Ch. 16..20: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 16-20

Favorite Sin 16

~Lyra~

I couldn’t take it anymore.

Tasha was still talking.. Grinning like a girl who had no f*****g clue what it felt like to be ruined without even being touched.

She was leaning over the kitchen counter in a silk crop top, chewing on a pink straw while pouring Bailey’s

into her iced coffee like it was 10PM instead of 10AM..

“This party is going to be insane,” she said, twirling her straw. “Like..I’m not even exaggerating..Kehlani’s DJ is coming. Kehlani’s. And the bartender? Girl, he makes drinks that glow. Actual neon. Last time I blacked out after three sips. They had to carry me out like a dead body.”

I didn’t say a word.

She didn’t notice.

She was too busy hyping herself up. Pacing now. Pulling open drawers. Sniffing herbs like she was hunting for something stronger.

“Oh…and the weed? Imported. Hybrid strain. Not even legal. Jamal got it from some freaky nympho supplier. Apparently it makes your p***y taste like mangoes.” She looked back at me with a cackle. “Can you imagine?! Someone going down on you and being like mmm is that Tropicana?”

I forced a dry laugh.

My thighs were clenched so tight my legs were shaking.

“And wait, wait,” she said, holding up a finger. “That’s not even the best part. I bought edible panties. Three flavors. Cherry. Mango. Rum Punch. I was gonna save them for Valentine’s but f**k it. Life is short. Orgasms are shorter. Might as well eat ‘em off each other, right?”

I swallowed hard.

The slick between my thighs was turning into a mess.

“And I’m so f*****g glad daddy accepted,” she continued, oblivious. “I was so scared he’d say no.

I blinked at her.

She didn’t stop.

“Sometimes I think he lowkey thinks we’re all lesbians. Or like… bisexual witches. Which isn’t wrong. Honestly. I do want to f**k all my friends at least once. Especially if we’ve been drunk together. And b***h, you…“she grinned, pointing.

“You’re so quiet. I just know you’ve got some freak in you. I can feel it. Don’t act innocent.

My stomach turned.

I couldn’t f*****g breathe.

I muttered, “I need to pee.”

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She waved a dismissive hand. “Go pee. You already look high. Or horny. Or both. Want a brownie?”

I shook my head.

Grabbed my mug but didn’t sip it.

Walked out of the kitchen with shaky steps and my wetness sliding between my thighs.

I didn’t go to the guest bathroom.

I went straight upstairs.

To his room.

To his f*****g bathroom.

I don’t even know why.

Yes I do.

Because it still smelled like him.

Because the mirror still had the faintest streak of his steam.

I closed the door behind me and stared at myself.

Hair wild.

Face flushed.

Shirt sticking to my t**s like a second skin.

n*****s stiff enough to tear through the cotton.

My thighs were shiny. Literally glistening with arousal.

I yanked the shirt off. Tossed it on the floor.

I wasn’t wearing panties.

So I was bare.

Pink.

Swollen.

Soaked.

And there..on the inside of my thigh..was my wetness

I reached down and touched it.

Brought my fingers to my mouth.

Tasted myself.

God.

My knees buckled.

I slid down to the tile, legs spreading without permission. My back hit the wall. My fingers dipped low.

I was so wet they slipped right in.

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But it wasn’t enough.

It didn’t feel like him.

I rubbed my clit in slow circles. Tried to remember the way he grabbed me. The way his breath burned

against my neck. The way he whispered like he wanted to murder me and f**k me in the same breath.

“You want this c**k, little girl?”

Yes.

God, yes.

I moaned. My hips bucked.

I added another finger.

Still not enough.

Still too empty.

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I imagined his thigh between my legs again. That thick muscle grinding up against me while his c**k teased my entrance. That cruel, filthy smirk when he said…

“You don’t get it that easy.”

f**k.

My head hit the wall.

I rubbed harder.

But it wasn’t right.

It wasn’t him.

My fingers weren’t thick enough. Long enough. Mean enough.

I needed the way he gripped my neck.

The way he shoved my face down and said..

“Beg me for it. Beg me to ruin your tight little cunt.”

My body spasmed.

But I didn’t c*m.

I couldn’t.

I was right there.

Right at the edge.

And it just… slipped.

Gone.

My fingers fell away.

My hand hit the tile with a soft slap.

I laid there panting.

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f*****g trembling.

Wet and frustrated and furious.

Because Damon didn’t even f**k me.

He didn’t touch my clit.

Didn’t eat me.

Didn’t even kiss me.

He just teased.

Just talked.

Just rubbed that thick, veiny c**k along my soaked body like he knew it would destroy me.

And it did.

He said I’d think about it all day.

He said I’d hate it.

He was right.

I curled onto my side, thighs sticking together from slick and shame.

And whispered his name.

“Damon…”

Nothing.

No answer.

Just silence.

And the ache of not being enough for him to stay.

The silence ate me alive.

I laid there like a f*****g ghost. Skin flushed. Cunt throbbing. My chest rising and falling with shallow, broken breaths while the taste of him lingered on my tongue like sin.

Why did he leave.

Why the f**k did he tease me like that. Touch me like that. Say those things to me. And just walk away like none of it mattered.

Like I didn’t matter.

I curled tighter on the tile. Nails digging into my palm. Thighs sticky with need and shame and the ache of a girl who had just wrecked herself for a man who didn’t even f**k her.

I didn’t hear the door.

Didn’t hear the footsteps.

I just felt it.

That shift in the air. That tightening in my gut. Like something dark had returned to claim what it owned.

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And it had.

“Lyra.”

His voice slid down my spine like ice.

I jerked up too fast. My hand slipped in the mess I’d made and I caught myself with a gasp. My knees splayed wide. My back hit the cold tile. My body laid out like a sacrifice.

He stood in the doorway.

Still dressed from the meeting. Shirt black. Collar open. Sleeves rolled. Forearms taut with fury. Veins bulging. One hand on the doorframe. The other curled into a fist like he was holding back violence.

His eyes dropped.

He saw everything.

The open legs. The flushed skin. The sticky trail on my inner thigh. My fingers. Still slick. Still twitching. Still buried halfway in my cunt.

He didn’t blink.

Didn’t move.

Just watched.

My heart seized.

My mouth opened.

But he spoke first.

“I told you,” he said, stepping in.. “You’d think about it all day.”

I didn’t breathe.

“I told you,” he repeated, “you’d f*****g hate it.”

He shut the door.

Click.

That sound echoed louder than my heartbeat.

“And yet,” he said, slow steps bringing him closer, “you crawled back in here like a dog. And got yourself off on my f*****g floor.”

I whimpered.

He stopped at my feet.

Towering over me.

“I didn’t even touch you,” he said.

I couldn’t speak.

“And look at you,” he sneered. “Soaking. Shaking. Spreading your slutty little cunt for your own fingers like

you thought they’d ever compare to mine.”

He crouched.

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Slow.

Calculated.

Like he had all the time in the world to dismantle me.

His eyes were molten.

Burning with disgust and hunger and something far more dangerous.

“You think I didn’t smell it,” he murmured. “You think I didn’t know you were in here. Pathetic. Wet. f*****g whining into the silence because your p***y missed me.”

I gasped.

He dragged a finger along my slit.

Wet.

Slick.

Still leaking.

Still fluttering.

“Did you cum.”

I shook my head. “N–no.”

“Why not.”

My voice cracked. “Didn’t feel like you.”

His jaw clenched.

“You’re right.”

His hand shot forward.

Slapped my p***y.

Loud.

Brutal.

I cried out. My back arched. My thighs jerked.

“Because your fingers are useless.”

He slapped it again.

Harder.

I sobbed. My cunt clenched in midair.

“Your fingers” he growled “aron’t think

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“Open,

I opened.

He shoved his wet fingers in my mouth.

“Suck.”

I did.

I sucked.

Tasted everything. My own heat. His dried precum. The shame. The ruin. The ache of a girl who had humiliated herself without ever being touched.

He pulled them out.

Stood.

He unbuckled his belt.

My breath caught.

The sound alone did something to me. Something deep. Something ugly. Like the floor under me shifted and all that slick between my thighs turned molten.

I watched him unzip slowly.

No rush. No mercy.

And then he pulled it out.

I stared.

I blinked.

I forgot how to f*****g breathe.

Oh my God.

Oh my f*****g God.

His c

**k was…

Huge.

Not just big. Not just thick. Not just long.

Monstrous.

My mouth fell open.

It hung heavy in his hand. Thick veins running along the shaft like punishment. The skin flushed dark with blood. Smooth and swollen and terrifying. The head was fat, engorged, flushed almost purple and dripped a strand of precum that stretched and broke, landing hot on the tile between us.

I was frozen.

Shaking.

My thighs clenched and all I could think was-

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That can’t go inside me.

That can’t fit.

That would tear me apart.

That would split me.

I was a virgin. Untouched. I’d never even had a finger all the way in without wincing. I was too tight. Too

small.

And he was massive.

The length alone had to be at least nine, maybe ten inches. Long enough that my throat clenched just imagining it. Thick enough to make my cunt flutter in fear. Not just around. Wide. Mean. Brutal. Like it was made for pain. Like it wasn’t meant for comfort or slow s*x or first times.

It was meant to ruin.

It was meant to hurt.

And I couldn’t look away.

My breath hitched. My clit throbbed. My p***y leaked like my body was confused–terrified and desperate and

soaking all at once.

He gripped the base. Slowly stroked it once.

I whimpered.

I wanted to run.

I wanted to choke on it.

I wanted him to force it between my legs and say don’t fight it, take it, take it all, take what you were f*****g

made for.

I bit my lip and moaned.

He saw it.

He f*****g saw everything.

My dilated pupils.

My gaping mouth.

The pure filth on my face as I stared at that c**k like it was my executioner and I wanted to die choking.

“You ever seen one this big,” he asked.

I shook my head slowly. Couldn’t stop trembling. “No.”

“You ever had anything inside you

“No.”

“Not even a toy.”

I swallowed. “I tried. Once. It hurt too much.”

He grinned.

And stepped steer

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I couldn’t stop staring.

His c**k was in his hand. Thick. Pulsing. Leaking like it was already inside me. Like it belonged there. Like my mouth was the only place it was willing to go.

My p***y clenched just looking at it.

God.

The length of it.

The way it hung from his fist, heavy and veined and unforgiving. The head swollen and purple, so wide it looked like it would split my lips in half before it ever made it to my throat. There was no way that would fit. No way it would slide in.

But I wanted it.

I wanted him to force it.

Rip me.

Stretch me,

Crack me open like a virgin sacrifice.

My tongue pressed to the roof of my mouth. My chest heaved. I was soaking the floor. Every inch of me ached like I was in heat and he was the only cure.

He took one step forward.

Held the base.

And slapped it against my cheek.

I moaned.

f*****g moaned.

“Look at you,” he said.

His voice was lower than before. Rougher. Like gravel over a flame. It vibrated inside me.

“Drooling for a c**k you can’t even take.”

My lips parted.

He pushed the head against them.

Not in.

Just there.

Hot. Wet. Massive.

My jaw trembled,

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“Open your mouth, little girl,” he whispered. “Let me show you what it means to beg.”

I opened.

Wide.

Like a good w***e.

The head slid in.

Not far. Not deep.

But enough to stretch me.

Enough to make my eyes water.

I whimpered.

And then he pulled back.

Smirked.

“Can’t even get past the tip.”

He slapped it on my tongue again. Dragged the head over it. Slow. Filthy. Left a trail of precum across my

tastebuds.

“You think this c**k’s gonna be gentle just because your little cunt’s untouched?” he growled. “You think I’m gonna kiss your p***y and light candles and ask permission?”

I was panting.

“No,” he whispered. “I’m going to make you bleed for it.”

Oh God.

“Oh f**k,” I breathed.

“You’re going to cry with it inside you. Scream while it rips your virgin hole apart. And still beg me not to stop.

”

I shook.

“I’m going to split you open so wide you’ll never be tight again.”

He dragged it lower.

Across my chin.

My throat.

My heaving t**s.

“You’ll leak for days,” he said. “You’ll limp. You’ll sob into your pillow and rub your thighs together hoping the pain goes away. But it won’t.”

