Ch. 36..40: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 36-40
Favorite Sin 36
Morning Seduction
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TWICE
My legs were sore. Like run–over–by–a–truck sore. Like holy–f*****g–Alpha sore. My thighs were shaking before even moved and there was this weird throbbing pressure between them like someone had crammed a
goddamn tree branch inside me and then left it there.
I wasn’t even fully awake yet.
And my first thought?
*****d my best friend’s dad”
“No. Wait. That wasn’t right.
I got f****d by my best friend’s dad”
I gasped, hand flying to my mouth like maybe that’d shut my brain up but it didn’t. It got louder.
We f****d. We did it. I finally tasted Damon f*****g Thornvale’s c**k.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
I felt it in my throat again. Like my mouth remembered. My tongue twitched like it could still taste him. Salty. Bitter. So f*****g huge I gagged like a virgin w***e and he’d loved it.
“f**k,” I whispered, eyes darting around.
Where the hell even was I?
There was blood on the white bedsheet. That could mean only one thing. He took my virginity.
Yes!!! Finally!!
c*m was on my thighs.
Scratch marks on the wall.
One pillow was torn.
The other had teeth marks in it.
I sat up and immediately moaned.
“Shitshitshitshitshit..my p***y,” I hissed, biting my lip, legs falling open without permission. Ow. f**k. Holy s**t. I felt like I’d been split open. Like he’d rearranged my insides and now they were his.
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And you know what?
He had.
I could still feel it. Him. Deep inside. Still warm. Still leaking out of me slow and hot like my p***y was mourning the loss of his knot.
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I groaned as I turned to the other side to find him still sleeping. And his c**k. f**k. It was begging me to suck
it.
Okay..
Okayokayokay.
Deep breaths Lyra.
Because this was about to be the stupidest, horniest, most irresponsible thing I’ve ever done in my entire eighteen years of living and I didn’t even f*****g care. Not even a little.
Not when he was lying there like that.
Not when his monster cock..was just sitting there all thick and heavy and veiny and mine, twitching slightly
against his thigh like it was waiting for me to stop being a little b***h and take it.
I bit my lip so hard it stung.
Because f**k me, he looked like a god.
Like he could break the whole world and still make me crawl back to him begging for more.
My best friend’s dad.
My Alpha Daddy.
And I was about to suck him awake like the desperate little c*m–drunk w***e he turned me into.
I swallowed hard.
Then peeled the sheets down slowly, careful not to wake him just yet. My fingers trembled. My thighs
twitched. My whole body was already vibrating with heat and hunger, my wolf purring inside me like a
satisfied little b***h who wanted more.
And there it was.
His c**k.
Hard now.
Fully.
Like it knew.
Thick. Long. Angry–looking. The kind of c**k that didn’t just ruin you..it owned you. The kind of c**k that left
bruises on your throat and memories in your womb.
There was still c*m on it.
Dry at the base. Slick at the tip.
It glistened under the early morning light and my p***y clenched just looking at it.
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“Holy f**k,” I whispered, licking my lips like I was starving. “Okay, girl. You sucked it before. You can suck it again. You want to suck it again.”
My heart was pounding.
But my body?
She already knew what to do,
I slid under the sheets, inch by inch, until I was face–to–face with his c**k, my breath hitting the tip before my mouth ever did.
God. It smelled like him,
Like s*x.
Like blood.
Like Alpha.
And I moaned.
Low.
Hungry.
Then I licked it.
Just the tip.
A slow, teasing swirl of my tongue around the swollen head, tasting the salt and the sin and the power and
moaning like it was the first meal I’d ever f*****g had.
He twitched.
Grunted.
I froze.
Waited.
Then sucked again..harder this time..pulling his tip into my mouth with a filthy little pop that made me drip between my thighs.
“Good morning, Daddy,” I whispered against his c**k, my lips dragging over the ridge as I slowly took more of
him into my mouth. “Did you miss me?”
He twitched again.
His abs flexed.
And then.
A low, dangerous growl rumbled through the mattress beneath me.
“Lyra.!”
His voice was raw. Deep. Hoarse from sleep. Half snarl, half groan.
I looked up..mouth still full..and our eyes locked.
Oh f**k.
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His eyes were glowing.
Amber. Wild. Still half wolf.
And I moaned again.
Because he looked starved.
“Just woke up,” I mumbled around his c**k, swirling my tongue like a filthy little b***h in heat. “Wanted to taste you again.”
He sat up so fast the sheet flew off the bed.
And then I was on my back.
Just like that.
My head hit the pillow, my legs flew open, and he was between them.
“Greedy little thing,” he growled, voice low and full of morning gravel. “Didn’t get enough last night, huh?”
I was panting.
Squirming.
******g soaking the sheets again.
My whole body was buzzing like I was about to explode.
“I missed your c**k,” I moaned, grinding up against him shamelessly. “I woke up wet. Still leaking. Still aching.
I thought maybe if I sucked you, I could go back to sleep but..fuck..look at me. I’m a mess, Daddy.”
He grabbed my face.
Not gently.
Fingers tight around my jaw, eyes burning into mine like he wanted to f*****g eat me alive.
“You think I don’t know?” he snarled, dragging his c**k along my soaked slit. “I can smell you. You’ve been dripping since you opened your eyes. You want me to breed you again, baby?”
I gasped.
Whimpered.
Nodded like a desperate little slut.
“Yes–please–f**k, yes–I need it..”
He slammed inside me so fast I screamed.
No warning.
No mercy.
Just c**k.
Thick. Deep. Claiming.
I cried out as my p***y stretched around him again, still sore from last night, still sensitive, still soaked.
“You gonna take it like a good girl?” he growled against my throat, teeth scraping my bite mark. “You gonna
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let me ruin this tight liffle cur again?”
Planee–jee–f–yes–do it–da itagain.”
He laughed
Dark
Dangerous.
Then he nipped me over and slammed into me from behind, one hand tangled in my hair, the other gripping my hip so tight I knew I’d have bruises later.
“Loud little slut,” he snarled, pounding into me like he owned me. “Waking me up with your mouth on my c***. What am I gonna do with you, baby?”
That’s what he growled.
