Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 47

~Lily~

I swear my heart almost fell right out of my chest when I walked in. Like literally dropped through the floorboards of the yacht and sank straight into the ocean, because the scene in front of me didn’t even look real.

Connor had his hand slammed against the wall beside Bella’s head, his shoulders tense, and Bella’s eyes were wild and red, and I could still feel the echo of her scream.

And me? Oh God. Me. I was frozen in the doorway like the world’s dumbest intruder, hair messy, shirt slipping down my shoulder, no bra on, and my lips parted like an idiot because I had no idea whether to run or stay or speak or drop dead.

“Connor…?” My own voice sounded so small, like it came from a different body, like I was a little kid calling for someone in the dark.

They both turned their heads toward me at the same time and that was somehow worse than if they’d ignored me.

Bella’s face was blotchy and wet, streaks of mascara under her eyes, her hands shaking like she wanted to throw the whole suitcase at my head.

Connor’s chest was rising and falling like he’d just fought off a pack of rogues, his jaw clenched, his hand still against the wall.

And I thought: Oh my God. What the hell did I just walk into?

My stomach knotted so fast I almost gagged. My brain started doing that thing it always does, running a hundred miles a minute in ten different directions. Should I say something? Should I back out? Should I act like I didn’t hear Bella screaming pedophile?

Should I pretend I just came to ask for water? No, that’s stupid, God, Lily, shut up. You can’t just stand here, but also you can’t move because if you move you’ll break whatever this awful glass bubble is and then everything will shatter.

My head wouldn’t shut up. Say something. No, don’t. Step back. No, you’ll look guilty. Don’t look at Connor. Oh God, you’re looking at Connor. Stop breathing so loud. She’s going to hear you breathing. She’s going to see you shaking. She’s going to know what you’re thinking.

I felt my wolf moving at the edges of my mind. He’s still yours. Look at him. Look at how he fills the room. Even now, even with her screaming, he’s claiming the air around you. Stop pretending you don’t want it.

“Shut up,” I mouthed silently, but my lips still moved and my breath still escaped, so it wasn’t really silent at all.

And Bella’s eyes flicked to me and narrowed, and I swear I could hear her thinking: She’s crazy.

It happened so fast, she lunged. I didn’t even have a second to brace myself before her hands were on me, shoving, clawing, jerking at the front of my dress like she wanted to peel my skin off.

“You fucking bitch!” she screamed, so loud my ears rang. “It’s all your fault! I would have never, ever invited you if I knew you were like this! You ruined me, you ruined him, you ruined everything!”

Her nails snagged in the fabric, and I heard it – the rip. The neckline of my dress split down the middle and the air hit my chest, and then there they were..my breasts spilling free, bare, bouncing out of torn fabric while I froze in horror.

“Oh my God!” I gasped, my hands flying too late to cover myself, my whole body burning red. My brain exploded with thoughts, tripping over themselves.

She ripped it. She actually ripped my cloth. My boobs are out. My actual boobs. In front of her. In front of Connor. Oh my. God. I want to die. No, I want to disappear. No, I want the floor to open up and swallow me. Why are my nipples hard? Why now? Stop, stop, stop.

Bella’s face twisted even more. “Look at you! Look at you standing there half naked like you don’t even care! You love this, don’t you? You sick, disgusting..”

“No!” I squealed, trying to hold the torn fabric together with both arms, but of course my hands fumbled and one breast slipped free again.

Connor looked at me – no, not just looked, stared – and I swear my whole body jolted like I’d been slapped. His eyes dragged down to my chest where my arms weren’t holding tight enough, and one breast had slipped free again, the peak hard and flushed, and I wanted to die but also l couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe.

And then–oh God–he licked his lips. Actually licked them, Slow. Like he was tasting something only he could see.

My stomach dropped straight to hell, my face caught fire, and my knees actually buckled so I had to grab the torn fabric tighter just to stay standing.

Pumpkin. Fuck. Mind link.

I gasped, my lips parting, my whole chest rising like I’d been yanked underwater. No. No, no, no, he’s not doing this now, not here, not in front of Bella..

Fuck your t**s, pumpkin.

I nearly squealed, my thighs snapping together, my arms fumbling against my chest. Stop it, stop it, stop it! Don’t say that in my head, don’t..

But my wolf was already rolling over inside me, tail high, laughing. You love it. Look at you, trembling, trying to cover yourself but not really. He’s claiming you in your mind while she screams in your ears. You can’t hide. You don’t even want to.

