too young. Off-limits. Completely forbidden. But it didn’t matter. My instincts didn’t care.”

He reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, then let his fingers trail down the side of my neck. His touch was gentle, but the look in his eyes was anything but.

“I tried to stay away. I tried to bury it. I told myself it was just lust. Just the Omega scent. But then you looked at me with those eyes. You smiled at me like you didn’t even know how dangerous I was. You walked around my house in those tiny little shorts. You left your scent everywhere. And I lost my fucking mind.”

I couldn’t breathe. My whole body was on fire just from hearing him talk.

“You don’t understand what it’s like for someone like me,” he said, voice rougher now, almost shaking. “To find a mate after so long. To finally feel that pull… and have it be you. A girl I was supposed to protect. Supposed to ignore. Supposed to hand off to someone younger, safer, dumber.”

He shook his head, eyes now locked on my thighs, his pupils blown wide with need.

“But I couldn’t. I couldn’t stop imagining how tight you’d feel wrapped around my cock. I couldn’t stop smelling your heat. I couldn’t stop hearing you moan in my fucking dreams. You don’t know what you’ve done to me, Lyra. You’ve ruined every ounce of control I’ve ever had.”

My breath hitched.

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He leaned in closer, one hand resting on my thigh, slowly sliding upward until his palm was pressed firmly just below the hem of my skirt.

“And then when I finally had you…” he murmured. “When I finally tasted you, fucked you, felt you pulsing around me and begging for more… I knew I could never go back. Camilla was a mistake. A placeholder. A distraction. You? You’re mine. My mate. My obsession. My Omega. My dirty little secret that I’m never giving back.”

I didn’t speak. I couldn’t.

My body was already trembling again.

He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“You were made for me,” he whispered. “And I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving that.”

And I swear, right then, I nearly came.

“Fuck… that’s so hot,” I breathed, thighs clenching hard under my skirt. “I wanna fuck you right now. I don’t care if we’re in the parking lot. I want you to bend me over the dashboard and make me scream your name in front of the whole damn school.”

His hand squeezed my thigh, his breath hitched, but then he leaned back slowly and gave me that smirk—that Daddy knows best smirk that made me want to bite him and beg him in the same breath.

“Nope,” he said, voice firm now. “You’ve already made me cum once today, you little menace. You’re going to school.” I groaned. “But-“

He held up a finger, eyes sharp. “No buts. You’re going. And I repeat-do not let any boy touch you. Don’t let them look at you. Don’t let them breathe near you. I don’t care if it’s a handshake, a brush in the hallway, or some dumbass offering to carry your books-if any one of those boys lays a fucking finger on you, I swear to God, Lyra, I will rip his fucking hands off and make him eat them.”

My mouth dropped open.

He wasn’t kidding.

He looked like he was already imagining it-blood, violence, total destruction-just because someone might flirt with me by the lockers.

“Don’t play with those young boys,” he warned, voice dropping even lower. “They’re not men. They don’t know what to do with something like you. They’ll try to joke with you, sit beside you, maybe slide into your messages, and you might think it’s harmless but it’s not. Because they don’t know you belong to someone. They don’t know you’ve already been fucked raw and ruined.”

He leaned in close again, eyes burning.

“They don’t know what I’m capable of doing if anyone touches what’s mine.”

My whole body froze.

Because he meant it.

Every single word.

His voice dropped even lower, full of that slow, dangerous calm that made every hair on my body stand up. His hand was still on my thigh, fingers warm and firm like they were warning me to behave or else.

“I’ve killed for less,” he said, staring at me like he wanted to burn the whole fucking world down just to keep me untouched.” Don’t mistake my silence for softness. I might let you walk through those school doors, but that doesn’t mean you’re free. You’re still under me, under my rules, under my control. And I’m not sharing you. Not now. Not ever.”

I swallowed hard, heart pounding so loud I couldn’t even hear the school bell in the distance anymore.

“You hear me, kitten?” he said, dragging the back of his knuckles along my jaw in that slow, possessive way that made my whole body shiver. “You belong to me. Every look you give, every step you take, every smile, every fucking moan-it’s mine. You get through this day, and then you come right back to me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, my legs barely holding steady now.

He finally leaned back, satisfied, smirked like the devil, and nodded toward the door.

“Go on,” he said. “Before I change my mind and fuck you so hard you forget the way to your classroom.”

I rolled my eyes with a grin, pushed the door open with weak knees, and grabbed my bag.

“Bye, Damon,” I said as sweetly as I could, trying not to show just how badly I wanted to climb back into his lap and ride him until my voice broke.

“Be good,” he called after me. “And remember what I said.”

I waved once without looking back and joined the sea of students already heading inside. I tried to focus, really, I did. But the second I stepped through those school gates, it all hit me at once. The hallway. The noise. The backpacks. The squeaky sneakers. The girls whispering. The guys already eyeing me.

