Ch. 231..235: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 231-235

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 231

~Lyra~

The doctor pushed my shirt up again and applied the cool gel. I gasped, body jerking.

Not because it was cold..though it was..but because the pressure was too much. Everything inside me was on fire.

My nipples were hard and leaking. My clit was pounding. My belly was round and tight and needy. I was a disaster of lust and hormones and fear and I couldn’t tell where one feeling ended and the next began.

“There,” the doctor said, pointing at the little screen. “Four. All with heartbeats.”

My head snapped toward the monitor.

And sure enough.

One. Two. Three. Four.

I stopped breathing again.

“They’re real,” I whispered. “They’re actually real. There’s four… four babies inside me. Four people. With heartbeats. With futures. With..oh my God, what if they all cry at the same time?!”

“Lyra,” Damon growled softly.

“Don’t ‘Lyra’ me! You did this! This is your fault! I didn’t even know I was ovulating! I just thought I was being dramatic and then BAM! Heat. Knot. Babies! Plural!

“Do you even know what this means? We need cribs! Four cribs! We need a mansion! We need nipple pads! What if they bite?! Oh my God, what if they’re like you? What if they come out with growls and fangs and instincts?! What if they smell slick and want to fuck everything by age ten?!”

Damon stood.

Full height.

I gulped.

Hard.

He leaned down, so close his mouth was at my ear, his breath brushing my skin like a sin I wasn’t allowed to have yet.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered, “the second she leaves this room.”

And then he said more.

He didn’t even give me time to process.

“Not gently. Not sweet. Not slow. Not the way you cry for when you’re being soft and bratty and trying to tease me. I’m going to fuck you the way you need it. I’m going to fuck you like you’re still in heat. Like you’re begging to be knocked up again. Like I didn’t already fill you with four.”

My mouth dropped open like I’d just been slapped with a lightning bolt.

I blinked. Once. Twice. Nothing came out of my mouth except a half-moan.

“And I’m not going to stop,” he whispered, his hand ghosting over the swell of my stomach, his fingers spreading like he was already claiming every inch.

“Not when you scream. Not when you cry. Not when your body forgets how to take it and begs for mercy. I’ll fuck you until the shape of my knot is burned into your cunt, and then I’ll fuck you again. Because you need it. Because you’re leaking right now, aren’t you? I can smell it. I can feel it in the air.”

“OH MY GOD,” I shrieked, throwing both hands over my face like that would save me from the sheer obscene amount of arousal pulsing through every inch of me.

“Please don’t talk to me like that. I can’t handle it. My heart is already dying. I just found out I’m the human host of a four- pack litter, I’m probably gonna be on a National Geographic special by next week, and now you’re standing over me promising to rearrange my guts before I can even pee!”

I peeked between my fingers like a gremlin.

He was smirking. Smirking.

“Stop looking hot!” I cried. “You’re not allowed to look hot while I’m having a meltdown. You’re not allowed to stand there looking like some sex god in heat while I’m leaking slick and fetal heartbeats at the same time!”

He leaned closer.

“Say it again,” he whispered.

I blinked, confused, still panting. “Say what?”

“What you said earlier,” he growled. “That if I pull my cock out… you’ll ride it.”

My face combusted. I swear, the skin on my cheeks sizzled like bacon.

“I WAS IN DISTRESS!” I screeched. “That was not a consent statement, that was a panic reaction! It’s like saying ‘help me’ when a ghost touches your leg in the dark. I wasn’t thinking! I was overwhelmed! I had just found out my womb was hosting a fucking Omega family reunion!”

He chuckled.

Not just a smirk. Not just a grunt. A full, deep, fucking chuckle that made my nipples harden and my toes curl and my brain scream ride him, slut like a siren on repeat.

“Damon,” I gasped, chest heaving, arms flailing like I could physically cool myself off by swatting at the air. “If you even breathe too close to me, I’m going to scream. My body is malfunctioning. I think I might actually come if you lick your lips. I’m not exaggerating. I’m clinically unstable right now.”