Right into my ear.
Right before his c**k slammed so deep inside me I nearly bit the damn pillow.
My whole body jerked.
My eyes rolled back so hard I saw nothing but stars and white.
The slap of his hips against my ass echoed through the room like thunder. His hand was tight in my hair, yanking my head back, my neck arched, drool already leaking from the corner of my mouth as he used my
body like it was his f*****g toy.
“You like waking me up like that?” he hissed, slamming in again, deeper this time, like he was trying to split
me in half. “With your filthy little mouth wrapped around my c**k?”
“Y–yes,” I sobbed, back arching, hands clawing at the sheets that were already soaked in blood and c*m and whatever shame I used to have. “I just–I needed it–I needed you again, Daddy-”
My voice cracked because his c**k hit that spot.
That spot.
That stupid little bundle of nerves deep inside me that turned my brain to mush and made my thighs shake
uncontrollably.
“f*****g hell,” he growled, his grip on my hip bruising, his thrusts so rough I was sliding up the bed with every
one. “You’re soaked. You’re f*****g dripping.”
“I know–I know–f**k–I woke up like that–I tried to stop thinking about you but–f**k–I couldn’t-”
I was babbling.
Crying.
Whimpering.
Because my p***y was soaking his c**k. Every time he pulled back, I could hear it. That filthy little squelch like my body didn’t want to let him go. Like my cunt had already decided he was the only thing it would ever take again.
“You ruined me,” I choked out, sobbing into the pillow as he bent over my back, teeth dragging down my
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spine. You f*****g ruined me, Daddy‘
He didn’t stop.
His c**k drove into me with brutal rhythm, every thrust shoving the air out of my lungs.
“I meant to,” he snarled, tongue licking my shoulder before he sank his teeth into the spot just below my bite mark. “You think I’d let you walk around with this tight little p***y and not make it mine? You think I’d let
anyone else touch what belongs to me?”
I screamed.
i wasn’t even moaning anymore–I was full–on sobbing, choking on every sound because the stretch was so
deep, so f*****g brutal, like he was f*****g my soul.
And my p***y loved it.
She loved it.
She pulsed around him like she was hugging him, dragging him back in every time he tried to pull out.
“I can feel you clenching,” he groaned, hips smacking hard, sweat dripping onto my back as he moved over
me like a beast. “You gonna c*m already? Huh? You that f*****g desperate for me?”
I nodded.
Frantically.
Sobbing against the sheets.
“Y–yes..please..don’t stop..don’t ever stop..fuck me..break me..”
He grabbed my wrists.
Yanked them behind my back.
And held them there.
Just one big f*****g hand pinning both wrists like I was nothing, like I was his personal little fuckdoll and this
was his duty.
“Say it again,” he growled. “Say what you are.”
“I’m..fuck..I’m yours,” I gasped, my voice barely more than a wrecked, broken whimper. “Your slut. Your b***h.
Your tight little cumdump. Anything you want. Just..don’t stop..Daddy, please-”
He lost it.
He snapped.
His c**k slammed in so deep I saw black. My legs shook violently. My p***y convulsed around him, gushing,
soaking his c**k, the sheets, my thighs, everything.
I came.
So f*****g hard I screamed.
And he didn’t stop.
He f****d me through it, still gripping my wrists, his e**k brutal and thick and angry inside me like he owned every inch of my cunt.
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And he did.
Because I wasn’t just wet anymore..
I was his.
Every hole.
Every sound.
Every bruise.
Every drop of blood on the sheets and c*m dripping from my thighs–his.
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“Gonna fill you again,” he snarled into my ear, tongue dragging over my sweat–soaked skin. “You gonna take Daddy’s knot like a good little b***h this time? Or you gonna scream again while it stretches that tight p***y open?”
I was panting.
Wrecked.
Eyes wide, mouth open, trembling.
But I nodded.
“Loud little slut.”
That’s what he growled.
Right into my ear.
Right before his c**k slammed so deep inside me I nearly bit the damn pillow.
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My eyes rolled back so hard I saw nothing but stars and white.
The slap of his hips against my ass echoed through the room like thunder. His hand was tight in my hair, yanking my head back, my neck arched, drool already leaking from the corner of my mouth as he used my body like it was his f*****g toy.
“You like waking me up like that?” he hissed, slamming in again, deeper this time, like he was trying to split me in half. “With your filthy little mouth wrapped around my c**k?”
“Y–yes,” I sobbed, back arching, hands clawing at the sheets that were already soaked in blood and c*m and whatever shame I used to have. “I just–I needed it–I needed you again, Daddy-”
My voice cracked because his c**k hit that spot.
That spot.
That stupid little bundle of nerves deep inside me that turned my brain to mush and made my thighs shake
uncontrollably.
******g hell,” he growled, his grip on my hip bruising, his thrusts so rough I was sliding up the bed with every
one. “You’re soaked. You’re f*****g dripping.”
“I know–I know–f**k–I woke up like that–I tried to stop thinking about you but–f**k–I couldn’t-”
I was babbling.
Crying.
Whimpering.
Because my p***y was soaking his c**k. Every time he pulled back, I could hear it. That filthy little squelch like my body didn’t want to let him go. Like my cunt had already decided he was the only thing it would ever take again.
“You ruined me,” I choked out, sobbing into the pillow as he bent over my back, teeth dragging down my
spine. “You f*****g ruined me, Daddy.”
He didn’t stop.
His c**k drove into me with brutal rhythm, every thrust shoving the air out of my lungs.
“I meant to,” he snarled, tongue licking my shoulder before he sank his teeth into the spot just below my bite
mark. “You think I’d let you walk around with this tight little p***y and not make it mine? You think I’d let
anyone else touch what belongs to me?”
I screamed.
I wasn’t even moaning anymore–I was full–on sobbing, choking on every sound because the stretch was so deep, so f*****g brutal, like he was f*****g my soul.
And my p***y loved it.
She loved it.
She pulsed around him like she was hugging him, dragging him back in every time he tried to pull out.
* can feel you clenching, he groaned, hips smacking hard, sweat dripping onto my back as he moved over
me like a beast. “You gonna c’m already? Huh? You that f*****g desperate for me?”
