Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 248

The phone kept ringing.

And I tried. I really fucking tried to ignore it. I closed my eyes. I licked the side of his cock. I wrapped both hands around it and opened my mouth wider, desperate to shut it out, desperate to lose myself in the weight of him, the taste of him, the way his breathing changed when I flicked my tongue just right.

But it wouldn’t stop.

And I couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday.

Because yesterday he got a call.

A call he ignored.

And it’s been sitting in my chest ever since, gnawing at the back of my brain like something I’m not supposed to ask about. Something that felt wrong.

So I pulled back slowly, lips shiny, fingers still wrapped around his cock, and looked up at him.

"Go answer your phone, Damon," I said quietly, licking my lips and hating how needy I still sounded. "I’ll be here waiting."

His jaw clenched. His eyes burned into mine like I had just slapped him. And when he spoke, it wasn’t calm. It wasn’t teasing. It was that dark, growled command that made my pussy throb harder and my nipples leak like I was begging to be ruined.

"No, kitten," he said, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my mouth right back to his cock. "Fuck the call. Satisfy me."

"No, Daddy," I said, pulling back again and planting both hands on his thighs to keep myself from diving right back onto his cock like a starving animal. "Go answer your call first. I don’t like the way it’s been ringing like that. What if it’s important?"

He didn’t move.

His jaw ticked. His nostrils flared. His hand tightened in my hair like he was two seconds away from dragging my mouth back down to the base of him, consequences be damned.

I held my ground.

Barely.

"It rang yesterday too," I said, blinking up at him with wide, serious eyes. "And you didn’t call them back. I noticed. And now it’s ringing again, and I’m about to suck your cock, and I need to know that I’m not sucking you while the world is falling apart around us."

He grunted low in his throat, the sound deep and pissed and vibrating down into my cunt like he knew exactly what that voice did to me. But I didn’t let it break me.

"I’ll be good," I whispered, sliding my hand up the length of his cock slowly, deliberately, "but I want you focused. I want your head clear. I want your hands on me. I don’t want you half here and half somewhere else. So go handle it. Go check your phone. Then come back and use my throat like you promised."

He stared at me.

Breathing like a fucking beast.

"You’re lucky you’re carrying my pups," he muttered under his breath, standing slowly, cock still hard and glistening from my spit as he reached for the phone that wouldn’t stop ringing.

"And you’re lucky I don’t throw you over my knee for talking back right now."

I bit my lip to keep from smirking.

Because I knew I’d won.

Just a little.

And it felt powerful in a way that made my nipples leak and my stomach flip. I stayed on my knees, watching him walk across the room with his cock still hard. He picked up the phone, swiped it angrily, and answered with a growl in his voice.

"What."

He didn’t speak right away. But the shift in his energy was instant.

His eyes narrowed.

His breath slowed.

His jaw clenched like his teeth were grinding together behind it.

"What the hell do you mean that happened?"

He stepped forward, pacing around, dragging his hand through his hair like he was trying to physically pull the words out of his head.

His other hand tightened around the phone, knuckles white, and the way he said the next words made my heart start pounding in my chest.

"How?" he demanded, the word coming out like a growl. "No..no, don’t give me that.

I stayed perfectly still.

I didn’t blink. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t move a muscle.

I was still kneeling on the floor, still soaked between my legs, still aching for his cock, still leaking from my tits, still high off the way he’d growled bite Daddy’s dick..but that high was gone now.

It vanished the second his voice changed. The second his body shifted. The second I felt the pressure drop in the room and realized something had gone horribly wrong.

"What the fuck do you mean by my pack house is burnt to the ground?"

And just like that.

My whole body went cold.

"The pack house is gone? Burnt? How?"

My lips parted.

I couldn’t speak.

I couldn’t move.I wrapped both arms around my belly. I wasn’t just holding it for comfort, I was protecting it. I don’t know how else to explain it, but something about the way Damon’s voice changed,

If you were in my place, you’d feel it too. That crawling sensation under your skin that whispers danger is closer than you think.

And I don’t know what’s coming next but I feel it’s big.

So stay with me, because I have a feeling everything is about to change.

Find out what happens next in the next Chapter.