He leaned down.

Put his mouth beside my ear.

“Because you’ll still feel me?”

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I nearly came.

And then.

BANG. BANG. BANG. f**k.

My whole body flinched.

I gasped.

He didn’t move.

“Lyra?”

Tasha’s voice.

It was f*****g High. Oblivious. f*****g chirpy.

My blood went cold.

“Lyraaaa! Girl, are you in there? It’s time!”

I couldn’t breathe.

Damon didn’t flinch.

Just stared down at me. His c**k still hard. Still dripping. Still aimed at the lips I hadn’t even finished licking.

“Get up,” he ordered softly.

I tried.

My legs didn’t work.

He bent. Gripped my jaw again.

“You don’t c*m tonight.”

I whimpered.

“You don’t even touch yourself.”

My thighs twitched.

“If I smell slick on your fingers when you get back,” he said, mouth at my throat, “” make you regret ever learning how to moan.”

Another knock.

Louder.

“Lyra, come on! You’re gonna miss the whole entrance!”

He let go.

His c**k was still out.

I scrambled for my shirt. Barely got it on.

My p***y was leaking. My thighs wet. My lips pink and swollen and bruised from not even being kissed.

I opened the door.

Tasha was there, holding glitter heels and a mesh dress.

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She blinked at me.

Then smirked. “Did you nap or nut?”

I said nothing.

She held out the clothes. “Come on. Let’s make you look like a whore.”

I looked back once.

Damon was still there.

Watching me go.

Still hard.

Still silent.

Still promising hell.

And I knew..tonight wasn’t over.

It hadn’t even f*****g started.

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Tasha yanked me into her room before I could even catch my breath.

She didn’t say anything at first. Just kicked the door shut with her heel and turned toward the bed like this

was just any other party prep.

It wasn’t.

Not for me.

Not after what just happened on the bathroom floor.

My p***y was still throbbing. My throat still wet with the taste of him. My insides were slick and hot and trembling like I’d been dipped in electricity and dragged across tile.

But Tasha had no idea.

She was humming.

Spinning in circles like a little demon fairy, grabbing shoes and gloss and n

And then she turned.

Held the dress up.

It wasn’t a dress.

It was barely a whisper.

from the chaos of her bed.

Black mesh. Transparent. Stretchy/ Sleeveless. Two velvet straps where the cups should be. Slits that cut all

the way up to the hip. No lining. No modesty. No mercy.

Her grin was f*****g evil.

“This,” she said, waving it, “is gonna make the Devil jealous.”

My breath hitched.

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I was still dripping.

“You’re wearing this,” she continued, “with heels, gloss, no bra, no panties, and zero f*****g shame.”

I didn’t move.

She raised her brows. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna b***h out now.”

I opened my mouth to argue, to say anything, but she didn’t wait.

“Strip.”

I blinked.

“What?”

“Strip, baby girl. I’m dressing you up like the forbidden fantasy you are.”

My stomach dropped.

I hesitated.

Her eyes narrowed.

“You think I haven’t noticed?” she said, stepping closer. “The way you walk around here like a wet dream with no clue how many people want to f**k you stupid? Please.”

Her voice dropped.

“You’ve got virgin t**s, Lyra. Perfect. Perky. Soft as hell. The kind men pray for. You’ve got this whole sweet–innocent–face but ‘ruin me‘ body thing going on. And I swear to God, if you don’t let me show you off tonight, I’m disowning you.”

I stared at her.

Still frozen.

Still aching.

She gave me a look that was half threat, half worship.

“Take. The. Shirt. Off.”

My hands moved before my brain caught up.

I lifted it slow.

Over my head.

And when it dropped to the floor, I felt her eyes drag over every inch of skin I’d just exposed.

“Holy. Shit.”

Her voice was breathless.

Like she’d just seen something sacred.

She stepped closer.

Her fingers hovered near my chest but didn’t touch. Just circled,

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“Your n*****s are so f*****g hard,” she whispered. “Jesus, Lyra. Look at your t**s. They’re unreal.

I looked down.

They were flushed.

High.

Pink tips stiff and aching.

My skin was still warm from Damon’s touch.

My chest rose and fell with every breath I couldn’t fully catch.

“You have the kind of t**s people write porn about,” she said, eyes wide. “Like..fuck, they’re heavy, but not saggy. Perfect handfuls. Your n*****s look edible. Are you kidding me?”

I covered them out of instinct.

She slapped my hands away. “Don’t you dare.”

Then she spun me toward the mirror.

“Look at yourself.”

I did.

And gasped.

My reflection was filthy.

My cheeks were flushed. My lips pink and slightly parted. My chest was flushed. My thighs were wet. Shiny with leftover slick that hadn’t dried from the bathroom floor.

I couldn’t even look at my own eyes.

They looked f****d.

Hungry.

Destroyed.

Tasha grabbed the mesh dress from the bed and stepped up behind me.

“Arms up.”

Lobeyed.

She slipped it over my head. Pulled it down my body inch by inch, smoothing it over my curves.

The mesh clung like it was painted on.

Every curve.

Every n****e.

Every twitch of my hips.

The velvet straps cupped my t**s without covering them. The material dragged along my waist, pulled tight across my hips, and stopped just barely over the swell of my cunt.

I didn’t even feel dressed.

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I felt marked.

Tasha stood back.

“Jesus,” she whispered. “You look like a virgin sacrifice.”

I couldn’t speak.

She grabbed the heels. Silver. Shiny. High as hell.

“Step in.”

I did.

She crouched and strapped them around my ankles, her fingers brushing my calves like she was handling a porcelain doll.

Then she stood and grabbed a gloss tube.

It was a pink, we all t and glittering gloss.

She twisted it open and leaned in, dragging the wand across my bottom lip.

“Lick your lips.”

I did.

She stared at me in the mirror.

“You’re a f*****g wet dream.”

Hooked.

And she was right.

The dress showed everything.

My n*****s. My belly. My thighs. The faint streak of arousal still clinging to my skin.

My legs trembled.

My chest ached.

I looked like I’d been touched, teased, left on edge, and then dressed up in it.

Tasha grinned.

“You’re going to make him break.”

I turned toward her. “Who?”

She smirked. “Whoever’s dumb enough to think they can have you.”

I blinked.

Swallowed.

Didn’t answer.

Because I already knew.

There was only one man I wanted to break for me.

And he already had.

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“Let’s go,” Tasha said, tugging my wrist. “We’re gonna be late. You know Angel’s already snapping pictures

I could barely walk.

My legs weren’t working. My thighs were wet. But she was already yanking me down the hallway, heels

clacking against the floor as she practically skipped.

I followed like I wasn’t real.

Like I was floating.

Like I didn’t still taste his c**k on my lips.

We turned the corner into the living room and I stopped breathing.

“Daddy!” she called out. “Daddy!”

My stomach flipped.

My knees buckled.

He was standing near the bar. Shirtless.

Glass of whiskey in one hand. Sweatpants slung low on his hips. Chest broad. Abs sharp as f**k. Tattoos licking up one arm and disappearing across his collarbone.

He turned slowly.

Looked over his shoulder at the sound of her voice.

And the moment I saw his face..his mouth, his jaw, his f*****g eyes..

I couldn’t f*****g handle it.

f**k.

Fuuuck.

“How do we look?” Tasha asked sweetly, dragging me forward like I was a doll on display.

Damon didn’t answer.

His eyes dropped.

His gaze devoured me.

Started at my ankles.

Crawled up the silver heels.

Paused at my thighs.

The mesh was glued to my skin with arousal.

No panties. No mystery. Just wet, swollen, pink.

He saw it.

I know he saw it.

His eyes dragged higher.

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Over my hips.

My waist.

My tits..bare under the sheer mesh, n*****s hard and high and begging to be bitten.

Then finally, finally, he looked at my face.

And I swear to the f*****g Moon Goddess…

I came.

Right there.

One look.

My p***y clenched around nothing.

Heat flushed up my spine.

My vision blurred.

I swayed on my heels and had to lock my knees to keep from falling.

And he knew.

He knew.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

Not a smile.

Not even close.

“This dress is too short,” he said.

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“This dress is too short”

His voice didn’t shout

It didn’t need to

It rolled through the room like thunder in slow motion. It was obvious he was f*****g serious.

My heart dropped

My throat tightened

Because it wasn’t just a statement

Tasha laughed like a devil in glitter

“No Daddy it’s not” she said with that sugary sweet bratty tone she always used when she was testing him ”

this is what girls our age wear now you don’t want us looking like widows do you”

She twirled once like a spoiled little princess then shoved me forward like I was her personal offering

“Just look at what I did to Lyra” she said proudly “look at her outfit isn’t she beautiful”

I stumbled

The heels wobbled beneath me but I caught myself

Barely

And when I looked up

He was already staring

Damon

Shirtless now.

Tattoos licking across his chest like they’d been carved by fire and possession

Sweatpants slung low on his hips

Whiskey in one hand

Heat rolling off him in waves

But it was his eyes that undressed me

That f****d me

That made me tremble from the inside out

He didn’t blink

Didn’t look away

Didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was staring straight at my cunt

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Right where the mesh stretched tight between my thighs.

My lips were pink and swollen and pressed against the fabric like they were begging to be bitten

His jaw flexed

His eyes darkened

And then he took a slow sip of his drink

Didn’t say a word

Just kept watching

Like he was already imagining how he’d take me apart

Like he was already tasting it

Tasha giggled again

“You should thank me” she said “she was gonna wear a robe”

He didn’t respond

Didn’t even glance her way

His attention was locked on me like a predator eyeing the only prey in a room full of ghosts

He stepped forward

One slow step

Then another

Until I could feel the heat of his chest

The sharp scent of whiskey and sin on his breath

The outline of his c**k thick and heavy beneath the soft cotton

He towered over me

And when he spoke again it was quieter than before

“Upstairs”

Tasha blinked “what”

He didn’t repeat it

He just turned his head a fraction of an inch and looked at her

That was all it took

She huffed

Rolled her eyes

And left

Muttering something under her breath as she disappeared into the hall

But I couldn’t hear her

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Couldn’t hear anything

Because he was still there

In front of me

And I was alone

Again

With him

With the man who had dragged me into heat with nothing but a look

With the man who hadn’t even f****d me yet but already had my body weeping for him

He stepped closer

His fingers brushed the edge of the dress

Slid over my hip

Around the curve of my waist

Down to the bare skin of my ass where he gripped me and pulled me against him

His c**k pressed between us

Hard

Thick

f*****g angry

“This isn’t a dress” he said “it’s bait”

I couldn’t breathe

I couldn’t think

He was touching me and I was unraveling

He dragged his hand up

Over my spine

To the back of my neck where he fisted my hair and forced my face to his

“You know what happens to bait little girl”

I shook my head

Barely

Trembling

I couldn’t stop trembling

Not with his hand gripping the back of my neck like he owned it

Not with the heat of his c**k pressed thick and pulsing against the mess between my legs

Not with the sound of his voice dripping into my ear like venom and honey

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He didn’t move fast

He moved like a man who already knew the ending

Like a man who’d already broken me in his head a thousand different ways

And was now deciding which one would make me scream the loudest

He dragged his mouth along my jaw

Slow

Hot

Wet

His breath slid down my throat like the promise of something filthy

Then he dropped to his knees

Just like that

Damon.

Alpha

Father

Killer

Knelt in front of me like he was about to f*****g worship

Or devour

His hands gripped my thighs

Fingers spread

Digging into the softness like he was measuring how far he’d split them

I was already leaking

Already clenching

Already soaking the damn mesh that barely existed

He didn’t lift the dress

He didn’t need to

He bent

Opened his mouth

And licked straight through the fabric

I cried out

The heat of his tongue

The scrape of his teeth

The suction of his lips dragging along my soaked cunt through the mesh

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I couldn’t breathe

He groaned low

Dark

Like he’d just tasted the drug he’d been starving for

Then he gripped the hem

Fisted it

And ripped the f*****g dress up over my hips in one brutal motion

My p***y was bare now

Open

Exposed

Dripping in front of his face like an offering

Like a f*****g feast

“f**k,” he growled

“You’re soaked”

I whimpered

My legs shook

He hadn’t even kissed it bare yet

He leaned in

Licked me again

Skin to skin now

Tongue dragging up my folds

Flattening against my clit

Sucking it into his mouth so hard my knees gave out

He caught me

Threw one arm around my waist

Pulled me against his mouth like he needed it to breathe

And then he f*****g devoured me

No teasing

No warning

Just full–on sucking

Lapping

Groaning like my p***y was a curse and he was swallowing it to save his soul

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“Damon..fuck..”