I nodded.
Frantically.
Sobbing against the sheets.
Y–yes–please–don’t stop–don’t ever stop–f**k me–break me-”
He grabbed my wrists.
Yanked them behind my back.
And held them there.
Just one big f*****g hand pinning both wrists like I was nothing, like I was his personal little fuckdoll and this
was his duty.
“Say it again,” he growled. “Say what you are.”
“I’m–f**k–I’m yours,” I gasped, my voice barely more than a wrecked, broken whimper. “Your slut. Your b***h. Your tight little cumdump. Anything you want. Just–don’t stop–Daddy, please-”
He lost it.
He snapped.
His c**k slammed in so deep I saw black. My legs shook violently. My p***y convulsed around him, gushing,
soaking his c**k, the sheets, my thighs, everything.
I came.
So f*****g hard I screamed.
And he didn’t stop.
He f****d me through it, still gripping my wrists/his c**k brutal and thick and angry inside me like he owned every inch of my cunt.
And he did.
Because I wasn’t just wet anymore.
I was his.
Every hole.
Every sound.
Every bruise.
Every drop of blood on the sheets and c*m dripping from my thighs–his.
“Gonna fill you again,” he snarled into my ear, tongue dragging over my sweat–soaked skin. “You gonna take Daddy’s knot like a good little b***h this time? Or you gonna scream again while it stretches that tight p***у open?”
I was panting..
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Wrecked.
Eyes wide, mouth open, trembling..
But I nodded.
Frantically.
Desperately.
“Yes–yes–yes, please–I want it–I want it–breed me, Daddy–breed me again..”
I was sobbing beneath him, begging with my whole body, because I could already feel the pressure building at the base of his c**k; swelling thicker, stretching harder, like my p***y was about to get locked the f**k down again.
And then it happened.
The knot.
The f*****g knot.
It started pressing into me–slow but angry–so swollen it made my breath catch in my throat and my legs shake so hard my toes curled in the sheets.
I could feel it against my entrance, stretching me open, dragging along my already torn walls like my p***y wasn’t even ready. But it didn’t f*****g matter, because he was going to take it anyway.
I screamed.
Not a cute scream either. No, this was a full–body–shaking, throat–cracking, animal f*****g sound, as his c**k shoved forward deeper, pressing that knot into me with such brute force that my entire pelvis ached and my p***y fought to keep up.
“Daddy. Daddy, it’s too much,” I sobbed into the pillow. My arms limp. My back arched. My whole body twitching as his hands grabbed my hips and held me steady like I was his personal little cumhole, and he was going to stuff me whether I could handle it or not.
“You can take it,” he growled into my ear; voice cracked, feral, proud. His breath hot against my neck as he slammed forward again. “You’ll take Daddy’s knot like the good little b***h you are.”
And then, with one brutal push, it popped in.
I gasped.
I screamed again.
My whole world exploded.
My cunt convulsed so violently it nearly knocked the air out of me, as that massive knot locked into place deep inside my walls, dragging a fresh gush of slick out of me and soaking his c**k, my thighs, the sheets-
everything.
I came.
Hard.
So hard I squirted again, juice shooting from my p***y like a fountain as my vision went white and my toes curled and my tongue lolled out of my mouth, like I couldn’t even pretend to be human anymore.
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I was a mess.
A panting, sobbing, whimpering fucktoy, pinned to the bed by Daddy’s c**k and his knot and his weight–and I
loved it. I f*****g loved it.
He held me there. Ground his hips forward. Once. Twice. Just to shove that knot deeper.
And I could feel every inch pulsing, stretching my walls tighter, while my p***y clamped down like it never wanted to let go.
“You feel that?” he groaned, voice low and dark and dripping with possession. “Feel how full you are, baby?
Daddy’s not done with you yet.”
And then he started to c*m.
Hot.
Thick.
Like a goddamn volcano erupting inside my womb. I could feel every pump flood me, every pulse of his c**k
send another stream of hot seed crashing into my insides.
And there was nowhere for it to go–it was trapped by the knot, locked in, held down, stuffing my body until I
could feel it bubbling up inside me.
It hurt.
It stretched.
It filled me so much I couldn’t think.
But my p***y took it.
She f*****g drank it like it was the last thing she’d ever be fed, and I sobbed into the sheets because it was so
much. I could feel his c*m leaking around the base of his c**k, soaking my thighs, dripping out thick and
warm and endless.
My stomach ached with how full I was.
I couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t move.
Couldn’t stop clenching.
“Daddy,” I whimpered, voice barely audible. “I’m so full. I can’t–I can’t take anymore.”
“Yes you can,” he growled, biting my neck. His fangs dragging over the raw, swollen mark he left last night.
You’re made to take it. This p***y belongs to me now, doesn’t it, baby?”
I nodded furiously, my face still buried in the sheets, tears mixing with drool as he f****d another pulse of
c*m inside me.
“It’s yours,” I gasped. “It’s all yours, Daddy. My p***y. My throat. My womb. It’s all yours.”
And he groaned like that pushed him over the edge again.
He thrust forward again, grinding that knot in just a little deeper. His c**k throbbing. His chest heaving. against my back while I trembled and shook and leaked around him like my body didn’t know how to function
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He collapsed on top of me. Breathing hard. Arms wrapped around my waist. Mouth kissing the side of my face while I blinked through the blur of exhaustion and aftershocks.
I couldn’t speak.
Couldn’t even process.
I was just lying there. Twitching. As his knot kept us locked. His seed still leaking from me like I was marked
from the inside out.
I don’t even know how long we stayed like that.
Minutes, maybe.
Or hours.
My brain was floating somewhere between Heaven and Hell when I finally felt his lips press to my cheek and his fingers push my hair back–like I was something precious, even while he was still buried to the hilt inside my ruined little cunt.
“You did so good, baby,” he whispered, voice soft now. Low and proud. “Daddy’s proud of his girl.”
And I was about to say something–maybe something stupid like I want you to f**k my throat next, or put me
in the shower and do it all over again, or maybe even I think I love you.
But I didn’t get the chance.
Because right then.
Right as I opened my mouth.
Right as my body trembled again around his knot.