“I know,” he said darkly, stroking one finger along my inner thigh without touching where I needed it most.

“And I’m still horny!” I shrieked. “Like what is wrong with me?! I cried. I panicked. I had a whole monologue about being broken and overwhelmed and my pussy still wants your knot like we didn’t just survive a reproductive earthquake. Are Omega hormones this deranged? Is this what being mated to you does to me?!”

His hand slipped a little higher.

I flailed.

“No. No! Don’t you dare!” I gasped, voice high-pitched and trembling. “The doctor is here. This is not sanitary! This is not ethical! This is the opposite of a recovery period!”

He looked me dead in the eyes.

“You said you’d ride me,” he said, low and cruel and devastating.

“I panicked!” I cried again, grabbing the edge of the exam table like it could save me. “I’m not in my right mind! I’m unstable! I’m..”

“Wet.”

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“Wet.”

I froze.

Because he wasn’t wrong.

I was soaking through my panties again. My thighs were sticky. My breath was erratic. My pussy was aching.

“You’re evil,” I whispered.

“You love it.”

“I hate it.”

“You’re already lifting your hips.”

And fuck me.

I was.

My body was moving without permission, squirming, needy, traitorous.

“I swear,” I gasped, “if I get pregnant with more from this, I will burn down the Moon Temple and scream your name into the ashes.

“You already scream my name,” he growled, unbuckling his belt.

The second that belt buckle clinked open, I knew I was done for. Like done done. Like..stick a fork in me, carve “bred” across my tombstone, and build me a shrine in the Hall of Sluts because I was about to lose the last sliver of dignity I had left.

And just when I thought this moment couldn’t get any more unhinged.

The doctor absolutely screamed.

“OH NO!!” she shrieked, spinning around like she’d just caught us committing a sacrificial sex ritual. Her hands went straight into the air like she was being held at gunpoint. “Please, Alpha Damon, you are not going to fuck her while I’m still in this room! I’m still here! I’m still here!!”

I gasped so loud I nearly swallowed my own breath.

I turned my head to her like I was about to faint. “Oh my God, she’s still here. I forgot she was still here! Why is she still here?! She was supposed to leave! What kind of licensed medical professional watches an Alpha unbuckle his belt and doesn’t immediately run for her life?!”

“Kitten,” Damon warned in that growly Daddy voice that made my knees melt even though I was sitting.

The doctor was still panicking. Still doing the holy-cross-over-her-chest thing and backing up like she expected Damon to shift and fuck me against the ceiling.

Damon turned to her slowly.

And when I say slowly, I mean Alpha slowly-like every bone in his body was saying you should not have stayed this long.

“You’re done,” he said, his voice so calm it was terrifying. “You’ve completed the exam. You gave the results. You confirmed the pregnancy. You saw the heartbeats.”

“I-I just..” she stammered.

“You are done,” he repeated, his eyes flat and glowing with that barely-contained rage that meant someone was a second away from being murdered or moaned on.

And then-God help her-she opened her mouth again.

“Sir, I’m still a medical professional…”

And that was when Damon stepped forward.

One step.

Just one.

And she froze like her soul had been drop-kicked into another dimension.

“Do not speak,” he said. “Not to me. Not to her. Not to anyone about what you just saw. You are in my home, in my territory, examining my mate. And what I choose to do to her body is none of your concern the second your job is finished.”

The doctor blinked.

She blinked like she didn’t even know how blinking worked anymore.

“You will pack your bag,” Damon continued, his voice sharper now, darker. “You will not speak a word about the scent in this room. You will not describe her slick. You will not hint at what you saw on her face or what noises she made while you touched her. You will forget every detail that made your thighs clench while you held that wand to her belly.”

I choked.

“I knew she liked it!” I gasped. “She kept pausing too long and breathing all weird! I knew it! I’m a freak magnet!”

The doctor grabbed her bag like it was a life raft.