I couldn’t finish

He shoved two fingers inside me

Deep

Thick

Curved them

Hooked them

f****d them into me like he was punishing my cunt for daring to look that pretty in front of him

My eyes rolled back

My mouth opened in a silent scream

His tongue didn’t stop

Circling my clit

Sucking it in

Flicking it with filthy expertise while his fingers stretched me open

I was losing it

Losing myself

My legs couldn’t hold me up

So he pushed me

Back

Hard

Until I hit the bar

Then he lifted my leg

Hooked it over his shoulder

And kept eating

Wet sounds echoed through the room as his mouth f****d my cunt like he wanted to drown in it

“Please…“I gasped

“Please I’m….I’m gonna..”

He didn’t stop

He didn’t f*****g stop

If anything

He went harder

His fingers pistoned into me

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His tongue brutal on my clit

Slick everywhere

My juices smeared across his mouth

Down his chin

Dripping onto the floor

My orgasm hit like lightning.

Cracked through my spine

Lit up every nerve

Every inch

Every f****d up ache inside me

I came with a scream

And he didn’t stop

Not even then

He kept going

f*****g my orgasm out of me like he was wringing it from my soul

My body convulsed

My hands clawed at the edge of the bar

My head fell back

“Too much…”

He growled

“Take it”

Then he stood

Still fully clothed

Still hard

His mouth was soaked with me

Shiny with my slick

His lips glistened as he licked them slowly

“I haven’t even started yet,” he whispered

He turned me around

Bent me over the bar

Ripped the mesh down the middle

And pressed his c**k to my entrance

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I was still pulsing from the orgasm

Still trembling from the taste of his mouth

But I spread my legs

And waited for the stretch

Because I knew

He was going to break me open next.

His c**k was right there.

Pressed at my entrance.

Thick, hot, pulsing like it had a f*****g heartbeat.

My p***y was already parted for him, lips slick and swollen and weeping from the way he’d just devoured me

with his mouth.

I was still bent over the edge of the bar, breath caught in my throat, thighs trembling like I’d been drugged on heat. His hand was firm on my hip, gripping me like he was about to shove that c**k in and f**k the air out of my lungs.

“You ready to be ruined now, little girl?”

His voice was a growl, buried in my ear, hot as hell and twice as wicked.

I nodded. Tried to answer. But no sound came out.

Just a whimper. Just a pathetic little noise as he rolled his hips forward and the head of his c**k pressed harder against the dripping mess between my legs.

My walls clenched before he even pushed in. I could already feel the stretch, the burn, the brutal width that would split me open and leave me wrecked for days.

And then.

“Daddy!”

The voice sliced through the tension like a f*****g blade. As my body jerked. His hand flew off my hip. The weight of his c**k disappeared. His grip loosened as footsteps echoed down the hallway.

“Daddy, are you still down here?”

Tasha.

f**k.

He turned me around fast. Hands moving like he’d done this before. He shoved the torn mesh dress down over my thighs, not that it did anything to hide the slick still glistening between my legs.

His hands were rough, fast, yanking me upright, tucking a stray curl behind my ear like that would somehow erase the fact that I was still gasping, still leaking, still trembling from the orgasm he’d just shoved down my throat with his tongue.

He took one step back.

Then another.

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His chest was still bare. His c**k still hard. His jaw still tight like he’d just been cockblocked mid–exorcism.

And then she appeared.

Tasha.

Heels. Glitter. Phone in hand.

Bouncing like she hadn’t just walked in on sin.

She didn’t see anything. Thank the moon goddess.

Didn’t notice how red my cheeks were or how uneven my breathing was or how my legs couldn’t stop

trembling.

“Daddy, please!” she whined, racing toward him. “One of our girls just called. The party is already on fire. Like it’s lit, Daddy. They said there’s this guy with a yacht, and apparently he’s scouting for a new wife, and you know Angel’s already taking pictures and I swear if we don’t get there now, we’ll miss everything!”

She clutched his arm like a child begging for candy.

Her voice was breathless. Her excitement infectious.

But Damon didn’t look at her.

He was looking at me.

Right at me.

Eyes locked on the space between my thighs like he was memorizing the taste of me.

My slick was still drying on his beard.

I knew it.

He knew it.

Tasha didn’t.

“Daddy, please,” she said again. Her tone shifted. Softer now. “Please. Can we go? I’ve been waiting all day.”

He took a slow breath.

Exhaled through his nose like he was trying to calm a storm.

Then finally.

“Fine,” he said. “But make sure you stay safe.”

“I will, Daddy. I promise.”

She kissed his cheek and started to turn, then paused.

“Can I take your car?”

Damon looked at her like she’d just suggested murder.

“Hell no, Tasha.”

She gasped.

“Come on, Daddy. You have, like, hundreds of cars.”

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“And the last time you took one, you ran it into a marble statue.”

“It was a movie prop!”

“You cracked the grille. Dented the hood. Scraped the side mirror.”

Her pout deepened.

“That car was boring anyway.“

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“The car was boring anyway.”

Tasha crossed her arms, her pout deepening into full–blown brat mode as she stared up at Damon like he

was the villain of her movie.

Her eyes glinted with irritation, the gloss on her lips catching the light as she tilted her head just enough to make the halo of her curls bounce. She looked like a spoiled heiress in heat..and she was.

“You want me to show up to the biggest party of the summer in a Jeep, Daddy? What will people say?” She threw her hands up in dramatic exasperation. “I’ll look like the designated driver or some divorced mom

trying to relive her glory days.”

Damon didn’t budge..

Didn’t blink.

He was still standing shirtless in the middle of the living room, the soft amber of the whiskey in his hand catching the light, highlighting the sweat on his abs and the sharp lines carved into his inked chest.

His c**k was still half–hard, outlined thick and heavy beneath his sweatpants, a silent, pulsing threat that hadn’t gone away since the moment he’d tasted me.

He looked at her like she was a mild inconvenience.

“I said take the Jeep.”

“You have hundreds of cars, Daddy,” she groaned. “Why do you care about that one?”

“Because you drive like a f*****g lunatic.”

Tasha gasped. “That’s so unfair! I only hit that statue because it came out of nowhere.”

“It was bolted to the ground.”

“It looked like it was going to move!”

He arched a brow. “It was a marble lion.”

She stomped her heel once against the tile. “Ugh! Whatever. You’re impossible.”

He didn’t answer.

Just took a slow sip of his drink and turned slightly toward the bar, ignoring her tantrum like he was used to it. Like it was just another storm that would pass.

But he didn’t look at me, and that silence between us was screaming. My thighs were still wet. My body still shaking. The wreckage of what almost happened still clung to every inch of me like perfume.

Tasha huffed again, snatched the Jeep keys off the console, and turned on her heel.

“Fine. I’ll take the stupid car. But if I get pulled over, I’m telling them you forced me.”

Damon said nothing.

She stormed toward the door, then paused halfway, glancing back at me with narrowed eyes.

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“You coming?”

I blinked, heart thundering.

My mouth opened before I could think. “I… I forgot something upstairs.”

Tasha rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t fall out. “Oh my God, b***h. Go grab it and hurry up.

If you make me wait more than five minutes, I swear I’m leaving your ass behind.”

She turned, heels clicking with every step as she marched to the garage like a glittering hurricane.

The door slammed.

Silence fell again.

Real silence.

No voices. No heels. No excuses.

Just me.

Just him.

And the tension still dripping from my thighs.

I didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

I stood there like prey that knew the predator was behind her.

I felt him watching me. Felt the burn of his gaze sliding back down my body. Felt his hunger pulsing louder

than the echo of my heartbeat.

His glass clinked as he set it down on the bar. The sound echoed like a goddamn countdown.

One.

Two.

Three steps.

He was behind me again.

His chest touched my back.

His hand wrapped tight around my throat. Not choking, Not gentle either. Just there. Dominant. Warm. Firm. Like a collar I’d never asked for but couldn’t breathe without.

He spun me fast, the mesh dress fluttering around my thighs, what was left of it clinging to my damp skin. My ass hit the bar.

His chest pressed into mine, I felt the heat of him again..every rigid muscle, every twitch of his c**k through his sweats, every drop of hunger that hadn’t been fed.

“You forgot something upstairs?

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

He already knew I was lying.

He already knew the only thing I forgot was my f*****g sanity.

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And I could feel it in his smirk as his hand slid from my throat to my jaw. His thumb traced the corner of my lip, slow, almost lazy, like he was remembering the feel of my mouth wrapped around it.

Then it dipped into my mouth again.

Not deep.

Just enough to taste me.

To make me open.

I moaned around it like a goddamn slut.

His eyes darkened.

He leaned in close, mouth barely brushing mine. “You lie so sweetly,” he whispered. “Like your p***y’s not still dripping down your thighs. Like your cunt didn’t beg for my c**k a minute ago.”

I whimpered as he dragged his thumb out of my mouth and slid it straight down.

Over my chin.

Between my t*s.

Down my stomach.

Until he reached the hem of the dress–what was left of it.

He lifted it slow.

So slow

And there it was again.

My bare, throbbing p***y

Still leaking.

Still pink.

Still ruined from his tongue.

He didn’t touch it.

Didn’t even brush his fingers over it.

He just stared

Like it belonged to him.

Like it was already tattooed with his f*****g name.

“Open your legs,” he murmured,

I did.

Barely.

My thighs shook.

My breath caught.

His mouth was at my ear again.

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“If I told you to sit on the edge of this bar and keep your legs spread all night while your friend danced with boys and got drunk off cheap vodka,” he whispered, “would you do it?”

I whimpered.

His palm smoothed up my thigh, stopped just shy of where I needed it.

“I bet you would,” he said. “I bet you’d sit here leaking. Moaning. Rubbing your thighs together while I watched

and didn’t touch.”

“Daddy,” I gasped.

He growled.

His hand slapped my inner thigh…just enough to sting.

“Don’t call me that,” he snapped. “Unless you want to get pinned to this bar and f****d like a bad little girl

who can’t keep her legs closed.”

My whole body shuddered.

“You think I didn’t see how you looked at me?”

I couldn’t breathe.

“You wanted me to see this cunt through that dress. You wanted my c**k so deep in you you’d forget your

own name.”

He leaned in. Pressed his hips against me.

I could feel every inch of it.

That thick, angry c**k.

Right there.

Right against my slit.

Not in. Not moving. Just pressing.

“I’m not going to f**k you,” he said darkly. “Not tonight.”

I whimpered.

“But I want you to feel what you’re missing.”

And then.

He rolled his hips once.

Just once.

And dragged the length of his c**k against my p***y.

Through my folds.

Through the mess.

Slow. Deliberate

I moaned so loud it echoed off the f*****g ceiling.

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He didn’t stop.

He did it again.

And again.

Just dragging it through my slit, over my clit, through the slick that made it glide like silk.

I tried to buck.

He held me still.

“Not inside,” he growled. “Not yet.”

My body was on fire.

Every nerve ending was begging.

My cunt was twitching. Clenching. Screaming for something that wasn’t coming.

He leaned down. Bit my lip.

Then pulled back.

And again.

He rolled his hips against me one more time and let out a low moan that sounded like it hurt.

And that’s when my phone started ringing. The ringtone was f*****g loud and relentless. It annoyed me. Who the f**k was calling me?

I gasped, reached for it with trembling hands, glanced at the screen.

Tasha.

Her name lit up with fire emojis.

I answered, still breathless, dress hiked to my waist, thighs spread, p***y wet against his c**k.

Her voice burst through the speaker.

“b***h! Come downstairs now or I’m leaving without you!”

I tried to speak. Failed. Swallowed hard. Tried again.