We heard it.
A voice.
High.
Familiar.
“Daddy?”
Then a beat.
She called out again.
This time she was closer.
“Lyra?!”
“I’m home.”
My whole body turned to ice.
My eyes went wide.
His c**k was still inside me.
We were still f*****g locked.
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Still tied.
Still soaked in blood and c*m and f**k.
“Holy. Shit.” I breathed.
My brain stuttered.
I didn’t even know where to look..at the door, at him, at the mess we were in. I wanted to cover myself. I
wanted to run. I wanted to disappear into the f*****g floor, but I couldn’t move.
I was still tied to him.
Still stuffed with c*m.
Still whimpering like his toy.
And then I heard it again.
“Daddy?”
“Lyra?”
Her voice came closer.
Footsteps now.
******g footsteps.
My mouth opened but nothing came out. I was frozen. A knot inside and a bomb outside. My entire body clenched around him again involuntarily and I whimpered, “Damon… what the f**k do we do?”
His eyes snapped open.
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“Stay still,” he growled, voice suddenly so quiet and deadly it made me shiver. “Don’t say a f*****g word. Don’t
even breathe too loud.”
The door handle rattled.
I gasped. “Tasha can’t see me like this. Damon, please. I still have your f*****g knot inside me.”
And that’s when we heard it.
The doorknob turning.
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“I should’ve bent you over the table that first night,” I snarled against her ear, hips slamming into her from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other bruising her hip.
“Should’ve stuffed this tight little cunt full of Daddy’s c**k while Tasha was upstairs painting her f*****g
nails.”
Lyra sobbed into the pillow.
Not from pain.
From the way her body was losing control again, the way she was shaking like a livewire, her p***y practically sucking me in deeper like it was starved. Like this wasn’t the first time I f****d her like a monster.
Like it wouldn’t be the last.
“Why aren’t you stopping, Damon?” she whimpered, fingers clawing at the bedsheets like they owed her something. Her back arched into me, ass bouncing with every thrust, voice cracking. “Why..oh fuck..why won’t you stop..your daughter’s outside..my best friend is outside..”
I should’ve stopped when she said it.
When her voice cracked beneath me, stuffed full of c**k and shame, and she sobbed into the sheets.
“Your daughter’s behind that door… my best friend is behind the door…”
That should’ve been my f*****g line.
My moment of restraint.
My sanity check.
But it wasn’t.
It was the trigger.
The thing that snapped the last thread of control inside me.
Because hearing her say that..my daughter’s best friend..while her p***y was choking my c**k, while her body was dripping with my c*m, while her ass was bouncing off my hips with every thrust.
It made me lose my f*****g mind.
“You think I care about that?” I hissed, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back so I could see
her face. Ruined. Drenched. Beautiful.
“You think I give a single f**k that you used to sit on the couch with her? That you braided each other’s hair and painted your f*****g nails?”
My c**k slammed in deeper.
She screamed.
“I don’t f*****g care.”
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“I should,” I growled, slamming forward again so hard the bed jerked beneath us, sheets soaked with sweat and slick and blood and everything I’d done to her body. “But I don’t. Because the only thing I see right now is a tight little cunt that was made for me.”
“But..I am her best friend..
“Okay? And so f*****g what,” I spat. “Now you’re mine.”
She choked on her moan.
I bent over her back, my chest slick against her spine, teeth dragging across her shoulder as my hand snaked down to grab her throat, tilting her face so I could whisper filth straight into her ear.
“I always wanted you, Lyra. Always. From the moment you walked into my house wearing that little school skirt like you didn’t know what the f**k you were doing to me.”
She whimpered, hands fisting the sheets like she could anchor herself there.
“You’re legal now,” I snarled. “And that means I can f**k you any goddamn way I want.”
Slap.
I spanked her. Hard. Right on the curve of her ass.
She jolted. Screamed.
And her p***y f*****g clenched around me like it agreed.
“You like that?” I hissed. “You like Daddy treating you like a f**k toy while your best friend is outside the door?
“Y–yes,” she sobbed. “Oh god, Damon–yes–I can’t stop–I don’t want to stop..”
“You’re not going to,” I growled. “Because I’m not done with you.”
“Daddy!” Tasha’s voice rang through the hallway, closer now. “Are you in there?!”
“Damon–f**k–she’s going to hear us–please-“Lyra whimpered, face red, sweat dripping from her temples as her legs started to give out beneath her.
I didn’t stop.
I f****d her harder.
Held her down with both hands on her hips now, pounding into her like my c**k was trying to carve its shape into her spine.
My knot had begun to swell–thick and brutal–pushing at the mouth of her p***y like it was ready to lock us together again.
“You’re going to take it,” I groaned. “Every inch. Every f*****g throb. Every ounce of c*m I pump into this greedy little hole.”
She sobbed into the pillow. “I’m already so full–Daddy–I can feel it–it’s leaking out–it’s too much-”
“You’ll f*****g take it.”
My voice wasn’t human anymore.
It was growled.
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Dragged from the pit of my stomach.
A snarl soaked in obsession.
I didn’t care that she was crying.
Didn’t care that she was trembling.
Didn’t care that her cunt was red, raw, soaked in every last drop of c*m I’d already spilled inside her.
She was still mine.
And she was still going to take more.
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“You think this p***y gets to say no to me?” I hissed, driving forward again until my c**k ground against the
deepest part of her, the knot pressing harder against her opening. “You think this wrecked little hole gets to decide when it’s done being ruined?”
She whimpered into the sheets, trying to speak, but her voice broke into a moan the second I reached up and
grabbed her jaw, forcing her head back, making her look at me over her shoulder.
Tears on her cheeks.
Drool down her chin.
Eyes glassy.
So f*****g ruined.
So f*****g perfect.
“Look at you,” I growled. “f****d stupid. Stuffed full. Tongue hanging out like a b***h in heat.”
She moaned louder. “D–Daddy..please..”
“Don’t you f*****g beg,” I snarled, leaning in until my lips grazed her ear, breath hot, body heavy against her back. “You don’t beg. You submit. There’s a difference.”
My hand slid down. Grabbed her throat. Not gentle.
