Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 236

She didn’t break eye contact. Not once. Her eyes stayed on mine, daring me to move, daring me to speak, daring me to lose control.

And I wanted to.

I wanted to grab her hair. I wanted to shove my cock in her mouth. I wanted to throw her on the floor and fuck her until she cried.

But I didn’t.

Because she told me not to.

Because her voice had shifted.

Because she was in control now.

And I wanted to see how far she’d take it.

When she finally got to my lower stomach, I stopped breathing. Her lips grazed the top of my groin, just above the base of my cock, and she kissed that skin like it was holy.

Like it was fucking precious. Her mouth didn’t touch my cock—not yet—but I could feel the heat from it. I could feel her breath brushing over the tip. I could feel her fingers tracing over my inner thighs, moving higher, higher, until I was shaking from restraint.

"Kitten," I warned, my voice tighter now. My muscles were straining. My thighs were spread. My cock was twitching so hard it was starting to throb.

And she looked up at me.

With those wide, innocent eyes and that mouth full of wickedness.

"Shhh, Daddy," she whispered again, biting her lip before she smiled. "Didn’t I say you talk too much?"

She looked up at me from between my spread thighs, hair wild, lips glossy, tits leaking down her belly, and that belly—fuck—it was so swollen and perfect. My pups were inside her.

And here she was, kneeling in front of me like she hadn’t already been fucked to the edge of oblivion, like she hadn’t already squirted and screamed and taken every drop I gave her.

She grinned.

"You’re a very naughty boy, Daddy," she said, tilting her head and dragging her fingers slowly down my thigh.

Her nails scratched lightly at my skin, not enough to hurt, just enough to make my muscles twitch beneath her.

"You sit here acting all powerful, but the second I shake my ass or touch your cock, you’re panting like a good little mutt in heat."

I growled, and she giggled like I was adorable.

"Oh, did that bother you? Did that get under your skin?" she asked, her tone high and mocking, like I wasn’t the Alpha here. Like I wasn’t the one who’d bred her raw.

"What happened to the big bad wolf? Hmm? Look at you now. Arms up. Legs spread. Cock twitching like it wants to beg."

She leaned in closer, pressing her tits softly against my inner thighs as she nuzzled her face closer to the base of my cock, still not touching it, still just breathing heat all around it like her mouth was made to torture.

"I could do anything I wanted to you right now," she whispered, licking the crease of my thigh so slow it made my cock jump. "You’d let me. You want me to. You’re dying to see what your little kitten’s gonna do next, aren’t you?"

I didn’t answer.

I couldn’t.

I was too busy trying not to cum from her fucking voice.

"You’ve had all the control, Daddy," she continued, mouth still inches from where I needed it. "You’ve pinned me. Fucked me. Made me scream. Made me leak. Made me yours."

Then she paused. Smiled. And whispered:

"But tonight? I own this cock."

My entire body shuddered.

She hadn’t even touched it yet—hadn’t even wrapped those sweet, sinful lips around me—and I was already fucking twitching, already fighting not to explode.

She was there, on her knees between my spread legs, belly curved, tits leaking milk onto the floor, her voice soaked in control like she’d been born to dominate me.

Then she licked her lips. Again.

And smiled.

That slow, dark, evil smile that told me she wasn’t just playing anymore.

She was plotting.

"Hmm," she hummed, tapping her finger against her chin while her eyes raked over my chest, my abs, my cock, my thighs. "I’ll need oil for this."

My brain stuttered.

Oil?

What the fuck did she need oil for?

"Stay right there, Daddy," she purred, standing up so slow it made my cock ache just watching her thighs flex. "Legs still spread. Arms still where they are. Don’t move an inch, baby. Not one."

Then she turned around.

And fucking walked away.

Swaying her hips like she had music in her bones. Her ass jiggled with every step, thick and slick and bouncing like she’d been trained in seduction by the Moon herself.

Her back arched. Her hair swung. And between her thighs, I could still see the shine of her wetness trickling down, proof that her little display was making her just as wet as I was desperate.

Fuck.

I couldn’t look away.

I couldn’t fucking breathe.

Oil?

She was going for oil?

The fuck was she planning?

My wolf started pacing again, snarling inside my head like he needed answers.

"She’s going to slick her hands and fuck our cock until we forget our name. She’s going to ride us with oil dripping down her thighs. She’s going to slide us in so deep the chair breaks."

"You should stop her. You won’t. You fucking love it. You love being hers. Look at you, Alpha. Obeying. Begging. Open. Waiting. Dripping."

I growled under my breath, but I didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

Because whatever she was about to do with that oil?

It was going to fucking wreck me.