“…I’m sorry,” I said weakly. “I gotta go. I have to-”

I stepped off the bar. Legs shaking. Face flushed.

Turned toward the door.

But before I could take a step, Damon grabbed my wrist.

His grip was firm yet commanding at the same time.

His voice was low.

“Stay away from the boys at the party.”

I turned slowly. Looked up at him.

“And if they come near me?” I whispered.

His eyes burned through mine.

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He leaned in.

“Wanna find out?” he asked.

Then he smacked my ass.

Hard.

I gasped.

He smirked.

“Now leave,” he said, “before I rip that f*****g dress off your body and f**k you into next week.”

I didn’t breathe again until I was out the door.

But even then.

I was still wet.

Still trembling.

And still his.

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The front door slammed behind me.

I didn’t breathe until I hit the night air.

The wind was cool against my flushed skin, but it didn’t help. Not when my cunt was still soaked, not when

my thighs were slick and shaking, not when the scent of him was still on me like a second skin.

I hurried barefoot across the driveway, the stupid mesh dress clinging to every curve, the slap of my

heartbeat louder than the breeze. Damon’s warning echoed through my head with every step.

Stay away from the boys at the party.

Wanna find out?

Leave before I rip that dress off your body and f**k you.

f**k.

My body was still in that room. Bent over that bar. Soaked in the ache of almost.

And then I saw the Jeep.

Tasha was already in the driver’s seat, engine rumbling low, headlights on, one heel kicked off as she sat sideways behind the wheel with her phone pressed to her ear.

When she saw me, she threw it across the dashboard and slammed her palm against the horn.

“Finally,” she snapped, yanking the passenger door open before I could even reach for it. “What the actual f**k, Lyra?”

I slid in quickly, the door barely shutting before she peeled out of the driveway, tires screeching like her mood. “I told you I was grabbing something…”

“Oh shut the f**k up,” she barked, glaring at me from the corner of her eye. “I’ve been sitting in this car for ten minutes like a loser while you were in there doing God knows what with my dad.”

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I blinked. “I wasn’t…”

“f**k you!! I was not doing anything with your dad”

“I wanted to grab my pads cause my period just started”

Tasha let out a long, dramatic groan and thumped the steering wheel.

“You better not!” she hissed as she started driving..

My heart stopped.

She wasn’t wrong.

She wasn’t wrong about any of it.

But I lied.

I couldn’t tell her how he touched me.

How he didn’t f**k me.

How I could still feel the imprint of his c**k dragging between my folds.

How my p***y was clenching even now.

“But damn girl you look drop dead gorgeous” she complimented me as continued driving.

Honestly I wasn’t worried about the attention of heft at the party.

I was worried about what Damon would do when he found out.

When he heard.

When he saw.

And I had no idea what the f**k I was walking into.

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The second I stepped through the door, my lungs stopped working.

Not because it was crowded. Not because the music was so loud I could feel it in my teeth. Not even because

Tasha was already pulling me forward like she was leading me into a f*****g rave.

It was the smell.

The heat.

The s*x in the air.

That sharp, humid thickness that curled around my thighs like a whisper. My cunt clenched before I even realized what was happening. My whole body responded instinctively, like my biology just clocked where the f**k we were and was like, oh… oh f**k.

Because this wasn’t just a party.

This was a goddamn orgy disguised as a house party.

People were making out in public like they couldn’t breathe unless their tongues were down someone’s

throat.

A girl in the kitchen was grinding on a guy while his hand was inside her dress. Inside. And she wasn’t even trying to hide it. Just moaning softly into his mouth as his fingers disappeared up to the knuckle.

There were bodies everywhere. On counters. On couches. Some grinding on each other like they were in heat. Which, now that I think about it, they probably were.

A few had shifted partially. Fangs flashing. Eyes glowing. I watched a couple on the stairs lose control and f*****g shift during s*x. Mid–thrust. No shame. No pause. Just fur and snarls and a girl screaming yes yes yes like getting knotted in public was her Saturday night plan.

I felt my stomach twist. My thighs squeeze tighter.

I was an Omega.

Unmated. Untouched. Half–wrecked by Damon’s mouth.

And I just walked into a f*****g den of wolves with their c***s out and no rules.

Every cell in my body screamed danger. Every instinct I had said turn the f**k around. But I didn’t. I followed Tasha deeper into the house like an i***t. Like prey. Like a girl already halfway ruined and too curious for her

own good.

And they smelled me.

f**k. I could feel it.

The shift in the air when I passed

The subtle turns of heads.

The sniffing.

The growling.

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I wasn’t even the hottest girl here. Not by a long shot. There were girls in lingerie and pasties and sheer gowns with t**s out and legs spread and collars on.

Pants

But none of them smelled like me. None of them were Omega and wet and leaking Damon–f*****g–Thornvale’s warning between their thighs.

I didn’t belong here.

I knew it in my bones.

But I couldn’t stop walking.

Then she appeared.

Like a scene from one of those pornos I pretended not to watch.

t**s.

Just… t**s.

Gigantic, gravity–defying, perfectly round titties practically punching me in the face as this platinum–haired barbie bounced toward Tasha in six–inch heels and the tightest, glossiest latex top I’d ever seen. Her lips were shiny. Her waist was snatched. And her smile was fake as f**k

.

“Tasha,” she screamed, arms wide like they were best friends who hadn’t seen each other since the war.

Good to see you finally made it.”

She hugged her tight, jiggling everywhere, perfume slamming into me like a glitter–scented truck.

Strawberries. Weed. s*x.

And then her eyes landed on me.

And her smile… it f*****g slowed.

Like her brain just switched gears.

Like she sniffed something she couldn’t quite place and decided to follow the scent.

Her gaze dragged over my body so slowly it felt like she was peeling the ds off with her eyes. She tilted her head, one manicured finger wrapping around a lock of her hair.

“Who’s this?”

Her voice was syrupy.

Too sweet.

Like poison disguised as honey.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

Because she wasn’t really talking to me. She was studying me. Picking me apart with those sharp, glitter–shadowed eyes like she already knew I didn’t belong here and wanted to see how fast I’d fall apart.

Tasha slung an arm around me, laughing like nothing was wrong. “This is Lyra. My Best friend.”

Best friend.

My stomach twisted.

I wanted to laugh. Or maybe scream.

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Because I wasn’t just her friend.

I was the girl her father made moan on the bar an hour ago.

The girl who came down the stairs with c*m on her thighs and a warning in her ears.

The girl with a pulse too loud and a cunt still clenching around nothing.

But I smiled.

f*****g smiled.

Because what the f**k else was I supposed to do?

The blonde stepped closer. Her hips moved like a dancer’s. Her lashes fluttered.

“Well hello, Lyra,” she purred. “You look… fresh.”

Fresh?

What the f**k was that supposed to mean?

My eyes darted to Tasha, but she was already pulling away, distracted by someone yelling across the room.

“Drinks!” she squealed. “I need a shot!”

Then she was gone. Vanished into the blur of bodies and music.

Leaving me alone.

With her.

The blonde stepped in, smile razor–sharp.

She sniffed.

Not discreetly.

Sniffed.

And her smile grew

“Mmm,” she whispered, her eyes locking on mine. “You’re not from aroung nere, are you?”

I took a shaky breath. My heart slammed against my ribs. I was trying to act cool. Chill. Not like I was

seconds away from bolting or falling to my knees, whichever came first.

“… just moved.”

Her eyes dipped again.

To my thighs.

To the way they were pressed together so tightly I was practically vibrating.

She leaned in like she was going to whisper something dirty in my ear, and for a second I panicked. I thought she was going to call me out. Say she could smell him on me. That I reeked of Alpha and c*m and something forbidden.

But she didn’t.

She just dragged one perfect red nail down the center of my chest..not touching, but close enough to make

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my n*****s harden under the mesh.

And she whispered,

“You should be careful, Lyra.”

I blinked fast.

“What?”

She smirked.

“There are wolves here who’d do anything to sink their teeth into an unmated Omega.”

She stepped back, letting her gaze drop one more time to my legs.

And then she was gone.

Just like that.

Melted back into the party like smoke.

I stood there frozen. Shaking. Horny. Confused. My cunt was aching. My mind was screaming. I didn’t know if

I was going to run or scream or shove my hand between my legs and rub myself raw in a bathroom.

All I knew was that Damon wasn’t here.

But his warning still was.

His f*****g touch still was.

And I was a wet, trembling, wide–eyed little Omega in the middle of a goddamn den of wolves.

And every single one of them could smell what I was.

And exactly how close I was to breaking.

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I was still standing there like a f*****g statue, heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted out, thighs clenched so tight I was surprised I could still feel them, when Tasha came crashing back into my space like a goddamn glitter bomb.

She had a drink in one hand, a cigarette in the other, and her pupils were huge.

Like black holes eating light.

Like she’d either snorted something or was about to.

Her dress was already halfway up her thighs.

One strap had slid off her shoulder.

And she looked so goddamn alive it made me ache.

“There you are!” she yelled over the music, her voice coated in euphoria and vodka. “Why the f**k aren’t you drinking?”

I blinked.

She didn’t wait for an answer.

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She shoved a red solo cup into my hand, sloshing whatever was inside all over my fingers.

“Here. Drink. Dance. Flirt. Do something, b***h. You look like you’re waiting for someone to kidnap you.”

I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t speak.

I was still trying to catch up to the f*****g scene happening all around me. I saw a girl on her knees in the corner, sucking off a guy with a collar on.

I saw a half–shifted wolf girl on a leash, crawling through the crowd, barking for shots. I saw a group of guys sniffing something off each other’s abs while a girl fingered herself to the beat.

“I…” My voice cracked. I sounded like a f*****g child. “Tasha…. this place is too wild for me. I don’t… I don’t

know if I can..”

“Ugh,” she groaned. “f**k you, Lyra. Butchered live a little!”

And then she f*****g did it.

Right in front of me.

She reached out.

Grabbed two guys standing by the bar..one blonde, tall, sharp–jawed with a smirk like the devil. The other dark, tan, thick arms, tribal tattoos crawling up his neck. Neither of them hesitated. Not even for a second.

And she kissed them.

Both of them.

Mouth wide, tongue out, one hand on each of their c***s like

she was choosing a weapon.

I froze.

Mouth open.

Heart f*****g imploding.

Is this b***h crazy?

Yes.

Yes she f*****g is.

She pulled away with a laugh, mascara smudged, mouth red and swollen and soaked, and then turned to me

with fire in her eyes.

“Let’s go upstairs,” she said.

Oh no.

Oh f**k no.

“I want both of you to f**k me.”

My heart stopped.

Time stopped.

Did she just say that?

She said that.

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I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

I was gripping the cup so hard it was bending under my fingers.

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“Tasha!” I shrieked, but she was already dragging the guys toward the stairs, laughing like the world was a joke and she was the punchline.

“Tasha, are you insane? Don’t you f*****g leave me here!”

She didn’t even look back.

One of the guys was already sucking her neck. The other had a hand under her dress. She moaned. Moaned.

The stairs swallowed her.

I stood there.

Frozen.

Alone.

Shaking.

“b***h!” I screamed.

But she was gone.

And I was in the middle of a party where I didn’t know anyone.

Where everyone had already smelled me.

Where every Alpha in the room knew what I was.

And now I was alone.

A wet, trembling, unmated Omega in a house where f*****g in public was normal and shifting mid–s*x was

foreplay.

My mouth was dry.

My hands were shaking.

I turned in a slow circle.

Everywhere I looked, someone was grinding, moaning, touching.

A girl on the balcony was bent over the rail, taking it from behind while she howled. A couple danced so close

I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. And someone..someone I didn’t even know…walked past me, sniffed, and gave me a look that made my whole body clench.

I had to get out.

I needed air.

I needed….

I needed air. I needed space. I needed to stop shaking long enough to think.

But f**k.

I bumped into someone.

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And when I say someone, I mean a wall of heat and muscle.

My body smacked right into him, chest to chest, like I had summoned him without meaning to.

I backed up just enough to look up and then I f*****g froze.

He was taller than Damon. And honestly he wasn’t just tall.