“I don’t want your pretty little whimpers. I want your obedience.”
Her p***y clenched.
So f*****g tight.
And I felt it.
That twitch.
That flutter.
That silent confession her cunt made without permission.
“You want Daddy to stop?” I whispered. “Or do you want me to ruin you so hard that every time you walk into your best friend’s room, you’ll still feel me dripping down your thighs?”
She sobbed.
Then nodded.
Desperate. Shaking. Eyes wild.
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“I want it,” she choked. “I want your knot–I want your c*m–I want you to break me. Please, Daddy–please–1
want to be f****d till I forget my own name..”
I groaned, deep and sharp, hips jerking forward with violent force.
Her body snapped beneath me, toes curling, back arching, mouth wide as her p***y pulsed again–milking my c**k, swallowing the pressure of the knot trying to wedge into her.
“You feel that?” I growled, slamming forward. “That’s me f*****g branding you from the inside out.”
Slap.
I spanked her clit.
She screamed.
“You’re gonna take my knot,” I hissed. “Like a good little flesh–sleeve. Like the dripping, broken, used–up girl I’ve turned you into. You’re not even Lyra anymore. You’re just my fuckhole now.”
Her eyes rolled back.
“Just a hot, twitching cunt for me to plug and fill and ruin whenever the f**k I feel like it.”
Pop.
The knot shoved in.
She screamed.
Not like a girl.
Not even like a human.
Like a thing.
A broken, c**k–drunk, moaning thing with no thoughts left except how to keep from passing out.
And I didn’t stop.
Didn’t stop talking.
“You feel that stretch?” I whispered against her neck, tongue licking the sweat there like I owned her skin.” That’s your womb screaming. That’s your insides begging me to let go.”
And I did.
I came.
Like a f*****g beast.
My c**k throbbed, pulsed, exploded inside her–wave after wave of thick, burning–hot c*m crashing into her like a flood meant to drown every last memory of who she was before I took her.
And she broke.
”
“Oh my god..Damon..fuck..Daddy..” she sobbed, voice cracking as the pressure made her convulse again, her thighs shaking uncontrollably, p***y spasming like it was trying to keep up with how much I was pumping
into her.
I held her by the throat.
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Caught
Bent over her back.
Still groaning.
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“You’re going to f*****g leak for days,” I whispered. “You’ll be walking around with my load dripping out of you in front of everyone. And they won’t even know. But you will. Every step you take, you’ll feel my seed soaking your panties.”
I licked her ear.
“And you’ll think of this moment. When you were still tied to your best friend’s dad and you f*****g loved it.”
She was whimpering now.
Shaking.
Gone.
And then.
Click.
The door began to turn.
“Oh f**k,” Lyra gasped, eyes snapping open, body stiff in panic. “Damon..Damon..she’s coming in. I still have your f*****g knot inside me..”
I moved.
Snatched her up.
Still locked.
Still dripping.
Still buried so deep in her p***y that the pressure made us both moan when I lifted her.
We crashed into the closet.
I slammed the door.
Darkness swallowed us whole.
My hand clamped over her mouth.
Her p***y twitched around my knot again.
And I smiled in the dark.
Because the bedroom door creaked open.
And my daughter walked in.
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BOOM.
The door burst open like it had been kicked in, the sound ricocheting through the walls, shaking the closet
door behind me
Lyra gasped in my arms, nails digging into my shoulders, her whole body trembling, still f*****g locked to my c**k. Her p***y twitched, still holding the knot, my c*m leaking down the inside of her thighs like cream from
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a broken pastry.
We didn’t move.
Couldn’t.
I was still inside her.
Still throbbing.
Still dripping.
Still so f*****g deep I could feel the echo of her pulse in my c**k.
Outside the closet, her voice rang out..
“WHAT THE f**k?!”
Tasha.
Her sneakers slapped the wooden floor as she stormed into the room, and then.
Silence.
Breathing.
A long, sick, awful pause.
“Oh my god.”
The panic cracked through her voice like lightning.
“Wh–what is..what is this?”
She moved.
Running toward the bed.
And then I heard it.
The sound of her gasp.
The shuffle of sheets.
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“Why is there blood?” she whispered..no, choked..like the sight had yanked the breath out of her lungs. “Why
is the bed like this..oh my god–what the fuck…Daddy?!”
Lyra whimpered.
Her whole body jerked.
And I could fee! her panic seeping through her sweat–slicked skin.
“Damon…“she breathed. “She’s going to see. She’s going to see us..”
I held her tighter.
Pressed her trembling body into my chest.
My c**k still locked inside her.
Her cunt still stretching, gripping, soaking my knot in a slow, sinful pulse.
I could smell her.
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Her arousal.
My c*m.
The blood.
The sweat.
Tasha’s voice snapped again..it was louder now.
“Daddy! Where are you?! Are you okay?! Are you hurt?! Whose blood is this?!”
“I’m gonna call you now,” she said..
And just like that, her footsteps began to fade.
One after another.
Away from the room.
Away from the blood–soaked bed.
Away from the closet she was inches from opening.
I didn’t even blink.
Just listened.
To the click of her phone.
The slam of the front door.
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She collapsed against me the second the front door slammed.
Not like she relaxed.
Like she broke.
Her body just… folded.
She was shaking.
My knot was still buried deep inside her..throbbing, swelling..locked so tight her p***y pulsed around it like it was still trying to adjust to the invasion.
“Holy s**t,” she whispered.
Barely audible.
“Holy f*****g shit..Damon..I can’t..I can’t believe that just..”
She lifted her head for a second.
Eyes wide.
Mouth trembling.
Then she dropped it back to my chest with a whimper like her bones gave up on trying to hold her up.
“Was she in here? Was she actually in here? Like she–she opened the door–she was so f*****g close–oh my god–oh my god..
She clutched at me suddenly.
Fingers digging into my chest.
Nails dragging over my skin like she was trying to anchor herself to something real.
“She was gonna see me–she was gonna see me like this–with your c**k still–f**k–Damon I still have your knot in me–what the f**k is wrong with me?!”
Her whole body shook around me again.
And my c**k twitched.
Not out of guilt.
Out of hunger.
