Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 57

~Lily~

“This is unbelievable,” I whispered, my voice shaking just as badly as my body. “I have a mate. Stay away from me.”

I stepped back slowly. One arm crossed over my chest. My nipples were still hard. Still exposed. Still aching like they hadn’t gotten the message that this was wrong. And the worst part? They weren’t begging for my mate. They were begging for him.

He looked down again, right at my chest, and the second he did, I felt it in every cell of my body. That sound he made–oh my God–it wasn’t a growl. It was a snarl.

“Don’t cover them,” he said. He took one step forward, and it was like the air shifted. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

I tried to step back again, but the wall was already there. I could feel it against my skin.

“You’re not mine,” I said. I tried to sound firm, but the words felt like they betrayed me. Even my voice didn’t believe them.

“No?” His voice was so low I felt it more than I heard it. “Then why is your scent all over the room?”

“Because you made me wet,” I snapped, gripping for something to hold onto. Anything. “That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Doesn’t it?“.

“Because I’m hard as fuck right now, and your wolf just called me her mate. You really think this is just about sex?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. He stepped right up to me. No distance. No space. No oxygen. Just heat. Pressure. Him.

His fingers brushed along my arm like he had every right to touch me. They didn’t stop until they were under my chin, lifting my face. My eyes met his. My breath caught. My heart went wild.

“You think I’m here because you’re wet?”

“You think this is just heat?”

He leaned in. So close. His mouth was right there, hovering over mine, and I could smell him. His scent made my body react in ways I couldn’t stop. My hips shifted forward. My legs clenched.

“No,” he said. His lips were so close I could feel his breath on mine. “I want you because you were fucking made for me.”

My wolf growled inside me.

“Second mate,” she whispered again. I felt the tears sting at my eyes. I hated how true it felt. I hated how deep it cut.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t how any of it was supposed to go.

“I don’t want this,” I lied. The moment the words left my mouth, I knew he heard it.

He paused. Studied me.

Then his hand dropped. He dragged it down my throat, over my collarbone, until it brushed my nipple. And I nearly choked on my gasp.

“You keep saying no,” he whispered. “But you’re trembling every time I touch you.”

I hated that he was right.

“Let me prove it,” he murmured. “One touch. Just one.”

I shook my head. I tried. But then his mouth was right at my ear and I almost moaned. My thighs squeezed together and my hands pressed flat to the wall behind me like it could keep me standing.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathed. “Tell me to stop before I make you come with nothing but my hand and my tongue.”

“You can’t,” I said, barely able to speak. “You’re not allowed to..”

He didn’t answer.

And then he started undressing.

Right in front of me.

He reached for the hem of his shirt and dragged it up over his head. My breath caught in my throat.

There was a line of hair that trailed from the middle of his chest, down over his stomach, right into the waistband of his jeans. And the second his fingers touched the buckle of his belt, I forgot how to breathe.

He unfastened it.

Then popped the button.

Then dragged the zipper down with a slow, motion that felt like torture.

“You don’t have to…“I began, but my voice was barely there.

His eyes locked on mine.

“I told you,” he said, while pushing his pants down his hips. “This isn’t about want. This is about what’s already yours.”

His cock sprang free.

And I froze.

No one had warned me.

No one had prepared me.

It was thick. The kind of cock that made you forget how to speak. It curved upward slightly, thick veins running along the sides, and the tip was flushed deep red, glistening with precum like it had already tasted me in its dreams.

My pussy clenched so hard I whimpered.

I didn’t even realize I’d made a sound until he stepped closer and the head of his cock brushed my lower belly.

My head tilted back. My eyes met his. My entire body shook.

“That’s not going to fit,” I whispered, and even as I said it, my thighs pressed together my cunt pulsed.

He smirked.

“It’ll fit,” he said, his voice a promise. “You were made to take me.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away. His hand wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking it slowly, and I swear to the moon I moaned just watching him.

“I didn’t know it would be like this,”

“You didn’t know it would be this big?” he asked, stepping closer until his cock slid against my stomach again. “Or this hard for you?”

I looked down.

There it was.

My chest rose and fell too fast.

“You’re staring,”

“I can’t stop,” I admitted, breathless.

“You don’t need to,” he murmured, stroking again. “Because this cock is yours. And your cunt is mine. And I’m going to show you what that means.”