He was massive

Not bulky in that gym rat way, but dangerous.

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I couldn’t take it anymore.

Tasha was still talking.. Grinning like a girl who had no f*****g clue what it felt like to be ruined without even being touched.

She was leaning over the kitchen counter in a silk crop top, chewing on a pink straw while pouring Bailey’s

into her iced coffee like it was 10PM instead of 10AM..

“This party is going to be insane,” she said, twirling her straw. “Like..I’m not even exaggerating..Kehlani’s DJ is coming. Kehlani’s. And the bartender? Girl, he makes drinks that glow. Actual neon. Last time I blacked out after three sips. They had to carry me out like a dead body.”

I didn’t say a word.

She didn’t notice.

She was too busy hyping herself up. Pacing now. Pulling open drawers. Sniffing herbs like she was hunting for something stronger.

“Oh…and the weed? Imported. Hybrid strain. Not even legal. Jamal got it from some freaky nympho supplier. Apparently it makes your p***y taste like mangoes.” She looked back at me with a cackle. “Can you imagine?! Someone going down on you and being like mmm is that Tropicana?”

I forced a dry laugh.

My thighs were clenched so tight my legs were shaking.

“And wait, wait,” she said, holding up a finger. “That’s not even the best part. I bought edible panties. Three flavors. Cherry. Mango. Rum Punch. I was gonna save them for Valentine’s but f**k it. Life is short. Orgasms are shorter. Might as well eat ‘em off each other, right?”

I swallowed hard.

The slick between my thighs was turning into a mess.

“And I’m so f*****g glad daddy accepted,” she continued, oblivious. “I was so scared he’d say no.

I blinked at her.

She didn’t stop.

“Sometimes I think he lowkey thinks we’re all lesbians. Or like… bisexual witches. Which isn’t wrong. Honestly. I do want to f**k all my friends at least once. Especially if we’ve been drunk together. And b***h, you…“she grinned, pointing.

“You’re so quiet. I just know you’ve got some freak in you. I can feel it. Don’t act innocent.

My stomach turned.

I couldn’t f*****g breathe.

I muttered, “I need to pee.”

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She waved a dismissive hand. “Go pee. You already look high. Or horny. Or both. Want a brownie?”

I shook my head.

Grabbed my mug but didn’t sip it.

Walked out of the kitchen with shaky steps and my wetness sliding between my thighs.

I didn’t go to the guest bathroom.

I went straight upstairs.

To his room.

To his f*****g bathroom.

I don’t even know why.

Yes I do.

Because it still smelled like him.

Because the mirror still had the faintest streak of his steam.

I closed the door behind me and stared at myself.

Hair wild.

Face flushed.

Shirt sticking to my t**s like a second skin.

n*****s stiff enough to tear through the cotton.

My thighs were shiny. Literally glistening with arousal.

I yanked the shirt off. Tossed it on the floor.

I wasn’t wearing panties.

So I was bare.

Pink.

Swollen.

Soaked.

And there..on the inside of my thigh..was my wetness

I reached down and touched it.

Brought my fingers to my mouth.

Tasted myself.

God.

My knees buckled.

I slid down to the tile, legs spreading without permission. My back hit the wall. My fingers dipped low.

I was so wet they slipped right in.

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But it wasn’t enough.

It didn’t feel like him.

I rubbed my clit in slow circles. Tried to remember the way he grabbed me. The way his breath burned

against my neck. The way he whispered like he wanted to murder me and f**k me in the same breath.

“You want this c**k, little girl?”

Yes.

God, yes.

I moaned. My hips bucked.

I added another finger.

Still not enough.

Still too empty.

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I imagined his thigh between my legs again. That thick muscle grinding up against me while his c**k teased my entrance. That cruel, filthy smirk when he said…

“You don’t get it that easy.”

f**k.

My head hit the wall.

I rubbed harder.

But it wasn’t right.

It wasn’t him.

My fingers weren’t thick enough. Long enough. Mean enough.

I needed the way he gripped my neck.

The way he shoved my face down and said..

“Beg me for it. Beg me to ruin your tight little cunt.”

My body spasmed.

But I didn’t c*m.

I couldn’t.

I was right there.

Right at the edge.

And it just… slipped.

Gone.

My fingers fell away.

My hand hit the tile with a soft slap.

I laid there panting.

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f*****g trembling.

Wet and frustrated and furious.

Because Damon didn’t even f**k me.

He didn’t touch my clit.

Didn’t eat me.

Didn’t even kiss me.

He just teased.

Just talked.

Just rubbed that thick, veiny c**k along my soaked body like he knew it would destroy me.

And it did.

He said I’d think about it all day.

He said I’d hate it.

He was right.

I curled onto my side, thighs sticking together from slick and shame.

And whispered his name.

“Damon…”

Nothing.

No answer.

Just silence.

And the ache of not being enough for him to stay.

The silence ate me alive.

I laid there like a f*****g ghost. Skin flushed. Cunt throbbing. My chest rising and falling with shallow, broken breaths while the taste of him lingered on my tongue like sin.

Why did he leave.

Why the f**k did he tease me like that. Touch me like that. Say those things to me. And just walk away like none of it mattered.

Like I didn’t matter.

I curled tighter on the tile. Nails digging into my palm. Thighs sticky with need and shame and the ache of a girl who had just wrecked herself for a man who didn’t even f**k her.

I didn’t hear the door.

Didn’t hear the footsteps.

I just felt it.

That shift in the air. That tightening in my gut. Like something dark had returned to claim what it owned.

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And it had.

“Lyra.”

His voice slid down my spine like ice.

I jerked up too fast. My hand slipped in the mess I’d made and I caught myself with a gasp. My knees splayed wide. My back hit the cold tile. My body laid out like a sacrifice.

He stood in the doorway.

Still dressed from the meeting. Shirt black. Collar open. Sleeves rolled. Forearms taut with fury. Veins bulging. One hand on the doorframe. The other curled into a fist like he was holding back violence.

His eyes dropped.

He saw everything.

The open legs. The flushed skin. The sticky trail on my inner thigh. My fingers. Still slick. Still twitching. Still buried halfway in my cunt.

He didn’t blink.

Didn’t move.

Just watched.

My heart seized.

My mouth opened.

But he spoke first.

“I told you,” he said, stepping in.. “You’d think about it all day.”

I didn’t breathe.

“I told you,” he repeated, “you’d f*****g hate it.”

He shut the door.

Click.

That sound echoed louder than my heartbeat.

“And yet,” he said, slow steps bringing him closer, “you crawled back in here like a dog. And got yourself off on my f*****g floor.”

I whimpered.

He stopped at my feet.

Towering over me.

“I didn’t even touch you,” he said.

I couldn’t speak.

“And look at you,” he sneered. “Soaking. Shaking. Spreading your slutty little cunt for your own fingers like

you thought they’d ever compare to mine.”

He crouched.

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Slow.

Calculated.

Like he had all the time in the world to dismantle me.

His eyes were molten.

Burning with disgust and hunger and something far more dangerous.

“You think I didn’t smell it,” he murmured. “You think I didn’t know you were in here. Pathetic. Wet. f*****g whining into the silence because your p***y missed me.”

I gasped.

He dragged a finger along my slit.

Wet.

Slick.

Still leaking.

Still fluttering.

“Did you cum.”

I shook my head. “N–no.”

“Why not.”

My voice cracked. “Didn’t feel like you.”

His jaw clenched.

“You’re right.”

His hand shot forward.

Slapped my p***y.

Loud.

Brutal.

I cried out. My back arched. My thighs jerked.

“Because your fingers are useless.”

He slapped it again.

Harder.

I sobbed. My cunt clenched in midair.

“Your fingers” he growled “aron’t think

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“Open,

I opened.

He shoved his wet fingers in my mouth.

“Suck.”

I did.

I sucked.

Tasted everything. My own heat. His dried precum. The shame. The ruin. The ache of a girl who had humiliated herself without ever being touched.

He pulled them out.

Stood.

He unbuckled his belt.

My breath caught.

The sound alone did something to me. Something deep. Something ugly. Like the floor under me shifted and all that slick between my thighs turned molten.

I watched him unzip slowly.

No rush. No mercy.

And then he pulled it out.

I stared.

I blinked.

I forgot how to f*****g breathe.

Oh my God.

Oh my f*****g God.

His c

**k was…

Huge.

Not just big. Not just thick. Not just long.

Monstrous.

My mouth fell open.

It hung heavy in his hand. Thick veins running along the shaft like punishment. The skin flushed dark with blood. Smooth and swollen and terrifying. The head was fat, engorged, flushed almost purple and dripped a strand of precum that stretched and broke, landing hot on the tile between us.

I was frozen.

Shaking.

My thighs clenched and all I could think was-

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That can’t go inside me.

That can’t fit.

That would tear me apart.

That would split me.

I was a virgin. Untouched. I’d never even had a finger all the way in without wincing. I was too tight. Too

small.

And he was massive.

The length alone had to be at least nine, maybe ten inches. Long enough that my throat clenched just imagining it. Thick enough to make my cunt flutter in fear. Not just around. Wide. Mean. Brutal. Like it was made for pain. Like it wasn’t meant for comfort or slow s*x or first times.

It was meant to ruin.

It was meant to hurt.

And I couldn’t look away.

My breath hitched. My clit throbbed. My p***y leaked like my body was confused–terrified and desperate and

soaking all at once.

He gripped the base. Slowly stroked it once.

I whimpered.

I wanted to run.

I wanted to choke on it.

I wanted him to force it between my legs and say don’t fight it, take it, take it all, take what you were f*****g

made for.

I bit my lip and moaned.

He saw it.

He f*****g saw everything.

My dilated pupils.

My gaping mouth.

The pure filth on my face as I stared at that c**k like it was my executioner and I wanted to die choking.

“You ever seen one this big,” he asked.

I shook my head slowly. Couldn’t stop trembling. “No.”

“You ever had anything inside you

“No.”

“Not even a toy.”

I swallowed. “I tried. Once. It hurt too much.”

He grinned.

And stepped steer

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I couldn’t stop staring.

His c**k was in his hand. Thick. Pulsing. Leaking like it was already inside me. Like it belonged there. Like my mouth was the only place it was willing to go.

My p***y clenched just looking at it.

God.

The length of it.

The way it hung from his fist, heavy and veined and unforgiving. The head swollen and purple, so wide it looked like it would split my lips in half before it ever made it to my throat. There was no way that would fit. No way it would slide in.

But I wanted it.

I wanted him to force it.

Rip me.

Stretch me,

Crack me open like a virgin sacrifice.

My tongue pressed to the roof of my mouth. My chest heaved. I was soaking the floor. Every inch of me ached like I was in heat and he was the only cure.

He took one step forward.

Held the base.

And slapped it against my cheek.

I moaned.

f*****g moaned.

“Look at you,” he said.

His voice was lower than before. Rougher. Like gravel over a flame. It vibrated inside me.

“Drooling for a c**k you can’t even take.”

My lips parted.

He pushed the head against them.

Not in.

Just there.

Hot. Wet. Massive.

My jaw trembled,

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“Open your mouth, little girl,” he whispered. “Let me show you what it means to beg.”

I opened.

Wide.

Like a good w***e.

The head slid in.

Not far. Not deep.

But enough to stretch me.

Enough to make my eyes water.

I whimpered.

And then he pulled back.

Smirked.

“Can’t even get past the tip.”

He slapped it on my tongue again. Dragged the head over it. Slow. Filthy. Left a trail of precum across my

tastebuds.

“You think this c**k’s gonna be gentle just because your little cunt’s untouched?” he growled. “You think I’m gonna kiss your p***y and light candles and ask permission?”

I was panting.

“No,” he whispered. “I’m going to make you bleed for it.”

Oh God.

“Oh f**k,” I breathed.

“You’re going to cry with it inside you. Scream while it rips your virgin hole apart. And still beg me not to stop.

”

I shook.

“I’m going to split you open so wide you’ll never be tight again.”

He dragged it lower.

Across my chin.

My throat.

My heaving t**s.

“You’ll leak for days,” he said. “You’ll limp. You’ll sob into your pillow and rub your thighs together hoping the pain goes away. But it won’t.”