Because hearing her panic while she was still impaled on my knot, while my c*m was leaking out of her, while her p***y was fluttering around me like it still wanted more–it was driving me insane.
I could feel it.
The tight squeeze.
The slick
heat.
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The way her inner walls kept milking me like her body hadn’t figured out the moment was over.
“I shouldn’t have done this,” she gasped. “I can’t believe I–I let you–I let you f**k me while she was outside–l let you do this to me..”
She pulled back just enough to look up at me.
And f**k, her eyes were glassy.
Her lips were swollen.
Her cheeks streaked in sweat and tears.
There was a smear of my c*m on her jaw from when I’d grabbed her face.
“I can’t believe I liked it,” she whispered.
And there it was.
The truth.
She sobbed again, hands trembling against my chest, her voice breaking:
“Damon, I–I was scared but I couldn’t stop..I was moaning while she was in the room.,I could feel your c**k
throbbing inside me while she was calling your name–what the f**k is wrong with me-”
I grinned.
I couldn’t help it.
Because she said it like it was a question.
Like she was waiting for me to tell her what she was now.
And I would.
But not yet.
“Nothing’s wrong with you,” I murmured, stroking her hip. “You’re just honest now.”
She stared up at me, trembling.
Her mouth opened–like she wanted to argue.
But then my knot shifted inside her.
And she gasped.
Her p***y spasmed.
She slapped a hand over her mouth like she could silence the sound that ripped from her chest.
“I–f**k–why does it still feel so good?” she whimpered. “Why–why won’t my body stop-”
“Because I’m still inside you,” I said, curling my hand around the back of her neck. “Because your p***y knows who it belongs to now. Doesn’t it?”
She whimpered.
Didn’t answer.
So I ground my hips once.
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Her moan shattered against my chest.
And I whispered..
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“Say it,” my voice thick with sweat and possession, my c**k still knotted deep inside her dripping cunt, her body trembling in my lap like she couldn’t figure out whether to cry or beg or come again.
She looked up at me with wide, red–stained eyes, lips parted, chest heaving, her entire body slick with the
aftermath of everything I had done to her. Her breath hitched like her lungs forgot how to work, and her voice
cracked when she asked,
“Say what?”
I didn’t answer at first. I didn’t need to. I just stared at her–at the way her thighs were still wrapped around
my waist, at the way my c*m kept leaking from where we were still locked together, at the way her p***y kept
twitching every time she inhaled like it was still clinging to me even now, desperate and stretched, swollen
and used.
She was ruined. Mine. And not just in the way her cunt was still swollen around my knot, but in the way her mouth trembled when she looked at me. The way her entire body responded to the weight of my voice like I’d
carved myself into her bones.
I cupped the back of her neck and pressed my lips to her ear, low, so she couldn’t mistake what I was saying.
“The reason we’re in this closet isn’t because I was scared. f**k it. I wanted her to see me f*****g you. I
wanted her to open that door and see my c**k buried so deep inside her best friend that she’d never be able
to look at you again without knowing how you sounded when you screamed my name.”
She froze in my arms, her hands still weak against my chest, breath trembling.
“But I hid because of you,” I said, nipping her earlobe. “Because you value that friendship. Because you love her as your best friend”
“That’s the only reason. Not because I gave a f**k about what she might think. Not because I was ashamed.
But because you needed me to protect the last fragile piece of your life. So I did.”
Her lips opened. A shaky breath escaped her. Her voice sounded broken when she tried to answer, but
nothing came out. Just a whimper.
I pulled back and looked her straight in the eye, knot still pulsing inside her, still holding us together like a
seal.
My c*m was still dripping out, hot and thick, smeared between our bodies in glistening threads, and her cunt kept squeezing around me like it was still processing what I’d done to it.
“You’ve never been f****d in a closet before, have you?” I asked, smiling darkly as I dragged my thumb across her wet lower lip.
She shook her head slowly, shame/coloring her face as her eyes welled again. “You took my virginity, Damon, So no. No, I haven’t been f****d anywhere else.”
I groaned low, the sound vibrating in my throat as I rolled my hips just enough to press the knot against the most swollen part of her cunt, She gasped, her thighs twitching, the last bit of control in her slipping with another helpless moan.
“Then let me make this a memory you’ll never forget.”
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I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her..slow, deep, and filthy..while her p***y clenched around me like it. belonged to me, and we both knew we weren’t leaving that closet until I made her come one more time.
I kissed her slowly at first. Not soft. Not sweet. Just slow. Deep. Like I had all the time in the f*****g world to
consume her.
Her mouth was already open before mine met hers. She was breathing heavy. Lips swollen. Chin damp from
tears and drool. Her breath caught the second our mouths touched, but I didn’t pull back. I pressed in harder.
My tongue slid into her mouth and she whimpered, her hands instinctively grabbing at my shoulders again
like she didn’t know where else to hold. I swallowed the sound, groaned into her lips, and kissed her deeper.
I didn’t let her pull away. I kissed her like I was starving. Like she was the only thing that could feed me.
Our mouths slid together in wet, messy rhythm, tongues tangling as she moaned again, softer this time, the
panic fading into something more dangerous. Something wetter. Hungrier.
While my mouth kept devouring hers, my hand moved–slow–down her spine to the curve of her ass. I
grabbed it. Full palm.
Fingers digging into the soft flesh, claiming it. Her whole body twitched in my lap as I squeezed her cheek, grinding her harder down against my lap, pushing my knot deeper inside her swollen p***y.
She gasped into my mouth and I took advantage of it. I bit her lower lip. Not enough to break skin. Just enough to make her tremble.
My other hand slid up between us, palm dragging up her belly, knuckles brushing the slick trail of my c*m still running down her skin, until I reached her t**s.
Her n*****s were already hard. Aching. Her chest lifted into my palm like her body didn’t know how to resist
anymore.
I cupped one breast and rolled her n****e between my fingers as I kissed her deeper, rougher, hungrier. She moaned again–louder this time–into my mouth, her whole body shuddering in my hands.
I groaned, still kissing her, grinding my c**k into her with slow, deliberate pressure. Her p***y squeezed me again. Hot. Tight.
