Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 324

"You can," Damon whispered against my ear. His hands were cupping my face, holding me together when I was falling apart. "Please don’t cry, kitten. You’re strong. You’re stronger than anyone. You can give me the rest. Give me everything. I’ve got you."

I was shaking, sobbing, screaming, but somehow nodding like a lunatic. "Okay, okay, okay! Fine! But Damon, listen to me..if I survive this, you are never touching me again. Never! I mean it, don’t come near me, don’t even breathe in my direction! Arghhhhhhhhhhh!"

"That’s it, kitten," his forehead pressed to mine. "Give me our pups. All of them. You’re doing perfect."

The doctor cut in, completely unfazed by my meltdown. "I see the head. Shoulders are almost out. One more push!"

"One more push?! Didn’t you just say three more? Do you people even know how to count?! Damon, if I die, I swear I’m haunting you forever! I’ll whisper in your ear all night about how stupid you are until you go insane!"

He growled louder, his eyes wet, his whole body shaking. "Don’t say that. You’re not dying. You’re mine. You’re breathing because I command it. Now push."

"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed until my throat tore. My vision blurred, my ears rang..

And then I heard it. Another cry. Louder. Stronger.

I collapsed back against the bed, sobbing so hard I could barely breathe. "Oh my God! That’s TWO! Damon! That’s two! Are you hearing this? We’re actually doing this! Two down, two to go, oh my Goddess, I’m going to pass out, someone bring me food, I can’t..oh no, here comes another one, Damon, I can feel it, I’m not ready, Damon I swear I’m divorcing you after this!"

I was panting so hard my chest was about to explode, sweat dripping down my face, tears in my eyes, my throat raw from screaming. Damon was hovering over me, kissing my face, holding my hand so tight it felt like he’d never let go, and then..oh my Goddess..you know what the psycho said?

"Fuck," he growled, his lips brushing my ear, his voice low and sinful even with blood and chaos everywhere. "I can’t wait to have you again, kitten."

I froze mid-scream, my eyes snapping wide open, my mouth hanging open. "You..you think this is funny?!" I shrieked, slapping his chest with what little strength I had left. "Fuck you, Damon! FUCK YOU!"

He smirked. Actually smirked. In the middle of me nearly dying. Like I wasn’t literally being torn open on this bed. That smug, maddening little twist of his lips like he owned me.

"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed again, because of course another contraction slammed into me.

My whole body convulsed, my nails digging into his arm, and then..oh my Goddess..another cry filled the room. One pup out.

I barely had time to breathe, barely had time to even look at Damon’s face breaking open with wild joy, before the next wave ripped through me—harder, hotter, faster.

"No no no no noooooo!" I wailed, thrashing against him. "Damon, I can’t! I can’t do it again, I’m done, I’m dead, I swear I’m dead!"

And then, three seconds later—another cry.

Back to back. Two pups. One after another, so fast I thought my body had just exploded.

I collapsed against the bed, sobbing hysterically, my whole chest shaking. "Oh my God, Damon! That’s four! FOUR!

"That’s four," he whispered.

He was crying into my hair, into my skin, his hands trembling as they cupped my face like I was holy, like I was the altar he was kneeling at. And before I could even blink, his lips were on me, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my eyelids, my mouth, frantic and desperate and worshipful all at once.

"Damon," I tried to say, but it came out as a moan, low and shaky, because no matter how much pain I was in, no matter how sweaty or bloody or wrecked I felt, his mouth on me was fire. His kisses weren’t careful, they weren’t soft, they were him — wild, obsessive, claiming me even while tears ran down his face.

"Oh my Goddess," I gasped, clutching his shirt, my body weak but still arching into him. "Damon, stop, you’re—ohh—" I moaned again when his lips trailed down my neck, salty with tears and sweat, hot with need.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes red, wet, but burning. "You gave me everything, kitten. You gave me life. You gave me four pups. I’ll never stop thanking you. Never." Then he kissed me again, deeper this time, until I was dizzy, until all I could do was moan into his mouth.

And in my head I was screaming at myself: You’re insane, Lyra! You just gave birth to four babies! You should be unconscious! You should be demanding food, or water, or sleep, but no..here you are moaning under Damon Thornvale because he can’t keep his lips off you for five seconds.

I was so exhausted, my body wrecked, but gods help me, I still moaned. I couldn’t stop it. My Alpha was kissing me like I had just saved the world, and maybe I had.

The pups were crying softly now, tiny little sounds that made my heart ache, and Damon pressed his forehead to mine, whispering, "They’re safe. You’re safe. We’re complete now, kitten."

I wanted to believe him. I really did. I wanted to close my eyes and sink into his arms, let the bond pull me under, let myself breathe.

But then the door creaked open.

And the doctor’s face drained of all color.

"Alpha... Luna..." he stammered, his voice trembling. "There’s something wrong."

Damon’s head snapped up. My blood ran cold, my heart seized, and I whispered, "What do you mean, wrong?"

The doctor’s hands shook as he looked at the pups. "One of them isn’t... breathing."