Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 51

The next morning when I woke up… I woke up with a cock in my pussy.

Haha. Gotcha. I didn’t.

What I did wake up with was a throbbing in my head so bad it felt like someone had played football with my skull all night. And nausea. Like full–body, gut–twisting, fuck–why–am–l–alive nausea. My mouth was dry. My skin was clammy. My nipples were sensitive. And my stomach was doing this slow–motion tumble like I’d swallowed acid and shame at the same time.

I groaned, pressing my palm against my forehead like that would stop the spinning. “What the fuck is happening to my body?”

I didn’t sound cute. I sounded like death warmed up in a microwave.

I blinked and looked around the room slowly–trying to piece everything back together. The sheets were twisted. My thighs were sticky. My pussy was sore in that aching, pulsing, you–got–destroyed–last–night kind of way. I felt like someone had played me like a damn instrument.

And the worst part?

I liked it.

No–scratch that–I loved it. My body loved it so much it was punishing me for stopping. The heat was still there. A low hum beneath my skin. My thighs twitched. My nipples pebbled under the sheets. And between my legs, I swear, there was this soft, greedy throb like my cunt was whining: More, please. I wasn’t finished.

I covered my face with both hands and let out a half–laugh, half–sob. “God. I’m going to hell.”

“Hey, pumpkin. You’re awake.”

That was the first thing I heard.

That deep, stupidly sexy voice that always sounded like he was about to fuck me or scold me, and somehow both turned me on.

I blinked my eyes open slowly, confused and groggy and already blushing because the first thing I noticed was that I was completely naked and my body still smelled like sex.

My thighs were sticking together. My nipples were hard. And Connor was standing there at the foot of the bed, shirtless, smirking, arms folded like some hot–ass villain who knew damn well what he did to me.

“You look so fucking sexy when you sleep,” he murmured, eyes dragging down my body like he was about to climb back into bed and ruin me all over again.

I grinned, stretched like a cat, and bit my lip. “Wanna fuck me again, Daddy?”

But I didn’t stop there. Oh no. I was feeling myself. Still drunk on the way he’d manhandled me last night. Still sore in all the right places. Still stupidly cock–hungry even though my thighs were shaking just from existing.

So I arched my back a little more, letting the sheet slip lower down my chest, just enough for one nipple to peek out. Like an accident. But not really. My inner slut knew exactly what she was doing.

“Daddy…” I purred again, voice syrupy sweet and wicked as sin. “Your cock misses me, doesn’t it? Look at it. It’s already hard. Why is it hard if you weren’t planning on stuffing it back inside me first thing this morning?”

Connor’s jaw twitched. His eyes dropped to where the blanket had fallen, and oh my God. That look. That look. Like he was one second away from climbing back in bed and bending me over the nearest pillow.

I grinned, throwing more fuel on the fire. “You said I looked sexy when I sleep. I bet you were watching me, huh? I bet you were imagining sliding back into me while I was still half–asleep and drooling.

Maybe even holding my throat and telling me to be quiet because your ex–wife might walk in again. “I giggled like the absolute menace I am. “I would’ve moaned, Daddy. Loud. Just to make her jealous.”

His fingers flexed on his thigh. His breathing changed. I knew I had him.

So I kept going. Because I’m reckless. And my pussy? She has no survival instinct.

“Or maybe you wanted to wake me up with your tongue, hmm?” I licked my lips slow. “I’ve been dreaming about that. You down there, sucking on my clit while I’m barely awake. Me squirming. Gasping. And you saying ‘Good morning, baby. Open wider for Daddy.” I rolled onto my side and let the blanket fall even lower. “You wanna lick your cum out of me, don’t you? I can still feel it inside. So thick. So warm. My body’s greedy, Daddy. It didn’t waste a drop.”

Connor didn’t move for a second. He just stared–like he was debating between punishing me or fucking me senseless. Honestly? I’d take both. Gladly.