But I kept walking, head high, heart still pounding from Daddy’s words.

I was just about to turn the corner and head to my first class when bam-I walked straight into a wall of muscle.

I staggered backward instantly.

“What the fuck?” I snapped, rubbing my shoulder. “Watch where you’re—”

And then he turned around.

Smiling.

All teeth.

Arrogant.

And familiar.

“Oh hi, Omega. You’re not on heat today”he said, like we were best friends. Like we had some unfinished conversation.

My heart dropped into my stomach.

The fuck?

No.

No, no, no.

It couldn’t be.

But it was.

The same boy from that damn party.

The one me and Tasha went to.

The one where she left me to go have a full-blown orgy.

What the actual fuck is he doing here?

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I blinked so hard I nearly knocked my contact lens out, and I swear for a second, I forgot how to fucking breathe. Because no. No.

There was no way. There was no damn way the universe had the audacity, the absolute fuck-you nerve to put him in my path again, not after everything that happened, not after that party, not after Damon literally threatened to dismember anyone who looked at me too long. I mean, what the actual hell?

This boy, this walking red flag of sex and danger and smug grins, was standing right in front of me in the same damn uniform as me, like this was some kind of joke.

Like the universe thought it’d be funny to drop him in my school like a grenade inside a pencil case. And oh my God, he was smiling.

The same fucking smile. The one he gave me right before he leaned in that night and sniffed me like I was a hot plate of jollof rice. What kind of psycho does that? Who does that at a party?

And now?

Now he had the audacity-the unholy confidence-to look at me like we were friends. Like we had history. Like he knew things about me.

And now he was here.

In my school.

“Oh hi, Omega. You’re not on heat today.”

That’s what he said.

That’s literally what he said to me.

In the hallway.

At 8:17 a.m.

While other students were still drinking Milo and arguing over who stole whose pen.

I stared at him like he’d grown two heads. Or like one of them was already halfway between my legs. Because what kind of psychopath says something like that so casually?

Like, bro. Be fucking serious. I just got out of Damon’s car ten seconds ago with my thighs still shaking and my insides basically saying thank you, Daddy, and now you want to pull up and sniff my hormone levels in the hallway?

“Do I look like I’m on heat?” I hissed, crossing my arms and backing up slightly even though my treacherous body was not getting the memo that we hate this boy. No, my body was out here tingling and pulsing and warming up like it wanted a second round of chaos. Bitch. Calm down.

He just grinned like he could hear my thoughts. Like he knew what I was feeling. And that only pissed me off more.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded, voice a little too loud, because a few heads turned.

But I didn’t care. I had bigger problems than reputation management. I had a hot menace standing in front of me with the kind of swagger that made lockers feel like cages and hallways feel like hunting grounds.

He shrugged, sliding his hands into his pockets like he hadn’t just turned my entire world into a slow-burn porno.

“I transferred,” he said simply. “New school. New prey.’

Oh.

Hell.

No.

I felt the blood rush to my face so fast I thought I might pass out, because who the fuck says prey? Who uses predator language before first period? What kind of villain origin story was I trapped in?

“This is a school,” I snapped, jabbing a finger into his stupid, broad chest. “Not a fucking hunting ground. So go be creepy somewhere else.”

His eyes dropped to my finger. Then to my lips. Then to my chest. And I swear he licked his bottom lip like I was a fucking dessert.

“I like it when you talk like that,” he murmured. “All bossy. All bark. I wonder if you bite.”

I choked.

Not literally. But almost. Because that voice? That voice? It was sin dipped in chocolate and sprinkled with audacity. “You’re disgusting,” I muttered, turning to leave because I could already feel the heat crawling up the back of my neck and if I stayed one more second I was going to say something I’d regret-or worse, something I’d moan.

But he didn’t let me walk away. Of course not. Because this boy was a certified problem. A chaotic, sexy, terrible problem. “What’s wrong, Omega?” he called after me, voice low and lazy. “Your Alpha didn’t fuck the brat out of you this morning?”

I stopped walking.

I spun around on my heel so fast I almost tripped, marched back up to him like I was about to throw hands-and maybe I was –but then he leaned down slightly, smirked again, and whispered:

“You smell like him.”

I blinked.

“What?” I breathed.

 

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“Your scent,” he murmured. “It’s not clean. It’s not pure anymore. You reek of Alpha cum

He said it like it was a compliment. Like I should be proud of it. And the worst part? The absolute worst part? My body reacted to it. My skin got hotter.

I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off, to remind him I had a whole Alpha Daddy who could snap his neck like a pencil and not even flinch-but he didn’t let me. Of course he didn’t. Because apparently this boy was allergic to boundaries and full of sin.

“You’ve been fucked,” he went on, voice lower now, crueler, like he wanted to carve the truth into me with every word. “And not just once. No, I can smell it on you. He’s been inside you more than once. He’s filled you up. Claimed you. Knot or no knot, doesn’t matter. Your body belongs to him now. And yet-“

He leaned in close, way too close, and my back hit the locker behind me with a soft thud. His eyes dragged down my body, slow and smug and invasive, until they landed right where they shouldn’t—just beneath the hem of my skirt.

