Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 18

~Lily~

That was the moment my entire soul broke free and floated out of my body like well, bitch, this is where we die. I forgot how to breathe.

I forgot how to blink. I forgot how to function. My nipples hardened like traitors, poking straight through the fabric of my dress, and my thighs squeezed together so tight I almost whimpered.

Did he just say that?

Did he really just say that?

And why–why the actual fuck–did my Omega moan in my head like we were already on our knees?

“Oh fuck,” I said again, louder this time, because it was the only thing my mouth could manage. I had a vocabulary. I was educated.

I had read books. But in that moment, the only word I could think of was fuck. Because everything about this was wrong and hot and dangerous and forbidden and so stupidly tempting that I felt my whole body tremble.

“Thanks,” I said awkwardly, because what the fuck else was I supposed to say to I can’t stop staring at your t**s and ass? Write it in a thank–you card? Get it printed on a mug? Have it embroidered on a pillow? “That’s–uh–appreciated. I guess.”

He stepped closer. I didn’t move. My breath hitched. My back hit the dresser. My body betrayed me completely.

“You’ve got this look,” he murmured, eyes locked on my lips like he was already imagining them wrapped around his cock. “This perfect little Omega look. Like you don’t even know what kind of trouble you are.”

I blinked up at him, chest rising and falling so fast I thought I might pass out. “I know exactly what kind of trouble I am,” I said before I could stop myself. I just haven’t decided who’s brave enough to survive it.”

And I saw the way Jason’s entire expression shifted–his eyes darkened, his jaw tightened, and his lips curled like he had just been challenged.

And fuck, did he like it.

He stepped even closer, and now he was so close I could feel his breath on my cheek. My back was fully pressed to the dresser now. My chest was heaving.

My nipples were rock–hard and brushing the front of my dress with every single ragged breath I took. I was burning from the inside out. My thighs were trembling. My pussy was soaked. And Jason? He looked like he was about to ruin me just for fun.

“You think I can’t handle your kind of trouble?” he asked, voice so low and smooth it felt like it slid down my spine. “You think I can’t handle your body. You think I didn’t smell it on you back there? You’re wet, Lily. You’ve been wet since the second I walked up to you. And if your Alpha isn’t handling it, then fuck, I will.”

Oh my fucking God. Well technically I was wet for Connor not him.

I stopped breathing.

My entire body flushed so hot I thought I might spontaneously combust. I didn’t even move and yet my clit pulsed like I’d just been touched.

I could feel the heat radiating between my legs, sticky and needy and getting worse by the second. My skin felt too sensitive. My brain was somewhere on the floor, twitching and gasping for air.

And this man. This absolute problem in a half–buttoned shirt and chain necklace. He wasn’t stopping.

“You act all sweet and unsure,” he continued, eyes never leaving mine, his tone darkening with every word, “but I can tell what you really are. You’re a filthy little tease.

My lips parted.

No words came out.

Because how the fuck was I supposed to respond when my thighs were literally slick, and my Omega was howling like she was about to come just from words.

Jason smirked like he already had his answer.

“I’ll tell you what,” he said, leaning in even closer now, his voice barely a whisper against my ear.

“I’m not your mate. I’m not your Alpha. I’m not here to make promises. But if you want to be touched tonight, if you want to be filled and stretched and licked until your legs don’t work, then fuck, Lily… I will be everything you need until the sun comes up.”

I smirked.

Not a cute, flirty, innocent little smile. No. This was full–blown, slutty confidence. This was the kind of smirk that came from knowing exactly how wet I was and how fucking insane I was driving him.

I didn’t move.

I didn’t blink. I just looked right into his hungry eyes and tilted my head like I owned the room. Like I wasn’t dripping down my thighs. Like I wasn’t still aching from the last man who touched me and now seconds away from letting a brand–new one split me in half.

“You wanna fuck me, huh?” I said slowly, my voice dropping into that breathy, teasing register I didn’t even know I had until that moment.

“You wanna put your hands all over my t**s, squeeze them, grope them, bite them? You wanna bend me over and spank my ass until I’m crying your name like a little bitch in heat?”

Jason actually groaned. He looked at me like I had just kicked open the gates to hell and offered him a throne.

His whole body stiffened, and his hand slammed against the dresser beside my head, caging me in. I could feel the heat rolling off of him like a furnace.

“Fuck, Lily, yes,” he growled, his voice straining like he was physically holding himself back from destroying me.