Clenching around my knot like it wanted to pull me deeper. I kissed her until she couldn’t think. Until her hands fisted my shoulders and her breath broke into sharp whines between kisses.
pulled back just enough to speak, my lips still brushing hers. “You feel how tight your little p***y’s hugging me right now?”
She blinked up at me, dazed, trembling. “I can’t stop. It keeps doing it on its own–f**k-”
now,
I smiled. I kissed her again..slower now, dragging my tongue along hers–and squeezed both of her t**s at once, forcing a moan out of her throat so deep she choked on it.
“Because your body knows who owns it now,” I said, biting her lip as I spoke. “You’re still knotted, still full of my c*m, and your cunt still wants more. You were made for this.”
She whimpered.
I didn’t stop.
I kissed her again–longer this time. Sloppler, I licked into her mouth like I was trying to taste the breath she
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hadn’t caught yet. My hands were everywhere–palming her ass, squeezing her t**s, dragging my nails down her spine until she arched against me.
Her moans vibrated into my throat.
And my c**k twitched again.
Still buried.
Still locked.
Still holding her like she was mine.
And f**k, she was.
She was still shaking when I finally let her mouth go.
I didn’t speak for a moment.
Just held her.
Let her breathe.
Let her process the fact that she was still tied to the man who had just f****d her harder than any memory she’d ever be able to erase.
Then I shifted.
My hips moved just a little.
And with a thick, wet pop, my knot finally slipped free of her swollen, dripping p***y.
She gasped.
I grabbed her chin gently and tilted her face back toward mine.
“You’re going out first,” I said. My voice was low. Firm. Steady in a way hers wasn’t yet. “Go to the bathroom. Clean yourself up. Change if you can. Whatever you do..don’t let her see your face like this.”
Lyra blinked.
Her bottom lip trembled.
I brushed my hand down her arm. “Go. You’re strong enough now.”
She didn’t argue.
She slowly pulled herself off my lap, wincing as the flood of c*m smeared further down her thighs. She grabbed a shirt hanging on a hook beside us..mine..and pulled it over herself, fingers fumbling.
And then she stepped out of the closet.
I watched her walk.
Watched her leave and I couldn’t help but mutter
“Damon you’re totally f****d”
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Okay.
Okay, walk normal.
Just walk f*****g normal, Lyra.
One foot in front of the other. That’s all it is. You’ve been doing this since, like, birth. Just… move.
Don’t limp.
Don’t clutch the wall like you just got wrecked in a closet by your best friend’s dad.
Even though that’s exactly what the f**k just happened.
f**k.
I could still feel it.
His knot had finally popped free but oh my god, my p***y was still so stretched. So sore. So used. I felt
ruined.
Like he’d turned my cunt into a sleeve that only fit his c**k now. Like I couldn’t close my legs properly. Like my
body hadn’t realized the s*x was over.
I was leaking.
Leaking.
I could feel his c*m sliding down the inside of my thigh with every. single. step.
It was hot.
Wet.
Sticky.
f*****g endless.
Like his c**k hadn’t just knotted me, but claimed my womb and decided to stay.
wasn’t wearing panties. I couldn’t. I tried to put them back on after he told me to clean up and leave first,
but they stuck. Literally got stuck to my slit. Because there was so much of him inside me I couldn’t even
close.
And yeah, I grabbed his shirt.
So now I was barefoot, walking down the hallway in Damon f*****g Thornvale’s black button–down, no bra,
t**s aching, thighs trembling, and his c*m dripping down my legs like a slutty trail marking every step I took
I looked like I’d been f****d raw.
Which I had.
Oh my god.
He knotted me.
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Like actually knotted me. Like some possessive, feral, psycho Alpha Daddy -wait. That’s exactly what he is.
That’s literally what just happened. I got knotted by my best friend’s dad like some fucktoy in heat and now
I’m waddling down the hallway like I gave birth to a bear.
What the f**k is wrong with me.
Why do I feel so full?
My p***y was aching. My clit was throbbing. My entire lower body felt like it had been put in a blender set to ‘ orgasm‘ and left on overnight.
And my brain?
Yeah.
Gone.
Dead.
Fried.
All I could think about was the way he’d looked at me while I was falling apart around his c**k. That lazy, cruel smirk on his face. The way he whispered “you’re mine now” while his knot locked in place and I
screamed into his chest.
f**k.
f**k. f**k. f**k.
My thighs were literally sticking together.
I felt like a s*x crime walking.
Like if someone saw me right now, they’d call the police.
Hell, maybe they should.
Because I had just let my best friend’s dad shove me in a closet, strip me naked, make me come on his tongue, finger me until I forgot my name, then slam into my virgin p***y until I screamed so loud we almost got caught.
And then he knotted me.
He bred me.
I mean.
WHAT THE ACTUAL f**k.
Who does that? Who lives through that and just walks to their room like they’re normal?
Me, apparently.
I snuck past the living room. Didn’t even look to see if Tasha was there. If she saw me now? I’d die. No, like, actually collapse and shrivel into a horny little corpse and die.
Because how the f**k do you look your best friend in the face when you know her dad’s c*m is still dripping out of you?
You don’t.
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You walk faster.
+6 Points >
You clench every muscle in your body and hope to the Moon Goddess that no more c*m slides out before you
reach your door.
And when you finally reach your room, you slam the door, lock it, press your back to it, and just–breathe.
Or try to.
I was panting.
Like I’d run a f*****g marathon.
Or survived a war.
Or got ruined in a closet and walked out still throbbing.
Which, again, I did.
I got f****d in a closet by my best friend’s dad.
And I f*****g liked it.
No.
Worse.
I f*****g loved it.
I was almost there.
Just a few more steps and I’d be in my room. I’d crawl into bed, press my face into a pillow, scream silently, maybe cry, maybe masturbate to the memory of his c**k stretching me open like I was made for it–no,
definitely not. Maybe.
Shut up, brain.
I just needed to get to the door without dripping another fat glob of his c*m on the floor like some untrained
b***h in heat.
Because that’s what I felt like.
A dripping, ruined, slutty little..
“b***h, where the f**k were you?”
I froze.
Literally.
Stopped breathing.