But then he shook his head, like he was snapping out of a trance, and exhaled with a half–smile that tried to be stern but failed.

“I wanna fuck you, pumpkin,” he growled but then his facial expression turned more serious.

“But I need to tell you something first. It’s important.”

And that’s when the tone changed.

My teasing froze mid–smirk. I blinked at him.

“Important?

He shook his head slowly.

And then he hit me with it.

“I was going through your phone and found out something. You’re pregnant pumpkin”

For like a full five seconds, I just stared at him. Silent. Stunned. Processing. Rebooting. And then- oh God. Oh my God. It hit me.

I burst out laughing.

I mean laughing–full–blown, stomach–clutching, half–screaming laughter. Like someone just told me the funniest fucking joke on Earth. I threw my head back and laughed so hard I actually snorted. Twice.

“HAHAHAHAHA–oh my God, STOP! You’re kidding! YOU’RE–oh my God–YOU’RE SERIOUS?!”

I clutched the sheet to my chest and kept giggling like I’d lost my damn mind.

“You–HA! You just said–I’m sorry–pregnant?! Like… like with a baby? Me?!”

I wheezed. Literally wheezed.

“Shut up! Oh my God, I can’t breathe! My stomach hurts! My abs..do I even have abs? Wait, are you for real right now? Because…” I snorted again, tears prickling my eyes. “Oh my God, I Connor! You can’t just drop a bomb like that and expect me to act normal, I had dick in me like multiple times last night. My body hasn’t even recalibrated yet!”

Connor just sat there, letting me unravel like a fucking cartoon character. That smug little smirk tugging at his mouth like he knew I was about to implode.

“Stop looking at me like that!” I giggled louder, kicking my legs under the blanket like a crazy person. “Oh my God. Oh my God. I can’t. I can’t. PREGNANT?!”

I laughed so hard I almost fell off the damn bed.

Then I suddenly paused. Mid–giggle. Blinked.

And squinted at him like my soul just stopped spinning.

“Wait.”

Pause.

“Are you… actually serious?”

“You’re late, baby.”

I froze.

He said it so casual. So quiet. Like it was just a fact. Like it wasn’t a nuclear bomb being dropped directly into my uterus.

I blinked at him. “Late? Late to what? Oh my God. Did we miss brunch? Are you telling me I missed a mimosa just to find out I’m pregnant?!”

He smirked a little, the asshole. “No, pumpkin. You’re late.” His eyes dragged down to my belly.“ Your cycle. Your heat ended. You were due. And nothing came. You didn’t notice?”

My jaw dropped. My soul left my body. I swear my brain did a full reboot.

“No–no no no no no, don’t do that”

He didn’t even flinch.

“Check your phone,” he said simply, like he already knew what I was about to see. “You track it. I saw the app. Red icon.”

I stared at him like he’d just read my diary out loud.

Then I dove for my phone like it was a weapon that could clear my name in court.

“Give me that! No. There’s no way. There’s..there’s just no fucking way…”

I opened the app.

And froze.

The little glowing notification at the top blinked in blood red letters: “5 days LATE.

I started laughing again, the kind of nervous laugh that comes when your brain can’t decide whether to scream or cry. “No, no, no, no,” I said between breaths. “This can’t be happening. It’s just stress right? Yeah I’m just stressed”

I threw the blanket off and got up from the bed, pacing in small circles. My whole body felt raw and strange. I pressed a shaking hand against my stomach, trying to convince myself it was all just a bad dream. “This isn’t real. I don’t want this, Connor. I can’t.”

He stood there, confused and a little wounded. “Don’t you want to have my kids?” he asked quietly, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

That question stopped me. For a heartbeat, I couldn’t even look at him. My throat tightened, my eyes burned, and when I finally found my voice again, it came out as a shout.

“No!”

“No!”

He froze.

“I don’t want it! No! Connor. No! I don’t want kids!”

And the room went silent. Damn.