“And if I hear even a whisper,” Damon said, “a single whisper of this conversation or this room or this mating bond from anyone in your clinic, I will find you. And if I find you…”

He smiled.

Not a sexy smile.

Not a soft one.

A terrifying, Alpha, predator smile that said run.

“You will not like what I do next.”

The doctor was out the door before he even finished the sentence. Like sprinted. Like sprinted-for-her-life out of the room like she was on fire.

The door shut.

The kind of silence that was hot and heavy and thick with sex tension.

“I can’t believe you said she made noises,” I whispered.

“She did,” he said.

“She totally did.”

“And now she’s gone.”

And then I heard it.

The belt.

Drop.

To the floor.

And I swear, I moaned on instinct.

“What are you going to do to me, Daddy?”

Damon’s eyes met mine, and they were already full of something dangerous.He just reached down and kept stroking his dick. Oh fuck.

“You’re carrying four of my pups,” he said as he stroked his cock. His voice was low, dark, heavy with pride and hunger. “Isn’t that wonderful, kitten?”

“Yes,” I whispered shakily, my hands clutching the edge of the exam table like I was trying to stop myself from falling into him. “Yes, Daddy. It’s-it’s so wonderful. I feel so full of you.”

His fist moved faster on his cock and his chest rose with a deep breath like he was holding back from devouring me.

“Oh, kitten,” he groaned as he stepped closer. “Daddy’s going to fuck you so fucking hard”

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 233

~Lyra~

“DADDY!”

The scream tore out of me like my soul was coming with it. My back arched, tits jiggling, nipples leaking, legs wide open as fuck while his knot slammed in so deep I thought my spine was going to split.

My whole pussy clenched around him like it couldn’t bear to let him go. Like my body had given up the idea of dignity and decided all it wanted was to be filled. Again. And again. And again.

His huge veiny dick, dragging against my swollen walls with every thrust as if they were custom-shaped to destroy me from the inside out. And that knot? That monstrous fucking knot was stuffed inside me like a plug made of sin, locking in every drop of thick, hot Alpha cum he’d already dumped into my womb.

I was already pregnant. Four pups. Confirmed.

And still, Damon was fucking me like he was trying to put four more inside.

“You feel that, kitten?” he growled in my ear, grabbing the back of my neck and holding me down as his hips drove into me with slow, brutal force.

“You feel how deep I am? That’s my knot spreading you open, stretching your greedy little cunt like it was made to hold every drop I give you.”

“I do! I do, I feel it!” I sobbed, hands clawing at the sides, my body shaking from the force of each thrust. “I’m gonna come..I can’t stop it, Daddy..she’s clenching, she’s twitching, she wants it!”

He pulled back slightly, just enough for the thick bulge of his knot to tug at my entrance, and I screamed again before he shoved it back in with a nasty, wet sound that echoed in the fucking room.

“You hear that?” he hissed. “That’s your pussy begging for it. You’re soaked. You’re dripping down your ass. I haven’t even touched your clit and you’re already trembling like a cock-hungry little slut.”

“I am!” I wailed, head falling back, hair sticking to my face as my tits bounced with every motion.

“I’m your slut, Daddy! I’m your fucktoy! Your breeding whore! Your nasty little Omega bitch! Just don’t stop! Please, please, I need it!”

He slapped my thigh.

“Say it louder,” he demanded. “Say what you are.”

“I’m your breeding whore!” I screamed, practically sobbing with how tight everything was. “I’m your 18-year-old fuckhole! I’m your dirty, dripping cum whore..just fuck me harder! Knot me deeper!”

He lost it.

He yanked my legs up, hooked them over his shoulders, and fucked me.

Not slow.

Not teasing.

Fucked me.

Everything rocked. My screams echoed. My pussy squelched with every stroke as his knot swelled even bigger inside me, locking us together so brutally that I swore I could feel the ridge of it punching my cervix with every roll of his hips.

“Take it,” he growled. “Take all of Daddy’s knot. Milk it like the little cum-starved slut you are. I’m gonna come, and when I do, you’re gonna scream loud enough to wake the whole fucking estate.”