He leaned down.

Put his mouth beside my ear.

“Because you’ll still feel me?”

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I nearly came.

And then.

BANG. BANG. BANG. f**k.

My whole body flinched.

I gasped.

He didn’t move.

“Lyra?”

Tasha’s voice.

It was f*****g High. Oblivious. f*****g chirpy.

My blood went cold.

“Lyraaaa! Girl, are you in there? It’s time!”

I couldn’t breathe.

Damon didn’t flinch.

Just stared down at me. His c**k still hard. Still dripping. Still aimed at the lips I hadn’t even finished licking.

“Get up,” he ordered softly.

I tried.

My legs didn’t work.

He bent. Gripped my jaw again.

“You don’t c*m tonight.”

I whimpered.

“You don’t even touch yourself.”

My thighs twitched.

“If I smell slick on your fingers when you get back,” he said, mouth at my throat, “” make you regret ever learning how to moan.”

Another knock.

Louder.

“Lyra, come on! You’re gonna miss the whole entrance!”

He let go.

His c**k was still out.

I scrambled for my shirt. Barely got it on.

My p***y was leaking. My thighs wet. My lips pink and swollen and bruised from not even being kissed.

I opened the door.

Tasha was there, holding glitter heels and a mesh dress.

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She blinked at me.

Then smirked. “Did you nap or nut?”

I said nothing.

She held out the clothes. “Come on. Let’s make you look like a whore.”

I looked back once.

Damon was still there.

Watching me go.

Still hard.

Still silent.

Still promising hell.

And I knew..tonight wasn’t over.

It hadn’t even f*****g started.

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Tasha yanked me into her room before I could even catch my breath.

She didn’t say anything at first. Just kicked the door shut with her heel and turned toward the bed like this

was just any other party prep.

It wasn’t.

Not for me.

Not after what just happened on the bathroom floor.

My p***y was still throbbing. My throat still wet with the taste of him. My insides were slick and hot and trembling like I’d been dipped in electricity and dragged across tile.

But Tasha had no idea.

She was humming.

Spinning in circles like a little demon fairy, grabbing shoes and gloss and n

And then she turned.

Held the dress up.

It wasn’t a dress.

It was barely a whisper.

from the chaos of her bed.

Black mesh. Transparent. Stretchy/ Sleeveless. Two velvet straps where the cups should be. Slits that cut all

the way up to the hip. No lining. No modesty. No mercy.

Her grin was f*****g evil.

“This,” she said, waving it, “is gonna make the Devil jealous.”

My breath hitched.

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I was still dripping.

“You’re wearing this,” she continued, “with heels, gloss, no bra, no panties, and zero f*****g shame.”

I didn’t move.

She raised her brows. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna b***h out now.”

I opened my mouth to argue, to say anything, but she didn’t wait.

“Strip.”

I blinked.

“What?”

“Strip, baby girl. I’m dressing you up like the forbidden fantasy you are.”

My stomach dropped.

I hesitated.

Her eyes narrowed.

“You think I haven’t noticed?” she said, stepping closer. “The way you walk around here like a wet dream with no clue how many people want to f**k you stupid? Please.”

Her voice dropped.

“You’ve got virgin t**s, Lyra. Perfect. Perky. Soft as hell. The kind men pray for. You’ve got this whole sweet–innocent–face but ‘ruin me‘ body thing going on. And I swear to God, if you don’t let me show you off tonight, I’m disowning you.”

I stared at her.

Still frozen.

Still aching.

She gave me a look that was half threat, half worship.

“Take. The. Shirt. Off.”

My hands moved before my brain caught up.

I lifted it slow.

Over my head.

And when it dropped to the floor, I felt her eyes drag over every inch of skin I’d just exposed.

“Holy. Shit.”

Her voice was breathless.

Like she’d just seen something sacred.

She stepped closer.

Her fingers hovered near my chest but didn’t touch. Just circled,

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“Your n*****s are so f*****g hard,” she whispered. “Jesus, Lyra. Look at your t**s. They’re unreal.

I looked down.

They were flushed.

High.

Pink tips stiff and aching.

My skin was still warm from Damon’s touch.

My chest rose and fell with every breath I couldn’t fully catch.

“You have the kind of t**s people write porn about,” she said, eyes wide. “Like..fuck, they’re heavy, but not saggy. Perfect handfuls. Your n*****s look edible. Are you kidding me?”

I covered them out of instinct.

She slapped my hands away. “Don’t you dare.”

Then she spun me toward the mirror.

“Look at yourself.”

I did.

And gasped.

My reflection was filthy.

My cheeks were flushed. My lips pink and slightly parted. My chest was flushed. My thighs were wet. Shiny with leftover slick that hadn’t dried from the bathroom floor.

I couldn’t even look at my own eyes.

They looked f****d.

Hungry.

Destroyed.

Tasha grabbed the mesh dress from the bed and stepped up behind me.

“Arms up.”

Lobeyed.

She slipped it over my head. Pulled it down my body inch by inch, smoothing it over my curves.

The mesh clung like it was painted on.

Every curve.

Every n****e.

Every twitch of my hips.

The velvet straps cupped my t**s without covering them. The material dragged along my waist, pulled tight across my hips, and stopped just barely over the swell of my cunt.

I didn’t even feel dressed.

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I felt marked.

Tasha stood back.

“Jesus,” she whispered. “You look like a virgin sacrifice.”

I couldn’t speak.

She grabbed the heels. Silver. Shiny. High as hell.

“Step in.”

I did.

She crouched and strapped them around my ankles, her fingers brushing my calves like she was handling a porcelain doll.

Then she stood and grabbed a gloss tube.

It was a pink, we all t and glittering gloss.

She twisted it open and leaned in, dragging the wand across my bottom lip.

“Lick your lips.”

I did.

She stared at me in the mirror.

“You’re a f*****g wet dream.”

Hooked.

And she was right.

The dress showed everything.

My n*****s. My belly. My thighs. The faint streak of arousal still clinging to my skin.

My legs trembled.

My chest ached.

I looked like I’d been touched, teased, left on edge, and then dressed up in it.

Tasha grinned.

“You’re going to make him break.”

I turned toward her. “Who?”

She smirked. “Whoever’s dumb enough to think they can have you.”

I blinked.

Swallowed.

Didn’t answer.

Because I already knew.

There was only one man I wanted to break for me.

And he already had.

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“Let’s go,” Tasha said, tugging my wrist. “We’re gonna be late. You know Angel’s already snapping pictures

I could barely walk.

My legs weren’t working. My thighs were wet. But she was already yanking me down the hallway, heels

clacking against the floor as she practically skipped.

I followed like I wasn’t real.

Like I was floating.

Like I didn’t still taste his c**k on my lips.

We turned the corner into the living room and I stopped breathing.

“Daddy!” she called out. “Daddy!”

My stomach flipped.

My knees buckled.

He was standing near the bar. Shirtless.

Glass of whiskey in one hand. Sweatpants slung low on his hips. Chest broad. Abs sharp as f**k. Tattoos licking up one arm and disappearing across his collarbone.

He turned slowly.

Looked over his shoulder at the sound of her voice.

And the moment I saw his face..his mouth, his jaw, his f*****g eyes..

I couldn’t f*****g handle it.

f**k.

Fuuuck.

“How do we look?” Tasha asked sweetly, dragging me forward like I was a doll on display.

Damon didn’t answer.

His eyes dropped.

His gaze devoured me.

Started at my ankles.

Crawled up the silver heels.

Paused at my thighs.

The mesh was glued to my skin with arousal.

No panties. No mystery. Just wet, swollen, pink.

He saw it.

I know he saw it.

His eyes dragged higher.

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Over my hips.

My waist.

My tits..bare under the sheer mesh, n*****s hard and high and begging to be bitten.

Then finally, finally, he looked at my face.

And I swear to the f*****g Moon Goddess…

I came.

Right there.

One look.

My p***y clenched around nothing.

Heat flushed up my spine.

My vision blurred.

I swayed on my heels and had to lock my knees to keep from falling.

And he knew.

He knew.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

Not a smile.

Not even close.

“This dress is too short,” he said.

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“This dress is too short”

His voice didn’t shout

It didn’t need to

It rolled through the room like thunder in slow motion. It was obvious he was f*****g serious.

My heart dropped

My throat tightened

Because it wasn’t just a statement

Tasha laughed like a devil in glitter

“No Daddy it’s not” she said with that sugary sweet bratty tone she always used when she was testing him ”

this is what girls our age wear now you don’t want us looking like widows do you”

She twirled once like a spoiled little princess then shoved me forward like I was her personal offering

“Just look at what I did to Lyra” she said proudly “look at her outfit isn’t she beautiful”

I stumbled

The heels wobbled beneath me but I caught myself

Barely

And when I looked up

He was already staring

Damon

Shirtless now.

Tattoos licking across his chest like they’d been carved by fire and possession

Sweatpants slung low on his hips

Whiskey in one hand

Heat rolling off him in waves

But it was his eyes that undressed me

That f****d me

That made me tremble from the inside out

He didn’t blink

Didn’t look away

Didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was staring straight at my cunt

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Right where the mesh stretched tight between my thighs.

My lips were pink and swollen and pressed against the fabric like they were begging to be bitten

His jaw flexed

His eyes darkened

And then he took a slow sip of his drink

Didn’t say a word

Just kept watching

Like he was already imagining how he’d take me apart

Like he was already tasting it

Tasha giggled again

“You should thank me” she said “she was gonna wear a robe”

He didn’t respond

Didn’t even glance her way

His attention was locked on me like a predator eyeing the only prey in a room full of ghosts

He stepped forward

One slow step

Then another

Until I could feel the heat of his chest

The sharp scent of whiskey and sin on his breath

The outline of his c**k thick and heavy beneath the soft cotton

He towered over me

And when he spoke again it was quieter than before

“Upstairs”

Tasha blinked “what”

He didn’t repeat it

He just turned his head a fraction of an inch and looked at her

That was all it took

She huffed

Rolled her eyes

And left

Muttering something under her breath as she disappeared into the hall

But I couldn’t hear her

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Couldn’t hear anything

Because he was still there

In front of me

And I was alone

Again

With him

With the man who had dragged me into heat with nothing but a look

With the man who hadn’t even f****d me yet but already had my body weeping for him

He stepped closer

His fingers brushed the edge of the dress

Slid over my hip

Around the curve of my waist

Down to the bare skin of my ass where he gripped me and pulled me against him

His c**k pressed between us

Hard

Thick

f*****g angry

“This isn’t a dress” he said “it’s bait”

I couldn’t breathe

I couldn’t think

He was touching me and I was unraveling

He dragged his hand up

Over my spine

To the back of my neck where he fisted my hair and forced my face to his

“You know what happens to bait little girl”

I shook my head

Barely

Trembling

I couldn’t stop trembling

Not with his hand gripping the back of my neck like he owned it

Not with the heat of his c**k pressed thick and pulsing against the mess between my legs

Not with the sound of his voice dripping into my ear like venom and honey

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He didn’t move fast

He moved like a man who already knew the ending

Like a man who’d already broken me in his head a thousand different ways

And was now deciding which one would make me scream the loudest

He dragged his mouth along my jaw

Slow

Hot

Wet

His breath slid down my throat like the promise of something filthy

Then he dropped to his knees

Just like that

Damon.

Alpha

Father

Killer

Knelt in front of me like he was about to f*****g worship

Or devour

His hands gripped my thighs

Fingers spread

Digging into the softness like he was measuring how far he’d split them

I was already leaking

Already clenching

Already soaking the damn mesh that barely existed

He didn’t lift the dress

He didn’t need to

He bent

Opened his mouth

And licked straight through the fabric

I cried out

The heat of his tongue

The scrape of his teeth

The suction of his lips dragging along my soaked cunt through the mesh

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I couldn’t breathe

He groaned low

Dark

Like he’d just tasted the drug he’d been starving for

Then he gripped the hem

Fisted it

And ripped the f*****g dress up over my hips in one brutal motion

My p***y was bare now

Open

Exposed

Dripping in front of his face like an offering

Like a f*****g feast

“f**k,” he growled

“You’re soaked”

I whimpered

My legs shook

He hadn’t even kissed it bare yet

He leaned in

Licked me again

Skin to skin now

Tongue dragging up my folds

Flattening against my clit

Sucking it into his mouth so hard my knees gave out

He caught me

Threw one arm around my waist

Pulled me against his mouth like he needed it to breathe

And then he f*****g devoured me

No teasing

No warning

Just full–on sucking

Lapping

Groaning like my p***y was a curse and he was swallowing it to save his soul

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“Damon..fuck..”