“You think I haven’t been imagining it since the second I laid eyes on you? You think I don’t want to bend you over right now and fuck that perfect little pussy until you scream so loud they hear you from the other yacht?”

My breath hitched.

My thighs clenched again.

My whole body was on the verge of spontaneous combustion.

“You want me to take this dress off?” I whispered, dragging my fingertips slowly across my chest as I arched my back and let out the softest little whimper, just enough to tease him. “You want me bare? Naked? Right here? You want to see what’s making your cock twitch every time I breathe?”

“Fucking take your clothes off,” he snarled, his voice breaking with how badly he wanted it. “It’s just us.

“Just me and you. No one’s watching. No one’s stopping us. I don’t care if your Alpha claims you tomorrow..I want you tonight. Right now. I want to see what’s mine for now. I want to fuck you so hard you forget your own name.”

I gasped, my chest heaving. My nipples were aching. My clit was pulsing. I was shaking from the pressure of how badly I needed to be touched.

“You think I won’t?” I whispered, heart racing, my voice trembling just slightly but still laced with fire. “You think I won’t let you grab me, bend me, fill me just to shut me up?”

Jason’s hands moved to his belt like he couldn’t wait another second.

“My dick would divide your pussy, Lily,” he said, voice low and feral, dripping with raw, cocky hunger.

“I’ll ruin you. I’ll stretch you open so wide you’ll never forget me. I’ll fuck you so deep you’ll be sore for days. You think you can handle it?”

I was breathless. My legs were shaking. My whole body was a mess of want and need and tension. I couldn’t even pretend anymore.

And then he looked at me..eyes sharp, pupils blown wide, mouth twisted into a grin that made my pussy clench all over again.

“Have you seen my dick, Lily?” he asked, his voice dark and teasing, like he already knew the answer.

“Because if I show it to you, I’m not pulling back. You better be ready to take it. Every inch. No begging me to stop. No tapping out. Just me wrecking you until you’re crying and loving every fucking second.”

“All right, big boy,” I said, loud and clear, with my head tilted and my eyes locked on his, because I was done pretending to be shy, done acting like I didn’t want to drop to my knees and make him forget how to walk.

“Before I let you fuck me and I mean really fuck me, like full–on destroy my tight little pussy and make me forget how to spell my own name–I wanna see that dick. Show it to me, Jason. I’m not asking. I’m telling. Pull it out. I wanna see exactly what you’re working with before you put that thing anywhere near me.”

I was breathing hard, but my voice didn’t shake. My thighs were already slick, my nipples were still diamonds poking through my dress, and my Omega was moaning so loud in my head I could barely focus. My whole body felt like it was vibrating with heat, and I didn’t even care how obvious it was. But one thing I know is that I am gonna tease the fuck out of him.

And fuck me, he listened.

He didn’t argue. He didn’t smirk. He just looked at me with that cocky, dark, dominant expression like he’d been waiting for this very moment, like I had finally passed some unspoken test.

Then, without saying a single word, he undid his pants, yanked it down with the other, and oh my fucking God, the second they fell to his thighs, I saw the outline. And not just a little peek or some soft print hiding under fabric.

I’m talking full–blown monster dick stretching his briefs like it had no business being hidden in the first place. My breath caught in my throat. My knees actually buckled. I thought I was prepared. I wasn’t.

And then–then..he pulled his briefs down.

His cock sprawled out like it had a fucking personality. Like it had its own bank account and house and gym membership. Thick. Veiny. Rock‘ fucking hard. Red and swollen at the tip. Heavy enough to swing as it dropped out, and I swear I felt my soul float out of my body like, “Well, bitch, this is where we die.”

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t blink. I couldn’t move. I just stood there, back against the dresser, staring like he’d just pulled out a fucking sword.

“Is this the first time I’m seeing an actual dick and not in movies?” I asked out loud, not even meaning to. “Fuck yes it is.”

I didn’t even care how pathetic I sounded. I meant every damn word. I’d only ever seen them in shitty porn or those low–quality sss clips girls send each other in the group chat.

I’d fantasized about them. I’d dreamed about them. I’d imagined Connor’s so many times I thought

I could sketch it from memory. But this? This was real. And right in front of me. And so, so much bigger than anything I’d prepared myself for.

I was shaking. My legs were jelly. My pussy was dripping. And all I could do was breathe the dirtiest words I’d ever said in my life.

“Stroke your cock, Jason.”