“Please, please, fuck, come in me, Daddy..I need it, I need your cum, I need to feel it, I want to feel every hot fucking drop-❞

My voice was wrecked. My pussy was worse. I was already split open, leaking everywhere, my legs were now folded up over his shoulders while he hovered above me.

Damon growled. His cock throbbed, twitching inside me, the thick base of his knot stretching me so wide my eyes rolled back. He hadn’t even started moving again.

He was just buried. His entire length locked inside me like he was the plug that kept me whole.

“You want Daddy to come in this filthy little hole?” he asked, voice rough with lust. His hand slid down to my belly, palm pressing over the curve like he was feeling the weight of what he already put inside me.

“You want more, kitten? Even when your pussy’s stuffed and your womb is already soaked? Even when you’re leaking with the last load I gave you?”

“Yes,” I gasped, breathless, sweat dripping down my face. “Yes, I want it. I need more. I’m still so empty. Please, Daddy. Please, give me more.”

“You were made for this. Look at this pussy. Look at how tight she grips me. She’s starving. She’s twitching. She’s begging to be bred again.”

I whimpered, back arching. His hand came up to cup my tits, both of them heavy and sore and leaking, milk beading from my nipples the second his thumb brushed over them. He groaned. Like every part of him was obsessed with what I’d become under him.

“You’re leaking milk,” he whispered, licking across my chest as his cock throbbed again. “You’re made to be fucked. Made to be filled. Made to feed my pups and take my seed until you forget your name and all you can do is moan for more.”

“Daddy, please,” I sobbed. “Please come. I want to feel it. I want it leaking out of me. I want it dripping down my ass and soaking everywhere. Please, please, give it to me.”

“You’ll take every drop,” he snarled. “You’ll lie there like a good little slut and let me pump you full again. You’ll moan when I fill your womb. You’ll smile when your belly swells. And you’ll beg for my cock the second I pull out.”

He thrust again.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “This cunt is so tight. So wet. So perfect. You were made for me, kitten. You were made to be my personal fuckhole. My Omega. My mate. My filthy little cock-sleeve. And now I’m going to come in you so hard you’ll be dripping for days.”

“Do it,” I begged, eyes wild. “Come in me, Daddy. Knot me. Bury it. Fill me up again.”

His hands gripped my hips. His face buried in my neck. His cock twitched violently.

And then he came.

Thick spurts of Alpha cum exploded into me like a goddamn fire hose. It was so much. So hot. So deep. I could feel it hitting my cervix. I could feel it leaking immediately, already struggling to be contained inside the tight seal of my cunt.

I screamed.

I screamed like I was being reborn. And he didn’t stop.

He kept coming.

He kept filling.

His cum pushed past the knot and down my thighs.

“You’re mine,” he growled into my neck. “And you are the mother of my pups. I can’t wait to have them in my arms”

And I whispered back with my eyes rolling,

“Yes, Daddy. I’m yours. Always. Fuck me again when it leaks out.”

And then he leaned in, voice low and dark and so calm it made my breath stutter.

“Let’s do BDSM, kitten.”

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“Let’s do BDSM, kitten.”

Everything inside me paused. Even my pussy. Even my thoughts. Even the cum still dripping from between my legs.

“Huh?” I blinked up at him, blinking rapidly like my brain needed to reboot. “Wait, BDSM? No. No, Damon. I’m scared. I’ve seen those videos. There were ropes. There were clamps. There were people hanging from ceilings and crying in leather and kneeling on tiles like they were auditioning to be furniture. I’m not ready to be a nightstand.”

He smirked. Of course he did. That terrifying Alpha smirk that meant he already knew I’d say yes.

“You’re no longer the innocent little girl that came here last summer,” he said, and I swear to God my pussy fluttered just hearing him say the word innocent like it was a memory I wasn’t allowed to have anymore.

“You’re mine now. My Omega. My mate. My good little slut. You beg for my cock. You scream when I knot you. You take every drop of cum I give you like it’s your fucking job. And now I’m going to teach you how to obey.”