My heart punched straight through my chest and faceplanted on the floor.
No.
No no no.
That didn’t just happen.
Tell me that didn’t just..
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I turned my head.
Slow.
Trembling.
And there she was.
Tasha.
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Standing at the end of the hall, hair in a messy ponytail, holding a cup of cereal in one hand and glaring at
me like I’d just returned from robbing a bank.
“Hello?” she waved the cereal spoon. “I’ve been calling you. Where the f**k did you disappear to?”
My mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
My p***y pulsed.
I was still leaking.
My thighs were glued together.
His shirt was hanging off my shoulders like a confession. Oversized. Black. Probably still smelled like his
sweat.
Oh my f*****g God.
I opened my mouth again, hoping a miracle would fall out, but my brain was doing that static thing. The one where it just screamed f**k f**k f**k in all caps on repeat like a broken slut radio.
“Were you with someone?” she narrowed her eyes suddenly, stepping forward like a predator sniffing out a secret. “Why are you–wait, is that my dad’s shirt?”
Boom.
That was it.
Heart officially stopped.
Game over.
Lyra.exe has crashed.
I tried to smile.
It came out like a seizure.
“Oh, I–I spilled something on my top I croaked. “So he..uh..he gave me this to wear. It’s just a shirt, nothing weird, I was in the laundry room, swear..”
“You didn’t answer your phone.”
My hand instinctively gripped the door handle behind me.
Her eyes dropped to my
thighs/
Oh f**k.
Ch f**k.
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Was there c*m? Was it on my leg? Could she see it?
Was there a shiny trail down my f*****g leg right now?
+8 Points >
I squeezed my thighs together like that would hide anything, but the second I did, a warm, wet slide slipped
lower and I knew. I knew.
Her eyes squinted.
“Why are you walking like that?” she asked, suddenly suspicious. “You’re limping.”
“I’m not limping!”
“Lyra, are you sick or something?”
b***h I’m full of your dad’s c**k.
I shook my head.
Too fast.
“Nope! I’m fine! Just period cramps! You know–feminine pain and agony and all that horror! Definitely not
closet s*x with your father, ha–ha!”
I didn’t say that last part out loud.
At least I hope I didn’t.
She blinked.
I yanked the door open.
“Gotta go!” I blurted. “Gonna cry into my hot water bottle and bleed to death like a responsible adult woman!”
And I slammed the door shut behind me.
Dead silence.
Then.
“f*****g weirdo,” I heard her mutter through the door.
My knees buckled.
I collapsed against the inside of the door, heart pounding like it was trying to jump out of my chest and
the crime scene.
escape
Holy.
f*****g.
S**t.
I almost died.
I almost died.
She looked at my legs.
She saw the shirt.
She smelled the air, probably. Knew something was off. And I was standing there with a raw, leaking cunt full
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of her dad’s c*m like some twisted porn version of “meet the family.”
Oh my God.
I was not going to survive this.
There was no way.
+ Pouts
My best friend almost saw the proof of what her dad did to me dripping down my thighs, and I still had his
shirt on, still had his c*m inside me, still couldn’t f*****g think straight.
I dropped to my knees on the floor.
Pressed my forehead to the carpet.
Tried to scream into it.
Nothing came out but a choked gasp and a strangled whimper.
Because I wasn’t just ruined – I was wrecked.
Mentally. Emotionally. Vaginally. Spiritually. Every -ly you could think of.
And I had just managed to crawl toward my bed like a war victim when-
Knock. Knock. Knock.
No.
No no no.
froze.
Again.
This time on all fours.
And then I heard her voice.
“Lyra? Hey, have you seen my dad?”
My soul left my f*****g body.
She was right outside my door again.
Like Satan herself had respawned.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for him,” she said through the door, her voice a little lighter now, but there was a faint twinge of concern. “I hope he’s okay. Cause I went in
to get his charger and, like… I saw blood on his
bedsheets.”
b***h THAT WAS MY BLOOD YOUR FATHER TOOK MY VIRGINITY.
Okay. I didn’t say that out loud.
I just lay there, face smashed into the carpet, still oozing, heart dead, and somehow my p***y clenched again like it remembered the moment and wanted to applaud.
“Hmm,” I said finally, scrambling for sanity. “When I came in last night, I noticed he wasn’t around. So…I don’t know, Tasha. Maybe he went out?”
Please believe me,
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Please f**k off.
Please never open this door.
She didn’t leave.
Of course she didn’t leave.
Because she was Tasha. And guess what? She opened the door too.
“Yeah Tasha, I have to tell you something cause I don’t like keeping things” I muttered sharply.
“I didn’t like that you let me leave that party all by myself while f*****g six f*****g men.”
SIX.
f*****g.
MEN.
“I won’t lie I felt really bad”
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“I know, right? Six men“!she whined dramatically. “Like, I wonder how I’m still able to walk and not in a f*****g
wheelchair.”
“Oh my God, is your v****a not hurting?”
“Come on, b***h!” she laughed. “Get over it!! I’ll definitely tell you all about it.”
“No. No thank you,” I groaned, pulling a pillow over my face. “Hell no. I saw it. I don’t wanna know.”
“Oh, dear Lyra,” she said in that singsong voice. “What you saw was nothing.”
I could hear the smirk in her voice.
But then.
Silence.
Just for a second.
And then.
“Wait…” she said slowly. “Is that a mark?”
My whole body went cold.
She saw it.
My neck.
f**k.
I slapped a hand to it but it was too late.
She’d already seen the edge of it through the gap in Damon’s shirt. The one I’d buttoned in a panic and
missed that one little spot.
She reached forward.
Her fingers were about to touch it.
“Is that like–what even is:–”
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“Tasha, you’re back.”
His voice.
Deep. Cold. Alpha as f**k.
I turned so fast I almost dislocated my neck.
There he was.
At the end of the hall.
Damon.
Shirtless. Hair messy. A f*****g bruise on his chest from where I bit him. He was holding his phone in one hand like he’d just stepped out of a goddamn war room.
His eyes flicked straight to me.
Then to Tasha.
Then back to me.
My heart nearly exploded.
He stepped forward.
“You’re in big trouble, young lady.”