Ch. 166..170: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 166-170

He wailed, but I didn’t let go.

“Feel every second,” I growled. “Remember this every time you even think about another Omega.”

That was what I told him before I grabbed his cock in my hand-not with lust, not with mercy, but with the precision of a man about to end something permanently.

He screamed beneath me, his voice splitting the hallway as his spine arched off the tile, his heels kicking against the floor, but I didn’t stop. I pressed my knees into the inside of his thighs and spread him open like an animal being prepared for slaughter. He didn’t deserve modesty. He didn’t deserve dignity. He deserved to bleed.

He squirmed under me, trying to twist his hips away, but I slammed them flat against the ground with one hand while the other gripped his shriveling little cock between my fingers. He was already soft, already shrinking in fear, and the smell of his urine mixing with the blood from his broken nose made me sick.

I looked down at it-at him-and laughed.

It wasn’t a polite laugh. It wasn’t amused. It was cold. Loud. Vicious.

“For a big guy,” I said, dragging my gaze from his bloody face to the useless thing between his legs, “you have a very, very small cock.”

His eyes rolled back as he cried out, but I didn’t loosen my grip.

“This,” I said, tightening my fingers around him, “is what you thought you would use to fuck her? This pitiful, twitching little thing? You pressed her against a wall with this disgusting excuse for manhood and thought, for a second, that you had the right to even imagine being inside her?”

He tried to breathe. Tried to speak. But I cut him off by pressing the edge of my claws against his shaft-lightly at first, just enough to make him freeze.

“You thought she would moan for you?” I asked, lowering my voice into a slow, deliberate growl. “You thought she would beg for this pathetic length? Do you have any idea what she sounds like when she’s actually being touched properly? When I take her apart inch by inch with a cock that makes her cry before she even takes the whole thing?”

He whimpered something-a breathless apology or another attempt at begging-but I ignored it.

I reached down and unzipped my pants slowly, never breaking eye contact with him.

Then I pulled out my own cock-still thick, still hanging low with the weight of what she’d drained from me that morning- and I let him see it. I wanted him to look. I wanted him to understand exactly what he would never live up to.

“You opened your mouth,” I said, stroking once just for show. “You looked me in the eye and suggested we take her together. You actually offered to use this pathetic worm while I fucked her mouth. You thought you were making a joke. You thought you were a man.”

I leaned in closer, my face hovering over his, the scent of blood and power pouring off me like steam.

“You’re not a man,” I said. “You’re a fucking mistake.”

And then I acted.

My claws extended without warning, clean and silent, and I plunged the sharpest one straight through the root of his cock.

His scream wasn’t human.

It was a sound made only by things that know they are about to die.

Blood burst from the puncture like a geyser, warm and wet and immediate. It sprayed across my hand, shot up his stomach, spilled down his thighs in thick, dark lines.

He jerked, his back slamming against the floor, his hands flying up to stop me, but I wasn’t done.

I took a second claw and sliced across the shaft-deep and brutal, diagonally, so the skin tore wide open and flapped apart like butchered meat.

He howled. His legs convulsed. Blood poured like a split artery.

I stood up slowly, wiping the crimson from my fingers onto his shirt as he writhed.

“You’ll never fuck again,” I said, voice calm. “You’ll never even piss without pain. And every time you reach between your legs and touch what’s left of yourself, you’ll remember this moment. You’ll remember the Alpha who took it from you.”

He rolled onto his side, clutching what remained of his cock, sobbing now. Not crying-sobbing. His face was pale. His mouth hung open. He was shaking so badly he couldn’t even hold himself together.

I bent one last time, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and yanked his face upward to meet mine.

“You used her heat like a weapon,” I said slowly. “You turned her vulnerability into an opportunity to dominate. You ignored her voice. You mocked her no. And then, you had the audacity to invite me to join in. To degrade her. To watch.”

I dropped his head, and it smacked the tile with a thud.

I stood fully, cracked my neck, and stepped over him like the garbage he was.

And then I turned to her.

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 167

~Damon~

She was standing by the wall exactly where I had left her. Her body was motionless, but her chest was rising and falling fast. Her skin was flushed. Her eyes were huge, dilated, locked on me like I was a god she didn’t know whether to kneel for or run from.