I panicked.

Like, full-body Omega meltdown.

“Damon, wait-BDSM sounds scary. I don’t even know what half of the letters stand for. I only know the D is for Dom, and I thought that was just a hot mafia name.

“And the S might mean spanking, which, okay fine, but I’ve seen people tied up and blindfolded and gagged with, like, ropes and leather and zippers in places zippers should not be.

“I don’t even know if I like that. What if you tie me up and then forget I’m there? What if I get itchy and I can’t scratch it? What if I panic and start screaming and then the neighbor calls the cops and they find me with a spreader bar between my legs like I’m some kind of sex scarecrow?”

He leaned closer, his voice dark and slow and so calm it made my nipples hard.

“It’s not about pain, kitten,” he said, brushing his thumb across my lips. “It’s about control. It’s about trust. It’s about giving me everything your moans, your whimpers, your tears, your cunt. It’s about surrendering, completely. Letting me tie you down. Gag you. Spank you until you sob and then kiss your tears until you moan. Blindfold you and make you guess which part of your body I’m about to ruin with my mouth.”

I moaned. Audibly. And then I covered my face like a dramatic little whore.

He pulled my hands away.

“Want me to clamp your nipples until they ache?” he whispered. “Want me to chain your wrists above your head, leave you spread open, helpless, dripping, waiting? Want to feel me drag my tongue up your cunt and make you beg for permission to come?”

My mouth dropped open and stayed there.

I blinked up at him, red-faced and soaking, my clit throbbing so hard I wanted to cry.

“I don’t know,” I breathed, but it wasn’t convincing. Even I knew it wasn’t convincing. My pussy knew it wasn’t convincing because it was already leaking again.

“You’ll learn,” he said, and he sounded so sure, like he was already picturing me tied in silk, wrists bound to the bedframe, blindfolded, mouth gagged, cunt dripping, nipples stretched, legs wide, body squirming as he whispered filthy things in my ear.

“I talk too much,” I whimpered.

“I’ll gag you.” “I flail.”

“I’ll bind your wrists.”

“I’m not a good submissive.”

“You’re the perfect one.”

He brushed his hand between my legs. His fingers slid through the slick that had already started to pool again, soaking the

space between my thighs like my pussy was screaming to be used. He rubbed slowly, gently, filthily.

“You’re scared,” he whispered, kissing my jaw, “but you’re wet. That’s all I need to know.”

I shook. I melted. I moaned so loud I swore I woke the gods.

“What if I panic?”

“You say red,” he murmured. “Daddy stops. Always.”

“And what if I like it too much?”

His cock throbbed against me.

“Then I’ll ruin you.”

I came.

Just like that.

I came again. My cunt clenched. My body trembled. My mouth opened in a soundless moan as I fell apart on his knot with tears in my eyes and slick on my thighs.

“You’re ready,” he whispered.

And I whispered back,biting my lips.

“Then show me, Daddy. I want to be good.”

Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 235

~Lyra~

I know y’all might be wondering..like seriously wondering..”Oh my God, she’s pregnant now, so she should be taking it easy, right? Like soft kisses, no bouncing, no full-body trembling while a massive Alpha dick is buried inside her?”

Yeah… no. Hell no. Never!

You wanna sit there and tell me you don’t ride your husband or your man, or your baby daddy Alpha…while you’re pregnant?

“You don’t arch your back and beg him to go deeper just to feel how tight your pussy is while your belly’s already glowing from the last time he knotted you? You don’t cry when he takes it slow because your body is so hot and hormonal that you actually need him to break the bed again?

Because me? I am so horny I think I’m going insane.

Like not regular horny. Not oops-I-had-a-dream kind of horny. I mean full-on dripping, pussy-clenching, clit-throbbing heat kind of horny, and it’s made worse by the fact that Damon just blindfolded me and said he was taking me to the playroom.