“-you’re still walking around like a brat who doesn’t know she needs to be leashed.”

I gasped so loud I swore the whole hallway heard me, but nobody was looking. Nobody cared. The students kept walking, chattering, slamming lockers, gossiping about assignments and lunch, and here I was, being verbally assaulted by a hot demon in uniform.

“Get away from me,” I hissed, but it came out more breathless than threatening, and his grin told me he knew it.

“Fuck, you got thicker,” he murmured, his voice so casual, so full of hunger, like he was talking about a meal he couldn’t wait to eat. “That Alpha’s been feeding you right, huh? Pumping you full of cum and stuffing you with breakfast in bed?”

His hand moved before I could stop it.

Down.

Over the curve of my hip. Across the outer edge of my thigh.

And then lower.

“Don’t touch me!” I snapped, shoving his chest, but his other arm snaked around my waist like a fucking trap, and then we were moving-he dragged me, dragged me, across the hallway and into the shadowy corner between the janitor’s closet and the vending machine.

It was half-hidden. Dark. Forgotten. Like it was made for secrets and sin. And oh God, the second we stopped moving, his eyes dropped to my thighs again.

“You shouldn’t wear skirts this short if you don’t want people staring,” he whispered, brushing his knuckles along my bare thigh like it was nothing. Like he had the right. “But maybe you do.

My breath came out in a sharp, panicked burst. I tried to speak, but it just turned into a squeak. A full-on Omega squeak, and I hated myself for it.

His hand moved higher.

“Let me go,” I said through clenched teeth, trying to shove him again, but he was too strong, and my stupid body wasn’t cooperating. My thighs were shaking. My knees were weak. And worst of all-my core was getting wet. Wet. In the middle of school. In a hallway. With this boy touching me like he had no fucking shame.

I opened my mouth to yell-really yell-but his hand slapped over my mouth so fast I didn’t even see it coming.

“Shhh,” he murmured, voice dark now. Dangerous. But not loud. Not panicked. Like he’d done this before. Like this was just routine. “You don’t want Daddy hearing, do you? You don’t want him storming in here, sniffing the air, and finding out some little punk made his Omega wet in the middle of the hallway.”

I froze.

Because holy shit.

He was right.

Damon would smell it. If he came near this corridor, if he caught even a whiff of my heat or arousal or distress, he’d come charging in like a fucking wolf possessed. And it wouldn’t be a warning. It wouldn’t be a threat. It would be blood and broken bones and a whole-ass murder scene.

I shook my head against his palm, and his smirk widened.

“Good girl,” he purred, his fingers still tracing that line down my thigh, getting closer and closer to the edge of my panties, and I couldn’t believe this was happening. I couldn’t believe I was letting this happen. My mind was screaming, begging me to move, to run, to bite him or knee him or do something. But I wasn’t strong enough for him.

“You smell so fucking good,” he whispered, bending down now, nose brushing the side of my neck. “I could taste you right now. I could bend you over this vending machine, pull your panties to the side, and fuck you so good you’d forget how to spell your name.”

A whimper slipped out against his palm.

Goddamn it.

I whimpered.

Me.

“You want me to stop?” he asked softly, fingers now dancing just under the edge of my skirt, barely touching the inside of my thigh.

I nodded fast, but my hips betrayed me and tilted slightly forward.

“Liar,” he whispered, pressing a kiss-an actual kiss-to the side of my jaw. “You like being cornered. You like being hunted. You like knowing someone’s watching you, needing you, wanting to ruin every inch of you.

“Shut the fuck up!” I hissed, heart racing, face burning. “Don’t you ever talk to me like that again. You don’t know me. You don’t own me. I don’t care what you think you smell or how much fucking Alpha cock you think I’ve had-I am not yours, you sick fucking freak.”

He froze.

For just a second.

Like I’d short-circuited him. Like the slap hadn’t just bruised his face-it had bruised his fucking ego.

Then slowly, slowly, he turned back toward me.

His cheek was red. His jaw was flexing. And his eyes-those cocky, infuriating eyes-were no longer amused. They were dark now. Shadowed.

“Oh, baby,” he said low, voice like gravel dragged through a storm. “You are gonna regret that.”

My stomach dropped.

My breath caught.

Because the way he said it?

It wasn’t a threat.

It was a promise.

He stepped forward, just one step, and I backed up immediately-but there was nowhere left to go. My spine hit the wall again, and for the first time since this whole stupid morning started, I actually felt scared.

Not just turned on.

Not just annoyed.

Not just horny.

But scared.

Because he was smiling again.

Not that cute little smirk from earlier. Not the arrogant “I want to fuck you in front of the vending machine” smile.

No.

This smile was darker. Sharper