She had watched everything.

And she wasn’t afraid.

She was panting.

She was trembling.

Her thighs were pressed together, and her scent was pouring through the hallway like a wave of heat-drenched sugar and slick.

I walked toward her, my boots leaving bloody prints across the tile, my chest still rising and falling with adrenaline. I didn’t blink. I didn’t rush.

When I stopped in front of her, I was close enough to feel the heat radiating off her body.

She looked up at me like she was on the verge of falling apart.

Her lips parted, but no words came.

I reached out with my bloodied hand and cupped her cheek.

“I told you to close your eyes,” I said softly. “I didn’t want you to see that.”

She nodded once, swallowing hard. “I couldn’t look away.”

I brushed my thumb along the side of her mouth.

“I just mutilated a man.”

“I know.”

“And you’re still standing here.”

“I can’t move.”

“Why?”

Her voice broke.

“Because I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you right now.”

The silence that followed was thick enough to drown in.

I leaned in, pressed my forehead to hers, and whispered against her lips.

“You just watched me destroy someone for touching you.”

The words left my mouth slowly, deliberately, like I wanted her to feel every syllable. I didn’t whisper them. I didn’t growl. I said them like a statement of fact. Because it was. Because that’s exactly what I had done-and she had watched all of it.

I was still standing inches from her, my chest rising and falling, the blood on my knuckles drying into a tight crust across my skin. My boots were soaked from where I had knelt in his blood, and my zipper was still down, my cock heavy behind it, still swollen from rage and the way her scent had exploded into the hallway like smoke and wildfire.

She didn’t say anything. She couldn’t. Her lips were parted, her throat visibly tight as she swallowed, and her chest was lifting in short, shallow bursts. Her entire body was trembling-not from fear, not from disgust-but from something far more dangerous.

Desire.

She looked at me like I was the monster that made her wet.

I stepped closer and tilted my head slightly, watching the way her eyes flicked to my mouth, then down to the red smears on my hands.

I reached up slowly, pressed my thumb against her cheek, and dragged a line of blood across her skin-not hard, not rough, just enough to mark her with it.

“Did it turn you on, kitten?” I asked her calmly. My voice was low and steady, but every word throbbed with heat. “Be honest with me. Did watching me mutilate him make your thighs clench? Did it make your heart race? Did it make you wish you were closer while I did it?”

Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.

I smirked and leaned in closer, just enough for my nose to graze her ear, just enough for my breath to tickle her skin.

“I think it did,” I whispered. “I think you were standing there with your back pressed to the wall, watching me pin him down, listening to the sounds of his cock splitting under my claws, and your pussy was throbbing for me.”

She let out the smallest gasp, and my cock kicked behind my zipper in response.

I didn’t stop.

“I think you got wet when I told him to crawl. I think you liked seeing me hold his life in one hand and his manhood in the other. I think it made you ache when you realized I wasn’t doing it out of rage-I was doing it because you were mine.”

Still, she didn’t speak.

She just breathed harder.

Her scent was growing thicker now, sweeter, coating the air in something warm and primal. Her legs shifted like she was trying to squeeze them together without me noticing.

Too late.

I slid both hands down to her hips and gripped them firmly.

“You should be horrified right now,” I said, pulling her closer. “You should be pushing me away. But you’re not. You’re standing here like you want more. You’re panting like I didn’t just torture a man-I fed something inside you.”

Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment.

I leaned in again, this time brushing my lips across the side of her neck, not kissing, just letting her feel the heat.

“Tell me, kitten. Were you wet while you watched? Were you breathing through your mouth because your panties were soaked, and you were scared I’d smell it?”

“Damon,” she whispered.

“That’s not an answer,” I said. “Say the words. You watched me rip a man apart, and now you’re standing in front of me looking like you want me to do the same to you.”

Her hands grabbed the front of my shirt, and her fingers curled into the fabric.

“Yes,” she said. Her voice was trembling. “Yes, I was wet. Yes, I was shaking because I wanted you.”

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 168

I groaned low in my chest, the sound spilling out between clenched teeth.

I pressed her harder against the wall and dropped my forehead to hers.

