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Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 201

Oh, my God.

The second he said that-“Beg me, kitten”-I swear I nearly came. No, like, actually. My knees wobbled. My throat went dry. My pussy clenched around nothing so hard I whimpered out loud, and not in some fake girly way. It was raw. Desperate. Real.

Because fuck, do you know what it does to a girl when an Alpha says that with his mouth brushing your ear and his hand still wrapped tight around your throat like he’s deciding whether to kiss you or kill you?

And when that Alpha is your best friend’s father?

When his blood is still on his shirt and the echo of his slap is still in the walls?

When you’re 18, soaked, shirtless, high off heat and violence and the fact that you just stood naked in his house and told his entire fucking family to get out while your thighs were literally dripping?

Yeah. I broke.

“Ohhh fuck,” I whispered, breathless, broken, brain short-circuiting from how hard he was gripping my neck and how sharp that twist on my nipple still burned. “You want me to beg? You-you fucking want me to beg?”

I laughed. I moaned. I couldn’t even tell the difference at that point.

“You really wanna hear it, Daddy?” I asked, smiling so sweet it should’ve been illegal, even while my voice trembled. “You wanna hear your naughty little Omega lose all her pride? You wanna hear me whimper and plead like I’m not the one who made your wife cry, your daughter run, and your cock fucking twitch just by existing?”

His jaw clenched. And oh my God-oh my God, the way it clenched. Like he was grinding his teeth to keep from grabbing me and throwing me down right there. I saw every twitch. Every little shift in his shoulders. Every sharp little breath through his nose like he was trying so fucking hard not to lose it.

And it made my pussy throb so hard I gasped.

I swear, I literally clenched right there, standing barefoot and bratty in the middle of his house like I didn’t just mouth off to his whole family ten minutes ago. But his jaw. That jaw. That goddamn Alpha clench with his knuckles twitching and his eyes burning and his chest rising like a storm was about to explode? Oh yeah. That was it. That was the moment I knew I had him.

So I smiled.

Because of course I did.

I smiled way too sweet for a girl with slick running down her thighs.

I reached up and tapped his chin with my index finger. Just one little tap. And then traced it down his throat, real slow, watching him swallow like the pressure was about to crack.

“You wanna fuck me, don’t you?” I whispered, dragging my nails over his collarbone. “Like actually fuck me. Not sweet. Not gentle. Just grab me and use me like I was made for you.”

His hand twitched again.

And my entire body lit up.

“And then you said come here-just come here-like that was enough,” I said, still rambling. “Like one growl and I’d drop to my knees. And honestly? It almost worked. Because your voice does things to my brain. Like it short-circuits everything logical and turns me into a slutty little puddle who thinks with her heat.”

I stopped in front of him again.

Looked up at him.

Bit my lip.

Tilted my head.

“But then I remembered who the fuck I am,” I whispered, soft but wicked. “And I decided… nah. Let him earn it.”

I dropped.

Right to my knees.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned. “Okay. Yep. This is happening. I’m officially on my knees. I’m officially your dirty little Omega, and I’m so not okay right now, because do you even know what you look like from down here?”

I reached up and dragged both my hands up his thighs. Slow. Teasing. Stroking over denim like it was skin, and I moaned again, louder this time, because I could feel the heat of his cock through his jeans and it was too much.

“Your thighs are so hard,” I said, palms flat against him. “Like I know you could crush my skull with them and I’d say thank you. And this ” I rubbed over his bulge, slow and wicked, and my eyes rolled back a little because fuck, “–this is why I’m not okay. You’re already so hard. And I haven’t even begged yet. I haven’t even started.”

I pressed my cheek to his thigh and moaned like a needy little thing in heat.

Then I looked up again.

“You’re so mean, Daddy,” I whispered. “Just standing there. Letting me fall apart down here. My mouth’s watering, my thighs are stuck together, and you’re just watching like you’re not seconds away from wrecking me.”

I slid one hand between my legs and touched myself-lightly, just enough to smear slick on my fingers-and then I held them up to him.

“Look,” I said, breathless. “Look what you did

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I licked my fingers.

Moaned around them.

And smiled like the unholy little brat I was born to be.

“I’m so wet it’s embarrassing,” I said. “My body’s literally leaking because I want you so bad. I can’t sleep. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I need your cock in my mouth. I need to taste it. I want to suck on it until my jaw aches and my eyes are full of tears and you’re gripping my hair saying, that’s it, kitten, take it all like the good little Omega you are.”