Drop the fabric, pumpkin. Let me see. I want to see those perfect t**s while she screams.

I whimpered under my breath, squeezing my eyes shut. Connor, stop. Please. Not here. Not in front of your daughter. This is…too much.

Too much? No, pumpkin. It’s never too much. You’re mine. Every inch of you. And I don’t care if she watches, I don’t care if the whole fucking world watches. I’ll still take you. I’ll still make you moan my name while she learns exactly who owns you.

My legs shook so hard I thought I might collapse right there in the doorway. I could feel the heat crawl all the way up my neck to my ears, the shame and the thrill tangling until I couldn’t tell which one was killing me faster.

“Stop,” I whispered out loud, my voice cracking, trembling. “Connor, stop.”

Bella’s eyes went wide, like she thought I was talking to myself again, like I was unraveling right in front of her. “Oh my God,” she spat, hands curling into fists. “Are you begging him in her head, isn’t she? You’re fucking disgusting!”

But Connor’s stare didn’t waver. He was still pressed against the wall, still burning holes into me.

Beg louder, pumpkin. Let her hear what you really want.

“Please, Connor,” I gasped, clutching the torn fabric tighter against my chest but shaking so hard it kept slipping. “Please, I need you, I can’t–oh God, I can’t stand here and not have you touch me. I need you so bad I’m going to break.”

The second it left me, I froze.

Bella’s face crumpled as she looked at us

“Oh my God,” she whispered, then screamed it louder, “Oh my fucking God! You’re actually begging him right here in front of me! You’re sick, Lily! You’re so sick!”

I wanted to die, to vanish, to fold into dust and blow out the window. My brain was spinning, every thought chasing the next: Why did you say that? Why did you let it out? She hates you, she’s going to kill you, she’s never going to forgive you. Oh my God, Connor heard it too. Oh my God, he wanted me to say it. Oh my God, he’s smiling, he’s actually..

And then I saw it. The corner of his mouth curving, slow, dark, dangerous, his eyes locked on me like I’d just done exactly what he wanted.

Good girl, his voice purred in my head, deep enough to make my knees buckle. That’s the sound I wanted. Let her hear you beg.

“I won’t stay here and witness this shit!”

And I swear I thought she meant it, thought she’d fling the door wide and run, and maybe then my heart would stop rattling in my chest like coins in a jar. But Connor spoke.

“You go nowhere, Bella.”

He grabbed me as we rushed outside. The lock clicked and Bella’s fists immediately started hammering the door. That’s when he shoved me..flat against the door, his chest pressing me there like I was his personal shield.

“What the fuck dad! Open this freaking door!”

And my brain? My brain wouldn’t shut up. God, Bella’s right there, she’s banging on the door, she can hear everything, she’s screaming Dad.

“Connor..stop, please, oh my God, she can hear..she’s right there, do you not care?” The words poured out of me, too fast, too many, but he didn’t even blink.

He lowered his mouth until his lips brushed my ear and murmured as he slowly dipped hin a fingers in my pussy. Fuck. “You wet naughty little girl.”

And it was like gasoline in my veins. My knees buckled. My heart screamed. Bella was still pounding. “Dad!! Let me out!!”

“Fuck daddy” I moaned as I bit my lips trying to control it.

“You like that, baby?”

“Yes,” I moaned, and oh God.

He chuckled against my neck.

“Shoot. You’re so wet for me.”

And I swear my whole body went molten. No, no, no, why did he have to say it like that? Why do I feel like my bones are melting and my skin is betraying me? Bella’s right there, banging on the other side of the door, screaming for him, for freedom, for me to stop this, and instead I’m pressed here gasping like some kind of addict.

“Connor,”

“Don’t talk like that, she can hear, she’s right there, she’s banging so hard the door’s shaking.

“You beg me to stop,” he murmured.

“But listen to yourself. You’re saying yes even when you’re trying to say no.”

And I hated it. I hated how true it was. My head shook, my mouth kept moving, because silence would have killed me.

“I don’t want this, I can’t want this, it’s wrong, it’s insane, it’s breaking me but yes, yes, oh God yes, I want it.”

“Baby, I’m going to break you apart with these fingers and watch you soak them with your juice” he muttered huskily.

Oh fuck. That husky voice of his..God, it wrecks me. Just hearing it makes me gush, makes me ache, like I’m some cursed fountain that won’t stop spilling every time he opens his mouth.

“And after that, we’re going to France.”

France? Fuck I can’t wait.