“Do you want to know what I was thinking while I crushed his cock in my hand?” I asked her, my voice tighter now, slower, like a threat wrapped in velvet. “I was thinking about the way you moan when I take you from behind. I was thinking about the sounds you make when I bite the back of your neck and tell you not to come until I say so. I was thinking about how your little body fits against mine, how your thighs shake after I’ve been inside you for too long, and how much I want to see you that desperate again.”

She whimpered, and her hips arched forward.

I kept going.

“I was thinking about how easy it would be to take you right here. With blood still on the floor. With the smell of his piss and your heat choking the walls. I was thinking about lifting your skirt, pushing your panties to the side, and sinking into you so slowly you’d cry.”

Her breath hitched.

“You’d beg me not to stop,” I said. “And I wouldn’t. Not until your knees gave out. Not until you forgot that anyone else existed. Not until every part of you remembered who you belong to.”

She nodded frantically.

“Say it, kitten,” I demanded. “Say who you belong to.”

“You,” she gasped. “I belong to you.”

I smirked and kissed her jaw, slow and possessive.

“You’re goddamn right you do.”

I slid my hand down between her thighs, pressed my palm against the heat soaking through her panties, and growled into her neck.

“You’re dripping.”

She moaned.

“I should fuck you against this wall,” I murmured, grinding my palm harder. “I should bend you over the blood trail and make you scream into the tile. I should keep you right on the edge, keep you shaking, keep you begging until the only name you know is mine.”

“Please,” she whispered. “I need you.”

“Do you want it here?” I asked, rubbing her slowly through the fabric. “Right here in this hallway? Or do you want me to drag you to the car and make you ride me until I lose control?”

Her voice broke.

“I don’t care,” she said. “Anywhere. Just take me. Please, Damon.”

She wasn’t just begging for sex. She was begging for surrender. For ownership. For destruction.

And she wanted me to be the one to give it to her.

I stared down at her, her face flushed with heat, her chest rising and falling like she couldn’t catch her breath. Her thighs were trembling. Her lips were slightly parted, and her scent-fuck, her scent-was coating the air like syrup over fire. Sweet, burning, wild.

I reached for her, cupped her face with one blood-slick hand, and tilted her chin up so she had no choice but to look at me.

“My naughty little girl,” I said, slow and calm, my voice curling around her like smoke. “You don’t care where I take you. You just want Daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

She nodded, but that wasn’t enough. Not for me.

“Use your voice,” I said, gripping her jaw now, not hard enough to hurt her-but enough to make her feel it. “Say exactly what you want from me.”

Her voice came out in a breathless gasp, so honest it cracked.

“I want your cock,” she whispered. “I want Daddy’s cock. I want you to fill me. Please.”

I smiled. Not soft. Not sweet. The kind of smile that only meant one thing-she was mine now.

I leaned in slowly, brushing my lips across her jaw as I whispered into her skin.

“You want me to fuck you with blood still drying on my hands?” I said. “You want to be bent over the same floor where I tore his cock apart, your panties down, your skirt up, while I fill you so deep your heat doesn’t know what hit it?”

Her moan was all the answer I needed.

I dragged my hand down her body, grabbed her by the hips, and turned her around, pressing her chest to the lockers with both palms flat against the metal.

“Good girl,” I growled, sliding behind her. “Now stay right there and don’t move unless I tell you to.”

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 169

~Damon~

“Good girl. Now stay right there and don’t move.”

My voice dropped lower as I stepped in behind her, the sound of my boots sticking to the blood-smeared floor echoing through the hallway.

Her palms were flat against the cold metal lockers, her breath already coming in shallow gasps. Her skirt was hitched high over her hips, the soft curve of her ass trembling, on display, open for me. Her soaked panties clung to one thigh, already stretched, already ruined.

I reached down, gripped the inside of her knee, and kicked her legs open wider. She gasped, her body jolting forward from the sudden shift in pressure.

“You’re dripping,” I said as I looked down, watching a slow strand of slick trail from between her thighs to the floor. “You’re so fucking ready for this cock, it’s embarrassing.”

I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out-already thick, already hard, already swollen with the kind of need that made me dangerous. I wrapped my hand around the base, stroked once, then pressed the tip against her soaked folds.