And I didn’t even know there was a playroom in this house. I live here. I’ve crawled on the floor of his bedroom.

I’ve eaten cereal in the kitchen naked. I’ve slept with my legs open and my tits leaking all over his chest every night for the past month. And now suddenly there’s a sex room?

He’s leading me through a hallway I swear wasn’t there yesterday, one hand firm on my waist, the other gripping my wrist like he owns it..which he does.

I can’t see anything. My eyes are covered by this soft black silk he tied earlier, and my balance is already gone because my thighs are shaking and my pussy is embarrassingly wet. My nipples are so sensitive now.

“Damon,” I breathed, heart pounding, “when did you even build a playroom? Why do I feel like I’ve never seen this part of the house? And wait…was this built for that bitch!”

Yeah. I said it.

I don’t know why it came out of my mouth at that exact moment..maybe because I was blindfolded and being walked butt- naked into a secret sex dungeon that I had no idea existed in this house, and my brain was short-circuiting.

I mean, what else is new? I talk when I’m nervous. I talk when I’m turned on. I talk when I’m gagged. I just talk. And right now? I was doing all three.

But Damon didn’t even hesitate.

“Never,” he said behind me, low and dark. “I built this just for you. I knew this time would come.”

My breath caught in my throat.

My knees wobbled.

My pussy clenched.

“What?” I breathed, my voice already sounding fucked-out even though he hadn’t touched me properly yet. “What do you mean just for me?”

He kept guiding me forward..calm, completely in control..like he wasn’t dropping a nuclear bomb on my brain with every step we took.

“When did you build it?” I asked, already spiraling. “How long ago? Why didn’t I know about it? How the actual fuck did I not notice a whole-ass dungeon in this house? I live here. I know every room.

“Every corner. I’ve masturbated in your library..twice. I’ve sucked your dick in the garage. I literally bled on your sheets and cried about it for an hour while you licked it off my thighs and now you’re telling me there’s a secret room I’ve never seen?!”

“Shhh.”

He reached up and pressed two fingers to my lips.

And I didn’t hesitate.

I sucked.

I sucked his fingers into my mouth like they were his cock. My lips wrapped tight. My tongue swirled. I moaned. Like my throat was already warming up to be used.

His breath hitched behind me. I felt it. The tension in his body. The way he leaned into me like he wanted to bite down on my neck and growl through my skin.

“Fuck,” he hissed, voice raw and thick. “That was hot, kitten. And you talk too much.”

I couldn’t help it. I whimpered. Like a needy little slut. Because that voice? That tone? That Alpha growl straight into my ear? My pussy fluttered so hard I almost collapsed.

But I wasn’t done.

Oh no.

I kept talking. Because apparently, I can’t stop when I’m turned on and terrified at the same time.

“You’re telling me this room..this whole BDSM fantasy sex room..was built just for me? What if I don’t even like it? What if I panic? What if I cry? What if I come so hard I forget my name and then fall asleep tied to a bench with my ass in the air and the cleaning staff finds me like that and takes pictures?”

“You’re gonna love it,” he said. “Because I know your body better than you do.”

He pulled his fingers from my mouth with a slick pop and stepped behind me. I felt his hand wrap around my wrists, pulling them behind my back slowly.

He moved like he was unwrapping a present.only I was the present. His filthy little Omega toy. Knocked up. Blindfolded. Soaking wet. Nervous. Needy. And ready to be tied up like a doll he could play with for hours.

The leather cuffs were cold when they wrapped around my wrists. It was cold and smooth and tight. I felt the buckle.

I whimpered again. My tits were already leaking. I felt it..little beads of milk dripping down my skin as my breath came in short, hot pants.

“You don’t get to speak unless I want to hear your voice,” Damon said as he adjusted the cuffs. “You don’t get to beg unless I say you can. You don’t come unless I give you permission.”

“Wait,” I whimpered, voice trembling. “What if I mess up?”

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

“Then I’ll spank you,” he said. “I’ll gag you. I’ll spread you open and make you say sorry with your cunt.”