I grabbed his belt buckle.

Still didn’t undo it.

Just held it. Just stared at it like it was sacred.

“And then I want you to bend me over something solid,” I went on. “A table. The wall. The floor. I don’t care. I just want to feel your knot. I want to be split open and stretched and stuffed with your cum until it’s dripping out of me and I’m shaking from how good it feels.”

I kissed the buckle.

Breathed on it.

Smiled like a girl about to destroy her entire fucking future and loving it.

“Please,” I whispered. “Please, Daddy. Please let me taste it. Please let me gag on it. Please fuck my face until I forget everything that came before you. Please knot me until I scream so loud the entire pack knows who I belong to.”

I looked up again.

Teary-eyed.

Wrecked.

Grinning.

“Please ruin me.”

“Suck my dick, kitten. Suck Daddy’s dick like it’s your last.”

The second those words hit the air, my whole body reacted like I’d been shocked. My pussy pulsed so hard it clenched around nothing, my thighs trembled, my mouth fell open, and I swear I swear to the Moon Goddess-I forgot how to breathe.

My heart was already racing from teasing him, my heat had made my whole body slick and hypersensitive, and now that? That command?

That low, rumbling, dominant Alpha growl that came straight from his chest and melted right between my legs? That was the kill shot.

My head tilted back, my eyes fluttered, and for a second I just stared at him—at the raw, ruthless heat in his expression, at the sharp flex in his jaw, at the way he held my hair like it was a leash he’d just decided to yank.

I was already on my knees.

Already soaked.

“Say it again,” I whispered, voice breathless and so fucking soft it sounded like I was begging for air. “Please, Daddy. Say it again. Say it like you mean it. Say it like you want me to choke on it. Like you want me to cry for it. Like you want me to worship it with my mouth until my jaw gives out.”

He didn’t say a word. Not with his lips. But his fingers dug deeper into my scalp, forcing my head back, and that alone made

me moan.

I could feel my whole body tremble under his grip, my nipples hard and tingling, my clit throbbing so hard I had to squeeze my thighs together just to keep myself from falling apart.

My mouth opened wider without even thinking. I looked up at him from the floor with my lips parted, tongue out, and heat staining my cheeks like I was seconds from losing my fucking mind.

I couldn’t wait.

I didn’t want to wait.

I wanted his cock. In my mouth. Down my throat. Slapping my tongue, stretching my lips, gagging me, ruining me.

I reached up with both hands and fumbled with his belt, too messy, too eager, fingers trembling from how badly I needed him.

I could smell him now, thick and wild, that dark spicy Alpha scent mixed with sweat and leather and heat, and it only made my mouth water more.

My pussy clenched again. I rubbed my thighs together, moaning softly as I yanked his pants open and finally, finally, finally got what I wanted.

And then I took him in.

His hand tightened in my hair.

His hips rolled forward.

And he pushed deeper.

All the way in.

“Fuck-Lyra,” he growled, and the way he said my name? Like it was the only word left in his vocabulary. His head tipped back, his grip in my hair tightened, and I felt his thigh muscles flex under my palms like he was trying so hard not to lose it right there.

My pussy clenched so fast and so hard I whimpered around him. I could feel my slick trickling down my thighs, warm and thick and humiliating, because all it took was that moan. That one fucking moan and my body was already on the edge of begging him to shove me onto my back and knot me senseless.

But I didn’t stop.

God, I couldn’t stop.

Not after hearing that.

Because if he sounded that wrecked from just my mouth, I wanted to know what he’d sound like when I swallowed his cum.

I wanted to know what noises he’d make when I cried on his cock and begged him not to stop. I wanted to hear him come completely undone with my lips wrapped tight around his dick and my throat stretched wide and ruined with every inch of him.

He moaned again-deeper this time, like he was losing the fight. His hips jerked just slightly, like he was resisting the instinct to fuck my face raw, and the tension in his arms, in his chest, in his soul was vibrating against my skin like a second heartbeat.

He looked down at me, jaw clenched, lips parted, sweat beading at his temple, and that look-that look-was so wild and hungry and fucking feral I almost came from it alone.

“This mouth,” he said, voice low and dangerous, like he couldn’t breathe without groaning. “This fucking mouth was made to take Daddy’s cock.”

And that was it.

That was the moment I sank lower, pushed deeper, opened my throat like a good little kitten, and took him all the way in.