She moaned loud, broken, hungry.

I slapped her ass hard, making her jump.

“Keep your hands on the locker,” I said, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back until she was arched perfectly for me.” You move, and I stop. You take every inch, or you get nothing.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, her voice trembling.

“That’s what I like to hear,” I growled.

I pushed forward, slow at first, just the head breaching her pussy, watching it spread her open, watching how tight she already was. Her body clenched around me immediately, already sucking me in, already trying to milk me for everything I had.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. “You’re tighter than ever. So hot. So wet. You’re pulsing like you’ve been waiting for this all damn day.”

She whimpered, her fingers curling into fists against the locker.

I grabbed her hips, held her steady, and slammed the rest of my cock into her in one brutal thrust.

She screamed.

Her body jolted forward, her breath shattering in her chest as I bottomed out inside her, thick and deep, pressing so far in I could feel her cervix kiss the tip of my cock.

I didn’t give her time to adjust.

I pulled back and thrust into her again-harder.

And again.

And again.

Loud, wet, skin-slapping thrusts echoed through the hallway, mixed with her moans, my grunts, and the ragged sound of flesh colliding with soaked, needy heat.

“Say it,” I growled between thrusts. “Say what you’re taking.”

“Daddy’s cock,” she sobbed. “I’m taking Daddy’s cock.”

“That’s right, baby. You’re taking all of it. You’re taking it like a good fucking girl.”

I slammed into her again, harder this time, my hips crashing into her ass, the sound so loud it made the metal locker rattle.

Her walls clenched around me-tight, trembling, begging-and I leaned forward, one hand wrapping around her throat from behind while the other reached between her legs and rubbed her clit in brutal, fast circles.

She screamed again, louder now, her body rocking against mine as her heat exploded.

“Damon-fuck-Daddy-I can’t-I’m gonna-“

“You don’t come until I say,” I snarled into her ear. “You hold it. You fucking hold it until I decide you deserve it.”

She was panting now. Crying. So overwhelmed she couldn’t even keep her legs straight. I bent her forward even more, grabbed both wrists, and pinned them to the locker while I kept pounding into her from behind.

The sound of my cock sliding in and out of her wet, gripping pussy was filthy. Loud. Drenched.

“You’re going to remember this,” I said through clenched teeth. “You’re going to feel my cum dripping down your thighs when I take you into the pack house. They’re going to smell what I did to you. They’re going to see it on your skin, in your eyes, in the way you walk. They’re going to look at you and know you were fucked by your Alpha.”

“Yes,” she cried, her voice cracking. “I want that. I want all of it. Please don’t stop-please-please-“

“Shut up and take it,” I snarled. “Take your knot like a good little Luna.”

And then I knotted her.

The base of my cock swelled and locked inside her, and she screamed-loud, high-pitched, almost feral-as her orgasm tore through her. Her cunt clamped down around me, spasming, milking me. Her body trembled under mine, going limp against the locker as I filled her with wave after wave of thick, hot cum.

I stayed buried deep inside her, panting, growling, my chest pressed to her back, my hand still wrapped around her throat as she shook.

Her pussy was fluttering, sucking me deeper with every twitch.

She was a mess.

Sweating. Crying. Moaning.

Ruined.

And when I finally caught my breath, I leaned in close to her ear and spoke in the calmest, most possessive tone I had all night. “I have a meeting with the pack in twenty minutes.”

She didn’t speak. Couldn’t. She was still catching her breath, still pulsing around my knot.

“Why don’t you follow me, kitten?” I whispered. “Let them smell what I did to you. Let them see their Luna dripping down her thighs, still full of her Alpha’s cum. Let them see you walk in wearing my scent like a crown.”

She shuddered.

And I smiled.

Because now?

Now they would all know.

She was mine.

And she would never walk into a room without them remembering this exact sound-the sound of her heat being fucked out of her by the only man who would ever own her again.

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 170

She was still catching her breath, her cheek pressed against the cold locker, her hands trembling as my knot throbbed inside her. My arm was wrapped tight around her waist, holding her up, keeping her steady. Her heat-slicked thighs were soaked in everything I’d poured into her.

But then she blinked.

Just once.