I couldn’t finish

He shoved two fingers inside me

Deep

Thick

Curved them

Hooked them

f****d them into me like he was punishing my cunt for daring to look that pretty in front of him

My eyes rolled back

My mouth opened in a silent scream

His tongue didn’t stop

Circling my clit

Sucking it in

Flicking it with filthy expertise while his fingers stretched me open

I was losing it

Losing myself

My legs couldn’t hold me up

So he pushed me

Back

Hard

Until I hit the bar

Then he lifted my leg

Hooked it over his shoulder

And kept eating

Wet sounds echoed through the room as his mouth f****d my cunt like he wanted to drown in it

“Please…“I gasped

“Please I’m….I’m gonna..”

He didn’t stop

He didn’t f*****g stop

If anything

He went harder

His fingers pistoned into me

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His tongue brutal on my clit

Slick everywhere

My juices smeared across his mouth

Down his chin

Dripping onto the floor

My orgasm hit like lightning.

Cracked through my spine

Lit up every nerve

Every inch

Every f****d up ache inside me

I came with a scream

And he didn’t stop

Not even then

He kept going

f*****g my orgasm out of me like he was wringing it from my soul

My body convulsed

My hands clawed at the edge of the bar

My head fell back

“Too much…”

He growled

“Take it”

Then he stood

Still fully clothed

Still hard

His mouth was soaked with me

Shiny with my slick

His lips glistened as he licked them slowly

“I haven’t even started yet,” he whispered

He turned me around

Bent me over the bar

Ripped the mesh down the middle

And pressed his c**k to my entrance

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I was still pulsing from the orgasm

Still trembling from the taste of his mouth

But I spread my legs

And waited for the stretch

Because I knew

He was going to break me open next.

His c**k was right there.

Pressed at my entrance.

Thick, hot, pulsing like it had a f*****g heartbeat.

My p***y was already parted for him, lips slick and swollen and weeping from the way he’d just devoured me

with his mouth.

I was still bent over the edge of the bar, breath caught in my throat, thighs trembling like I’d been drugged on heat. His hand was firm on my hip, gripping me like he was about to shove that c**k in and f**k the air out of my lungs.

“You ready to be ruined now, little girl?”

His voice was a growl, buried in my ear, hot as hell and twice as wicked.

I nodded. Tried to answer. But no sound came out.

Just a whimper. Just a pathetic little noise as he rolled his hips forward and the head of his c**k pressed harder against the dripping mess between my legs.

My walls clenched before he even pushed in. I could already feel the stretch, the burn, the brutal width that would split me open and leave me wrecked for days.

And then.

“Daddy!”

The voice sliced through the tension like a f*****g blade. As my body jerked. His hand flew off my hip. The weight of his c**k disappeared. His grip loosened as footsteps echoed down the hallway.

“Daddy, are you still down here?”

Tasha.

f**k.

He turned me around fast. Hands moving like he’d done this before. He shoved the torn mesh dress down over my thighs, not that it did anything to hide the slick still glistening between my legs.

His hands were rough, fast, yanking me upright, tucking a stray curl behind my ear like that would somehow erase the fact that I was still gasping, still leaking, still trembling from the orgasm he’d just shoved down my throat with his tongue.

He took one step back.

Then another.

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His chest was still bare. His c**k still hard. His jaw still tight like he’d just been cockblocked mid–exorcism.

And then she appeared.

Tasha.

Heels. Glitter. Phone in hand.

Bouncing like she hadn’t just walked in on sin.

She didn’t see anything. Thank the moon goddess.

Didn’t notice how red my cheeks were or how uneven my breathing was or how my legs couldn’t stop

trembling.

“Daddy, please!” she whined, racing toward him. “One of our girls just called. The party is already on fire. Like it’s lit, Daddy. They said there’s this guy with a yacht, and apparently he’s scouting for a new wife, and you know Angel’s already taking pictures and I swear if we don’t get there now, we’ll miss everything!”

She clutched his arm like a child begging for candy.

Her voice was breathless. Her excitement infectious.

But Damon didn’t look at her.

He was looking at me.

Right at me.

Eyes locked on the space between my thighs like he was memorizing the taste of me.

My slick was still drying on his beard.

I knew it.

He knew it.

Tasha didn’t.

“Daddy, please,” she said again. Her tone shifted. Softer now. “Please. Can we go? I’ve been waiting all day.”

He took a slow breath.

Exhaled through his nose like he was trying to calm a storm.

Then finally.

“Fine,” he said. “But make sure you stay safe.”

“I will, Daddy. I promise.”

She kissed his cheek and started to turn, then paused.

“Can I take your car?”

Damon looked at her like she’d just suggested murder.

“Hell no, Tasha.”

She gasped.

“Come on, Daddy. You have, like, hundreds of cars.”

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“And the last time you took one, you ran it into a marble statue.”

“It was a movie prop!”

“You cracked the grille. Dented the hood. Scraped the side mirror.”

Her pout deepened.

“That car was boring anyway.“

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“The car was boring anyway.”

Tasha crossed her arms, her pout deepening into full–blown brat mode as she stared up at Damon like he

was the villain of her movie.

Her eyes glinted with irritation, the gloss on her lips catching the light as she tilted her head just enough to make the halo of her curls bounce. She looked like a spoiled heiress in heat..and she was.

“You want me to show up to the biggest party of the summer in a Jeep, Daddy? What will people say?” She threw her hands up in dramatic exasperation. “I’ll look like the designated driver or some divorced mom

trying to relive her glory days.”

Damon didn’t budge..

Didn’t blink.

He was still standing shirtless in the middle of the living room, the soft amber of the whiskey in his hand catching the light, highlighting the sweat on his abs and the sharp lines carved into his inked chest.

His c**k was still half–hard, outlined thick and heavy beneath his sweatpants, a silent, pulsing threat that hadn’t gone away since the moment he’d tasted me.

He looked at her like she was a mild inconvenience.

“I said take the Jeep.”

“You have hundreds of cars, Daddy,” she groaned. “Why do you care about that one?”

“Because you drive like a f*****g lunatic.”

Tasha gasped. “That’s so unfair! I only hit that statue because it came out of nowhere.”

“It was bolted to the ground.”

“It looked like it was going to move!”

He arched a brow. “It was a marble lion.”

She stomped her heel once against the tile. “Ugh! Whatever. You’re impossible.”

He didn’t answer.

Just took a slow sip of his drink and turned slightly toward the bar, ignoring her tantrum like he was used to it. Like it was just another storm that would pass.

But he didn’t look at me, and that silence between us was screaming. My thighs were still wet. My body still shaking. The wreckage of what almost happened still clung to every inch of me like perfume.

Tasha huffed again, snatched the Jeep keys off the console, and turned on her heel.

“Fine. I’ll take the stupid car. But if I get pulled over, I’m telling them you forced me.”

Damon said nothing.

She stormed toward the door, then paused halfway, glancing back at me with narrowed eyes.

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“You coming?”

I blinked, heart thundering.

My mouth opened before I could think. “I… I forgot something upstairs.”

Tasha rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t fall out. “Oh my God, b***h. Go grab it and hurry up.

If you make me wait more than five minutes, I swear I’m leaving your ass behind.”

She turned, heels clicking with every step as she marched to the garage like a glittering hurricane.

The door slammed.

Silence fell again.

Real silence.

No voices. No heels. No excuses.

Just me.

Just him.

And the tension still dripping from my thighs.

I didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

I stood there like prey that knew the predator was behind her.

I felt him watching me. Felt the burn of his gaze sliding back down my body. Felt his hunger pulsing louder

than the echo of my heartbeat.

His glass clinked as he set it down on the bar. The sound echoed like a goddamn countdown.

One.

Two.

Three steps.

He was behind me again.

His chest touched my back.

His hand wrapped tight around my throat. Not choking, Not gentle either. Just there. Dominant. Warm. Firm. Like a collar I’d never asked for but couldn’t breathe without.

He spun me fast, the mesh dress fluttering around my thighs, what was left of it clinging to my damp skin. My ass hit the bar.

His chest pressed into mine, I felt the heat of him again..every rigid muscle, every twitch of his c**k through his sweats, every drop of hunger that hadn’t been fed.

“You forgot something upstairs?

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

He already knew I was lying.

He already knew the only thing I forgot was my f*****g sanity.

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And I could feel it in his smirk as his hand slid from my throat to my jaw. His thumb traced the corner of my lip, slow, almost lazy, like he was remembering the feel of my mouth wrapped around it.

Then it dipped into my mouth again.

Not deep.

Just enough to taste me.

To make me open.

I moaned around it like a goddamn slut.

His eyes darkened.

He leaned in close, mouth barely brushing mine. “You lie so sweetly,” he whispered. “Like your p***y’s not still dripping down your thighs. Like your cunt didn’t beg for my c**k a minute ago.”

I whimpered as he dragged his thumb out of my mouth and slid it straight down.

Over my chin.

Between my t*s.

Down my stomach.

Until he reached the hem of the dress–what was left of it.

He lifted it slow.

So slow

And there it was again.

My bare, throbbing p***y

Still leaking.

Still pink.

Still ruined from his tongue.

He didn’t touch it.

Didn’t even brush his fingers over it.

He just stared

Like it belonged to him.

Like it was already tattooed with his f*****g name.

“Open your legs,” he murmured,

I did.

Barely.

My thighs shook.

My breath caught.

His mouth was at my ear again.

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“If I told you to sit on the edge of this bar and keep your legs spread all night while your friend danced with boys and got drunk off cheap vodka,” he whispered, “would you do it?”

I whimpered.

His palm smoothed up my thigh, stopped just shy of where I needed it.

“I bet you would,” he said. “I bet you’d sit here leaking. Moaning. Rubbing your thighs together while I watched

and didn’t touch.”

“Daddy,” I gasped.

He growled.

His hand slapped my inner thigh…just enough to sting.

“Don’t call me that,” he snapped. “Unless you want to get pinned to this bar and f****d like a bad little girl

who can’t keep her legs closed.”

My whole body shuddered.

“You think I didn’t see how you looked at me?”

I couldn’t breathe.

“You wanted me to see this cunt through that dress. You wanted my c**k so deep in you you’d forget your

own name.”

He leaned in. Pressed his hips against me.

I could feel every inch of it.

That thick, angry c**k.

Right there.

Right against my slit.

Not in. Not moving. Just pressing.

“I’m not going to f**k you,” he said darkly. “Not tonight.”

I whimpered.

“But I want you to feel what you’re missing.”

And then.

He rolled his hips once.

Just once.

And dragged the length of his c**k against my p***y.

Through my folds.

Through the mess.

Slow. Deliberate

I moaned so loud it echoed off the f*****g ceiling.

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He didn’t stop.

He did it again.

And again.

Just dragging it through my slit, over my clit, through the slick that made it glide like silk.

I tried to buck.

He held me still.

“Not inside,” he growled. “Not yet.”

My body was on fire.

Every nerve ending was begging.

My cunt was twitching. Clenching. Screaming for something that wasn’t coming.

He leaned down. Bit my lip.

Then pulled back.

And again.

He rolled his hips against me one more time and let out a low moan that sounded like it hurt.

And that’s when my phone started ringing. The ringtone was f*****g loud and relentless. It annoyed me. Who the f**k was calling me?

I gasped, reached for it with trembling hands, glanced at the screen.

Tasha.

Her name lit up with fire emojis.

I answered, still breathless, dress hiked to my waist, thighs spread, p***y wet against his c**k.

Her voice burst through the speaker.

“b***h! Come downstairs now or I’m leaving without you!”

I tried to speak. Failed. Swallowed hard. Tried again.

