Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 303

Lyra

"What is this, what the hell is this, what’s happening to me right now, why am I hearing this, why does it sound so real, why does it sound like him, why does it sound like Damon?"

My head was pounding, my chest was hurting, and my whole body was shaking because the sounds weren’t fading, they were getting louder, clearer, filthier, like somebody had turned the volume up just to torture me.

"Oh my God yes Damon fuck harder don’t stop please don’t stop I’m cumming Damon I’m cumming I’m cumming so hard I can’t stop oh God Damon!"

She was screaming his name like it was the only word she had left in her mouth, and every time she said it I felt like someone was stabbing me all over again, right in the heart, right in the lungs, right in the part of me that still wanted to believe he was mine.

"That’s it, come on my cock, baby, soak me with it, give me all of it because I want you messy, I want you ruined, I want you dripping down your thighs so I can lick every drop later. Fuck, this pussy is milking me so hard. You’re mine tonight, do you hear me? Mine."

And she screamed again, louder, almost choking on the sound. "Yes yes yes I am yours Damon oh God I am yours!"

And he growled right back at her, pounding harder, the bed cracking under the force. "Say it louder. Let me hear it break out of you. Tell me who is inside you. Tell me who owns you while I fuck this tight little cunt."

"It’s you Damon!" she wailed, her voice splitting. "It’s you it’s only you I am cumming so hard for you Damon oh God oh God I am cumming again I can’t stop you’re killing me you’re fucking killing me!"

And he snarled, every thrust harder than the last. "Good girl, scream it, let the whole damn house know whose cock is inside you, let the walls remember my name because I am not stopping until you pass out on this dick. Fuck you are perfect, you are taking me so deep, so fucking deep, I can feel your pussy clenching like it never wants to let me go."

I could not breathe.

I could not think.

I could not move.

All I could do was hear every single filthy word and every single scream, and it was killing me, it was tearing me apart piece by piece.

"No, no, no, no, stop it, stop it right now, stop saying his name, stop using it like that, stop moaning it like you own it because it’s not yours, it’s mine, it belongs to me, it’s supposed to be mine, do you hear me, you can’t take him from me, you can’t. I know it’s you Darren!

"You fucked up mother fucker! So this can’t be real, this is just my head playing sick games with me, this is just punishment for every mistake I’ve ever made, this is the Moon Goddess laughing at me because I dared to want him."

I was crying and I didn’t even know when it started, but the tears were burning hot down my cheeks and I couldn’t wipe them because my arms felt like lead, my legs felt broken, my body wouldn’t move, so I just lay there drowning in the sound of her screaming his name like it was hers.

"This is pain, this isn’t fair, this isn’t real, I can’t survive this, I can’t breathe with this, I can’t keep listening, why won’t it stop, why won’t it stop?"

And then it came out of me. Not me, not exactly. Something wild and furious and bigger than I ever knew lived inside me.

My wolf.

She was tearing through my throat before I even knew what was happening.

"I said fucking stop Darren! I am warning you!"

It was my voice but not my voice, it was my mouth but not my words, it was her, it was us, it was everything inside me breaking free at once, and for the first time the room went still.

And my head was still spinning, my chest was still heaving, my heart was still screaming, but for a moment, just one moment, the sounds stopped.

The sound stopped.

And oh my God, you don’t understand how insane that was, because one second I was lying here, choking on the wet slap-slap-slap of bodies colliding and her screaming his name like she was being baptized in fire, and the next it just vanished. Like someone ripped the plug out of the universe. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

And you’d think silence would be a relief after what I just heard, but no, it was worse, because silence means something is waiting, silence means someone is watching, silence means something is about to crawl out of the dark and eat me alive.

And then I heard it.

A laugh.

Not a normal laugh, oh no, not the kind where someone giggles because they tripped over a chair or because a joke was bad. No, this was a low, stretched-out, curling-at-the-edges laugh that sounded like nails dragging down a coffin. It wasn’t funny, it wasn’t warm, it was sick, it was wrong, and the worst part was that it was aimed at me. At me.

"Oh my sweet little kitten."