Because if that moan was the reward?

Then I’d choke for it.

Every time.

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~Lyra~

Should I officially say I came here a virgin and an innocent girl this summer, but now I’m not that girl anymore?

Yes. I should. I absolutely should.

Because the girl who came here with soft pink lip gloss and daydreams about spending summer. She died somewhere between the first growl he gave me and the night I screamed into a pillow with his knot stretching me open while he whispered, Good girl, take it all, you’re mine now.

And the new girl?

The one standing here right now with her thighs glued together, her nipples tingling every time she remembers how he tasted, and her entire body still aching like it’s waiting for Daddy’s next command?

Yeah. That’s me now.

I’m not the sweet little summer guest anymore. I’m not the cute best friend who just came to relax and maybe tan and maybe flirt with someone close to my age.

No.

I’m the girl who moaned for her best friend’s father. Who let him breed her while she cried and begged. Who called him Daddy while she drooled all over his cock and thanked him for not pulling out.

And I liked it.

God, I loved it.

So here we are. Let’s do a quick recap, shall we?

I came to visit for the summer. I expected pool days and girly sleepovers and TikToks under the sun. Instead, I got knotted so hard I blacked out. I got bent over desks, thrown onto counters, and whispered filthy things that made my clit twitch every time I remembered them. I got claimed.

Two days later after the fight with Camilla and Tasha. I went back to school.

Literally.

No one came near me because of Damon.

The crowd parted around me like I was fire. Boys avoided eye contact. Girls whispered. Professors looked nervous. No one sat next to me in class.

They could smell him on me.

That scent? That deep, dominant Alpha scent? It hadn’t faded. Not even a little. It was in my skin. My throat. My fucking soul. He made sure of that.

And did I like it?

Yeah.

Of course I did.

Not like I enjoy people’s company anyway. I’m not the type who thrives in a crowd. I hate fake smiles and loud voices and pointless small talk. I’d rather be alone, pressed up against the memory of his hand around my throat, than surrounded by people.

The girls in the back of class looked at me. The way they looked at me like I was radioactive. I ignored them. I always ignore them.

But then I got up to use the restroom after lunch, and I passed this one guy-he didn’t say anything. He didn’t touch me. But he froze. His head snapped toward me like instinct. His nose flared. His eyes went wide. And then he backed up.

Like I was dangerous. Well duh I am.

I walked into the bathroom and locked myself in a stall, and my heart was pounding for no reason. My hands were shaking. I pulled down my pants and sat there for a second, staring at my underwear.

And then I realized.

There was nothing.

No spotting. No stain.

No period. Wait a minute when last did I have my period

And that’s when the buzzing started in my head. That high, tight, panicked kind of buzzing that makes your stomach twist and your palms sweat and your lungs forget how to do their job.

Because I couldn’t remember the last time I bled.

Like actually bled.

I pulled out my phone and opened my period tracking app. I hadn’t even looked at it since I got back. Everything had been too chaotic. I had been too distracted. Too full of slick and bruises and memories.

And there it was.

Missed.

My last period had been over a month ago.

Over five weeks.

And nothing since.

I stared at the screen, then at the white cotton of my underwear, then back at the screen again. My mouth went dry. My knees started bouncing without my permission. I suddenly felt hot. My throat was closing. My hands were sweating.

No. No. No. No no no-fuck. Please no-this can’t be-oh my God.”

I was talking to myself, out loud, in the bathroom stall like a full-blown crazy person and I didn’t even care. My phone was still in my hand, the period tracker app wide open, flashing that stupid red calendar in my face with the words missed and late and day 39 blinking like sirens. And I just kept staring at it like the numbers would change if I blinked hard enough. Like if I shook the phone or refreshed the app or restarted my entire fucking life, it would somehow show a little pink dot that said, ” Don’t worry, babe, you’re fine.”

But there was no dot.

There was no spotting.

There was no nothing.

And now I was standing in the bathroom with my underwear still around my thighs, one hand braced on the stall wall, the other holding my phone, and my heart pounding so fast I thought I was going to throw up.

“This can’t be happening. No. No. No. I mean-okay-yes, he knotted me. Like, a lot. Like… a lot a lot. Like… oh my God, how many times was it?”