And her voice broke through the silence, soft and breathless and panicked.

“Wait… Damon… is it not too early to meet the pack?”

I didn’t answer yet.

“I mean,” she kept talking, faster now, words tumbling over each other in a desperate rush, “they’ll all be there, right? The Betas, the Elders

I stared at her, my hand still firm around her throat, my cock still buried inside her, locking us together.

“I don’t want them to see me like this,” she whispered, panicked now. “I don’t want the entire pack whispering about me. I can’t-please-I’m not ready-“

“I’m too young”

“Kitten,” I said, and my voice alone was enough to make her stop mid-ramble. “Listen to me. Right now.”

She swallowed hard, her eyes wide, her lips parted and still trembling. I gripped her jaw and forced her to look over her shoulder at me.

“I do not care anymore.”

She froze.

“I don’t care who talks. I don’t care what the Betas think. I don’t care what the Elders whisper. I don’t care if Tasha cries or if Camilla packs her bags. I am done hiding. I am done pretending. You are my fucking mate. I want to let the whole fucking world know that.

Her eyes watered. Her breath caught. I pressed my lips to her cheek and spoke clearly, cruelly, deliberately.

“Camilla is human. She is not my mate. She never was. She never will be. She is a contract signed before I ever scented you. She is a name on paper and a ring I should have buried years ago.”

Lyra’s voice cracked.

“But I don’t want to be the reason she-“

“You are not the reason for anything,” I snapped. “You didn’t ask to be mine. You didn’t beg for this bond. The Moon Goddess chose you. My wolf chose you. And my body has already claimed you. Do you hear me? There is nothing to apologize for.”

Her eyes were glassy, her chest heaving. She didn’t interrupt.

“You are coming with me,” I said. “To that pack meeting. With my knot still dripping out of you. With my scent soaked into your skin. With your thighs marked from where I held you down while you begged me not to stop.”

She moaned-low, quiet, full of shame and need.

“And I dare anyone-anyone in that room-to look at you with anything less than respect. I dare any one of those bastards to question who you are. Because if even one of them lays their eyes on you with lust or judgment or anything other than reverence-I will rip their fucking eyes out.”

Her breath hitched.

“I’ll rip their eyes out,” I repeated, slower this time, “and feed them to the council wolves. And then I’ll make them watch while I fuck you over the meeting table.”

Lyra whimpered, shaking in my arms, still tied to me by the knot pulsing inside her.

“Do you understand me, kitten?”

She nodded, tears slipping down her cheeks.

But her voice didn’t shake when she said it.

“Yes, Alpha.”

“That’s a good girl,” I murmured, my voice thick with praise and dominance as I kissed the corner of her mouth. Her body was still trembling from the force of her orgasm, her muscles weak, her thighs coated in slick and seed, her breath uneven and hot against the cold metal locker. She looked up at me with those wide, ruined eyes, her lashes heavy with tears, her lips swollen and glistening.

Then she spoke-quiet, but firm. “Are you just going to leave him there?”

Her voice pulled my attention toward the blood-slick floor behind us. I turned my head and followed her gaze. The boy I had broken-his body crumpled in the corner, unconscious, twisted, and soaked in his own blood.

I smiled slowly.

“Oh, kitten,” I said darkly, my tone low and vicious, “I won’t leave him there.”

I pulled out of her slowly, watching the thick trail of my cum drip from her ruined pussy down her thighs and onto the floor. Her knees almost gave out from the motion, her body convulsing around the loss of my knot, but I caught her waist with one hand and held her steady.

I fixed my pants just enough to tuck myself away, still hard, still aching, still furious, and walked across the hallway toward the broken bastard who dared touch what belonged to me.

I bent down, grabbed the blood-soaked collar of his shirt, and lifted him like a ragdoll. His body sagged in my grip, barely conscious, twitching and limp as I dragged him across the floor. Blood smeared in long streaks behind us, sticky and dark.

I dragged him out of the narrow hallway and into the main corridor, where the lockers opened up to a wider passage that connected the classrooms, the library, the cafeteria, and the east stairwell. Students were already flooding out of rooms, walking in cliques, chatting, laughing, scrolling on their phones.

And then I dropped the body.

“Listen up. Everyone!”