“…I’m sorry,” I said weakly. “I gotta go. I have to-”

I stepped off the bar. Legs shaking. Face flushed.

Turned toward the door.

But before I could take a step, Damon grabbed my wrist.

His grip was firm yet commanding at the same time.

His voice was low.

“Stay away from the boys at the party.”

I turned slowly. Looked up at him.

“And if they come near me?” I whispered.

His eyes burned through mine.

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He leaned in.

“Wanna find out?” he asked.

Then he smacked my ass.

Hard.

I gasped.

He smirked.

“Now leave,” he said, “before I rip that f*****g dress off your body and f**k you into next week.”

I didn’t breathe again until I was out the door.

But even then.

I was still wet.

Still trembling.

And still his.

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The front door slammed behind me.

I didn’t breathe until I hit the night air.

The wind was cool against my flushed skin, but it didn’t help. Not when my cunt was still soaked, not when

my thighs were slick and shaking, not when the scent of him was still on me like a second skin.

I hurried barefoot across the driveway, the stupid mesh dress clinging to every curve, the slap of my

heartbeat louder than the breeze. Damon’s warning echoed through my head with every step.

Stay away from the boys at the party.

Wanna find out?

Leave before I rip that dress off your body and f**k you.

f**k.

My body was still in that room. Bent over that bar. Soaked in the ache of almost.

And then I saw the Jeep.

Tasha was already in the driver’s seat, engine rumbling low, headlights on, one heel kicked off as she sat sideways behind the wheel with her phone pressed to her ear.

When she saw me, she threw it across the dashboard and slammed her palm against the horn.

“Finally,” she snapped, yanking the passenger door open before I could even reach for it. “What the actual f**k, Lyra?”

I slid in quickly, the door barely shutting before she peeled out of the driveway, tires screeching like her mood. “I told you I was grabbing something…”

“Oh shut the f**k up,” she barked, glaring at me from the corner of her eye. “I’ve been sitting in this car for ten minutes like a loser while you were in there doing God knows what with my dad.”

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I blinked. “I wasn’t…”

“f**k you!! I was not doing anything with your dad”

“I wanted to grab my pads cause my period just started”

Tasha let out a long, dramatic groan and thumped the steering wheel.

“You better not!” she hissed as she started driving..

My heart stopped.

She wasn’t wrong.

She wasn’t wrong about any of it.

But I lied.

I couldn’t tell her how he touched me.

How he didn’t f**k me.

How I could still feel the imprint of his c**k dragging between my folds.

How my p***y was clenching even now.

“But damn girl you look drop dead gorgeous” she complimented me as continued driving.

Honestly I wasn’t worried about the attention of heft at the party.

I was worried about what Damon would do when he found out.

When he heard.

When he saw.

And I had no idea what the f**k I was walking into.

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The second I stepped through the door, my lungs stopped working.

Not because it was crowded. Not because the music was so loud I could feel it in my teeth. Not even because

Tasha was already pulling me forward like she was leading me into a f*****g rave.

It was the smell.

The heat.

The s*x in the air.

That sharp, humid thickness that curled around my thighs like a whisper. My cunt clenched before I even realized what was happening. My whole body responded instinctively, like my biology just clocked where the f**k we were and was like, oh… oh f**k.

Because this wasn’t just a party.

This was a goddamn orgy disguised as a house party.

People were making out in public like they couldn’t breathe unless their tongues were down someone’s

throat.

A girl in the kitchen was grinding on a guy while his hand was inside her dress. Inside. And she wasn’t even trying to hide it. Just moaning softly into his mouth as his fingers disappeared up to the knuckle.

There were bodies everywhere. On counters. On couches. Some grinding on each other like they were in heat. Which, now that I think about it, they probably were.

A few had shifted partially. Fangs flashing. Eyes glowing. I watched a couple on the stairs lose control and f*****g shift during s*x. Mid–thrust. No shame. No pause. Just fur and snarls and a girl screaming yes yes yes like getting knotted in public was her Saturday night plan.

I felt my stomach twist. My thighs squeeze tighter.

I was an Omega.

Unmated. Untouched. Half–wrecked by Damon’s mouth.

And I just walked into a f*****g den of wolves with their c***s out and no rules.

Every cell in my body screamed danger. Every instinct I had said turn the f**k around. But I didn’t. I followed Tasha deeper into the house like an i***t. Like prey. Like a girl already halfway ruined and too curious for her

own good.

And they smelled me.

f**k. I could feel it.

The shift in the air when I passed

The subtle turns of heads.

The sniffing.

The growling.

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I wasn’t even the hottest girl here. Not by a long shot. There were girls in lingerie and pasties and sheer gowns with t**s out and legs spread and collars on.

Pants

But none of them smelled like me. None of them were Omega and wet and leaking Damon–f*****g–Thornvale’s warning between their thighs.

I didn’t belong here.

I knew it in my bones.

But I couldn’t stop walking.

Then she appeared.

Like a scene from one of those pornos I pretended not to watch.

t**s.

Just… t**s.

Gigantic, gravity–defying, perfectly round titties practically punching me in the face as this platinum–haired barbie bounced toward Tasha in six–inch heels and the tightest, glossiest latex top I’d ever seen. Her lips were shiny. Her waist was snatched. And her smile was fake as f**k

.

“Tasha,” she screamed, arms wide like they were best friends who hadn’t seen each other since the war.

Good to see you finally made it.”

She hugged her tight, jiggling everywhere, perfume slamming into me like a glitter–scented truck.

Strawberries. Weed. s*x.

And then her eyes landed on me.

And her smile… it f*****g slowed.

Like her brain just switched gears.

Like she sniffed something she couldn’t quite place and decided to follow the scent.

Her gaze dragged over my body so slowly it felt like she was peeling the ds off with her eyes. She tilted her head, one manicured finger wrapping around a lock of her hair.

“Who’s this?”

Her voice was syrupy.

Too sweet.

Like poison disguised as honey.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

Because she wasn’t really talking to me. She was studying me. Picking me apart with those sharp, glitter–shadowed eyes like she already knew I didn’t belong here and wanted to see how fast I’d fall apart.

Tasha slung an arm around me, laughing like nothing was wrong. “This is Lyra. My Best friend.”

Best friend.

My stomach twisted.

I wanted to laugh. Or maybe scream.

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Because I wasn’t just her friend.

I was the girl her father made moan on the bar an hour ago.

The girl who came down the stairs with c*m on her thighs and a warning in her ears.

The girl with a pulse too loud and a cunt still clenching around nothing.

But I smiled.

f*****g smiled.

Because what the f**k else was I supposed to do?

The blonde stepped closer. Her hips moved like a dancer’s. Her lashes fluttered.

“Well hello, Lyra,” she purred. “You look… fresh.”

Fresh?

What the f**k was that supposed to mean?

My eyes darted to Tasha, but she was already pulling away, distracted by someone yelling across the room.

“Drinks!” she squealed. “I need a shot!”

Then she was gone. Vanished into the blur of bodies and music.

Leaving me alone.

With her.

The blonde stepped in, smile razor–sharp.

She sniffed.

Not discreetly.

Sniffed.

And her smile grew

“Mmm,” she whispered, her eyes locking on mine. “You’re not from aroung nere, are you?”

I took a shaky breath. My heart slammed against my ribs. I was trying to act cool. Chill. Not like I was

seconds away from bolting or falling to my knees, whichever came first.

“… just moved.”

Her eyes dipped again.

To my thighs.

To the way they were pressed together so tightly I was practically vibrating.

She leaned in like she was going to whisper something dirty in my ear, and for a second I panicked. I thought she was going to call me out. Say she could smell him on me. That I reeked of Alpha and c*m and something forbidden.

But she didn’t.

She just dragged one perfect red nail down the center of my chest..not touching, but close enough to make

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my n*****s harden under the mesh.

And she whispered,

“You should be careful, Lyra.”

I blinked fast.

“What?”

She smirked.

“There are wolves here who’d do anything to sink their teeth into an unmated Omega.”

She stepped back, letting her gaze drop one more time to my legs.

And then she was gone.

Just like that.

Melted back into the party like smoke.

I stood there frozen. Shaking. Horny. Confused. My cunt was aching. My mind was screaming. I didn’t know if

I was going to run or scream or shove my hand between my legs and rub myself raw in a bathroom.

All I knew was that Damon wasn’t here.

But his warning still was.

His f*****g touch still was.

And I was a wet, trembling, wide–eyed little Omega in the middle of a goddamn den of wolves.

And every single one of them could smell what I was.

And exactly how close I was to breaking.

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I was still standing there like a f*****g statue, heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted out, thighs clenched so tight I was surprised I could still feel them, when Tasha came crashing back into my space like a goddamn glitter bomb.

She had a drink in one hand, a cigarette in the other, and her pupils were huge.

Like black holes eating light.

Like she’d either snorted something or was about to.

Her dress was already halfway up her thighs.

One strap had slid off her shoulder.

And she looked so goddamn alive it made me ache.

“There you are!” she yelled over the music, her voice coated in euphoria and vodka. “Why the f**k aren’t you drinking?”

I blinked.

She didn’t wait for an answer.

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She shoved a red solo cup into my hand, sloshing whatever was inside all over my fingers.

“Here. Drink. Dance. Flirt. Do something, b***h. You look like you’re waiting for someone to kidnap you.”

I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t speak.

I was still trying to catch up to the f*****g scene happening all around me. I saw a girl on her knees in the corner, sucking off a guy with a collar on.

I saw a half–shifted wolf girl on a leash, crawling through the crowd, barking for shots. I saw a group of guys sniffing something off each other’s abs while a girl fingered herself to the beat.

“I…” My voice cracked. I sounded like a f*****g child. “Tasha…. this place is too wild for me. I don’t… I don’t

know if I can..”

“Ugh,” she groaned. “f**k you, Lyra. Butchered live a little!”

And then she f*****g did it.

Right in front of me.

She reached out.

Grabbed two guys standing by the bar..one blonde, tall, sharp–jawed with a smirk like the devil. The other dark, tan, thick arms, tribal tattoos crawling up his neck. Neither of them hesitated. Not even for a second.

And she kissed them.

Both of them.

Mouth wide, tongue out, one hand on each of their c***s like

she was choosing a weapon.

I froze.

Mouth open.

Heart f*****g imploding.

Is this b***h crazy?

Yes.

Yes she f*****g is.

She pulled away with a laugh, mascara smudged, mouth red and swollen and soaked, and then turned to me

with fire in her eyes.

“Let’s go upstairs,” she said.

Oh no.

Oh f**k no.

“I want both of you to f**k me.”

My heart stopped.

Time stopped.

Did she just say that?

She said that.

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I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

I was gripping the cup so hard it was bending under my fingers.

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“Tasha!” I shrieked, but she was already dragging the guys toward the stairs, laughing like the world was a joke and she was the punchline.

“Tasha, are you insane? Don’t you f*****g leave me here!”

She didn’t even look back.

One of the guys was already sucking her neck. The other had a hand under her dress. She moaned. Moaned.

The stairs swallowed her.

I stood there.

Frozen.

Alone.

Shaking.

“b***h!” I screamed.

But she was gone.

And I was in the middle of a party where I didn’t know anyone.

Where everyone had already smelled me.

Where every Alpha in the room knew what I was.

And now I was alone.

A wet, trembling, unmated Omega in a house where f*****g in public was normal and shifting mid–s*x was

foreplay.

My mouth was dry.

My hands were shaking.

I turned in a slow circle.

Everywhere I looked, someone was grinding, moaning, touching.

A girl on the balcony was bent over the rail, taking it from behind while she howled. A couple danced so close

I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. And someone..someone I didn’t even know…walked past me, sniffed, and gave me a look that made my whole body clench.

I had to get out.

I needed air.

I needed….

I needed air. I needed space. I needed to stop shaking long enough to think.

But f**k.

I bumped into someone.

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And when I say someone, I mean a wall of heat and muscle.

My body smacked right into him, chest to chest, like I had summoned him without meaning to.

I backed up just enough to look up and then I f*****g froze.

He was taller than Damon. And honestly he wasn’t just tall.

He was massive

Not bulky in that gym rat way, but dangerous.