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I started pacing in the stall, which was extremely difficult because it was tiny and my pants were still halfway down and my thighs were trembling and the floor felt like it was tilting, but I couldn’t stop. My mind was running full-speed, every filthy memory I’d buried in my clit shooting straight to the front of my brain like it had something to say now that I was having a full-body meltdown.

“Okay. Okay. Calm down. Think, Lyra. Let’s think. You got here late May, right? First heat hit maybe three days in? You wore that tiny little towel. He saw you. He growled. He pinned you to the kitchen counter. You came. He made you beg. And then he -oh my God, he knotted you. Right there. On the fucking floor.”

I slapped my hand to my mouth like that would help stop the memories but it didn’t. All it did was make my pussy clench again because my body was still so stupidly in love with what he did to me.

And now it might have consequences.

“Okay but I was fine after that,” I said, still whispering, still pacing. “I didn’t get pregnant from one knot, right? That’s not how it works. I mean, that’s what they said in health class. The chances are low unless it’s timed. Unless you’re ovulating. And I don’t even know when I ovulate. I don’t even track ovulation because I never had to before because I was a goddamn virgin.”

I paused.

I blinked.

My heart skipped.

And then I gasped.

“Oh my God.”

My throat is dry. My heart is thumping so hard in my ears it sounds like a war drum. I keep telling myself to breathe, but my chest is locked. My knees are bouncing. My mind is screaming.

And then-because of course I talk to myself when I’m panicking-I say it.

“He’s your mate, Lyra.”

I whisper it like it’s supposed to calm me down. Like just reminding myself that Damon is mine is going to somehow erase the fact that my period is a month and a half late and my panties are dry and there’s not even a hint of blood anywhere.

“Calm down,” I mumble to myself, dragging my hands over my face. “You don’t have to panic. It’s fine. He’s your mate. You’re bonded. This isn’t the end of the world. People get pregnant every day. This is… this is natural. This is biology. This is what happens when a knot goes in and doesn’t pull out.”

I choke out a nervous laugh.

And then immediately want to cry.

Because this isn’t funny.

“Okay, but wait. This is teen pregnancy, right? This is literally the definition of teen pregnancy. I’m eighteen! Well I’ll be nineteen soon.

I throw my head back and groan so loud I’m shocked no one knocks on the stall door to ask if I’m okay.

“I am so not okay.”

My voice is shaking now. My hands are damp. I’m trying to keep it together but my chest is doing this weird rising-and- falling thing like I’m gearing up for a full-blown anxiety attack, and the worst part? My pussy is still sore. Still warm. Still tingling from remembering what he did to me, which makes it so much harder to focus.

“Oh my God, my mom doesn’t even know about any of this.”

I freeze.

Let that thought sit.

Because out of all the spirals in my brain, that one hits the hardest.

She doesn’t know.

Not about Damon.

Not about the heat.

Not about the bond.

Not about the knot.

“How the hell do I explain this?”

My voice is shaking again, but I keep talking anyway because if I stop, I think I might actually scream.

My hands are gripping the sides of the toilet now. My phone is still on the floor, face up, mocking me. My brain is running laps around itself and dragging my emotions behind it like they’re on fire.

“Do I just go home and say, ‘Hey, Mom, remember when you said I could go to Tasha’s for the summer? Yeah, so… her dad who is my mate fucked me. Like, really fucked me. Like knotted me until I passed out and now I might be pregnant with our baby and I’m not sure if I’m more scared or turned on by it.’ Is that what I’m supposed to say?”

I bury my face in my hands and whimper.

“Okay, no. That’s not what I’m going to say. I’m not saying anything yet. This could be nothing. It could be stress. Maybe I’m just stressed. School just started.

“The heat took a toll on me. My hormones are all over the place. Maybe I’m bloated. Maybe my cycle is resetting. Maybe I have a vitamin deficiency. Or low iron. Or… or something else. Something less life-ruining than teen Alpha pregnancy.”

I inhale. Hold it.

Then exhale, shaky and shallow.

“Benefit of the doubt,” I whisper, blinking rapidly. “Let’s just give this situation the benefit of the doubt. Maybe it’s not what I think. Maybe I just need to breathe. I can take a test later.

“Or tomorrow. Or-oh my God, what if I’m already showing? What if my stomach is going to grow and I get stretch marks and my boobs get huge and Damon likes it and knots me again while I’m carrying and-“

I cut myself off with a groan and grab my face with both hands again.

“I need to get out of here.”

need to tell him.

I need to tell Damon.

Fast.

I can’t keep this to myself. Not for another day. Not even for another hour. I don’t care if he’s in a meeting or halfway across U

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the city or brooding in his office with blood on his hands and a cigar between his lips. I don’t care if he’s with the pack, or if Tasha’s in the next room, or if it’s the worst possible timing in the universe.

He needs to know.

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~Lyra~

He needs to know

Because if I’m pregnant…

If I’m actually pregnant…

Then this is real. Not just in a fantasy way. Not just in the kinky, dirty, breed-me-Daddy kind of way that made my toes curl and my back arch every time he whispered mine into my mouth while I was trembling under him.

This isn’t just about what happened on the bed. Or the desk. Or the balcony. Or all those times he knotted me so deep I couldn’t think straight for hours afterward.

This is about my body. Changing. Growing something. Someone. His.

Because if I’m pregnant, that means there’s an actual baby inside me. A little Alpha or Omega forming from all the cum he stuffed inside me while I moaned and begged for it and told him I wanted this. That I could take it. That I needed it.

And I did.

God, I did.

But that was then.

Right now, I’m scared.

Not completely terrified. Not like I regret anything. But scared in that chest-aching, throat-tightening, I-don’t-know-how- to-breathe kind of way. Scared like the world just tilted and I’m still trying to find something to hold onto.

I’m eighteen.

I haven’t even figured out my major yet.

I still eat ice cream with a plastic spoon straight out of the tub while watching cheesy romance movies at night. I cry when I get yelled at. I talk too much when I’m nervous. I chew my nails. I get distracted easily.

And now there might be a baby.

Inside me.

A baby with Damon’s eyes. With his dark hair. With that little snarl in its lips. A baby who might grow up to growl like him. Or say Daddy in that bratty little voice I always use when I want his hands on my throat.

And suddenly, I’m whispering to myself in the bathroom mirror like it’s a therapy session.

“Okay, Lyra. You can do this.”

I straighten my shoulders.

I exhale through my nose.

I look myself dead in the eyes even though my cheeks are still flushed, and my pupils are still huge, and I can still feel slick clinging to my inner thighs like I haven’t fully recovered from what we did.

“You can do this,” I whisper again, louder this time, nodding like that will make it true. “You’re just going to tell him. You’re going to take a deep breath and call him. Or maybe text first. Maybe ease into it. Be casual. Be normal. Be-oh fuck, how do you casually tell the most dangerous Alpha you’ve ever met that you might be carrying his knot baby?”

I shake my hands out. I pace the tile floor. I rub my stomach again like it’s a magic 8-ball that’s going to give me the answers if I shake it hard enough.

“Okay, maybe something like… ‘Hey, I know this is random, but remember that time you pinned me to your desk and told me I was going to take your cum like a good girl? Yeah, so… turns out I did. And now I might be pregnant. Want to grab lunch and talk about it?””>

I groan.

“Too casual. Way too casual. That sounds like I’m inviting him to Panera Bread to discuss baby names.”

I start again, pacing faster, hands waving, voice muttering like I’m rehearsing for a play that could determine whether I live or die.

“Okay, new idea. What about: ‘Damon, we need to talk. It’s serious. Don’t freak out, but I think I might be pregnant. I haven’t taken a test yet, but I’ve missed my period, and I know my body, and I’m scared, and I need you.””

I pause.

That one hits different.

I close my eyes and whisper it again to myself, slower this time.

“I need you.”

And I do.

Because I don’t know how to do this alone.

Because even if I am a little scared, even if I’m not ready, even if my life is turning upside down faster than I can process it— he always made me feel like I was safe. Like I was protected. Like nothing could touch me as long as he was near.

Would he be happy?

That thought hits me like a punch to the chest.

Would Damon actually want this?

Would he be furious?

Would he say it was a mistake?

Would he tell me I was reckless? That I should’ve tracked my heat better? That he warned me but I didn’t listen because I was too busy moaning and crying and begging him to knot me harder?

Or…

Would he smile?

Would he touch my stomach?

Would he pull me close and say of course, like he always meant to fill me with his babies? Like that was the plan all along? My breath catches in my throat and I swallow hard, staring at myself in the mirror as my thoughts start spinning again.

“Does he even like babies? But wait a minute.He had tasha. So definitely he treated her nicely when she was born right? Or maybe because she was a girl. I whisper, voice barely there. “What if our child turns out to be a boy? Would he treat him differently”