My back pressed tighter to the wall.

My whole body ached.

My nipples were still hard. My pussy was still soaked. My wolf was howling inside me, clawing, begging, screaming.

“You’re dripping,” he said, eyes flicking down. “You’re so fucking wet already, and I haven’t even touched you properly.”

“You can’t do this,” I whispered, but even I didn’t believe it.

He leaned in until his lips brushed my ear, and the tip of his cock pressed higher, right over my clit, through the soaked fabric that barely covered me.

“I already am,” he growled.

He didn’t wait for me to decide.

He didn’t ask again.

He just growled, low and dangerous, like something inside him had snapped.

Then he bent, slid one arm under my thighs and the other around my back, and lifted me off the floor like I weighed nothing.

My breath caught.

“Wait–what are you-”

“But first,” he said, his voice hot against my throat, “I want to lick this pussy.”

And then he slammed me against the wall.

Hard.

Not enough to hurt, but enough to knock the breath out of me. Enough to remind me that he wasn’t human. That he wasn’t safe. That I was completely at his mercy and my body fucking loved it.

His grip shifted. His hand spread beneath my ass. His fingers held my thigh wide. His mouth dropped between my legs.

And then he ate me.

Right there.

Up against the wall.

His tongue was fire. His lips sealed around my clit like he had claimed it. Owned it. Worshipped it.

And the second I felt him moan into my cunt, I broke.

I screamed.

I grabbed his hair with both hands and yanked, hard, like I needed something to anchor me or I’d fall straight through the floor.

“Oh my God–fuck–don’t stop..”

He didn’t. He kept going. Tongue fucking me like it was the only thing he knew how to do. His tongue slid between my folds, wet and fast and greedy, and I could feel my slick dripping down his chin.

My back arched off the wall. My eyes rolled. I was gone.

“Please,” I moaned. “Please, I’m gonna come..fuck…”

He growled again, louder this time, and the vibration made my whole body shake. His grip on my ass tightened. His lips sucked my clit so hard I nearly blacked out.

And then I came screaming. Legs shaking. Toes curling. Hands yanking his hair like I was trying to crawl into his mouth. I couldn’t even breathe. I sobbed. I moaned. I cried his name.

He didn’t stop.

He licked me through it.

Then looked up at me with his mouth soaked as he licked his lips

“You taste like heaven,” he growled. “I could eat this cunt for hours.”

My chest was heaving. My nipples were rock hard. My pussy was still throbbing. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think. I could barely hold on to reality.

“Put me down,” I whispered, even though I didn’t mean it.

“No,” he said, licking his lips. “Now I’m going to fuck you.”

Please,” I said again, my throat tightening as tears filled my eyes. “Please do not fuck me. I have a mate. His name is Connor. He is mine. I chose him. I belong to him.”

I pressed my hands against his chest, trying to push him away, but it was pointless. My legs were still around his waist, holding him close, holding him like I wanted him there, and I hated how my body betrayed me.

“I do not even know why I let you eat my pussy,” I said, my words shaking as they left my mouth. “I do not know why I let you touch me that way. I was not thinking clearly. I was not myself. Please just stay away from me.”

He did not move. He just stood there with that look that made my stomach twist, the one that said he had no intention of letting me go. His eyes were dark. His chest rose and fell in heavy breaths.

His cock was still pressed against me, hot and throbbing, like it was alive and waiting.

And then I screamed.

Then I heard her.

My wolf.

Her voice filled my head.

“You are in heat again. He’s your second mate. Let him fuck you” she said.

My eyes widened as the words echoed. I shook my head, but she did not stop.

You need him, she whispered. Not Connor. Him. The one holding you. The one who made you moan. You need him right now.

“No,” I said out loud, shaking my head harder. “Shut up. Please stop talking. I do not want this. I did not choose him. I do not want him.”

But my body told another story.

My thighs trembled around his waist. My nipples ached against my chest. My pussy was soaking wet. The scent of my heat filled the air, and I saw the moment he smelled it.

His eyes darkened, his nostrils flared, and a low sound rumbled from his throat that made my stomach twist and my core ache even harder.

I could feel it happening. I could feel the pull, the bond, the hunger that wasn’t supposed to exist.

And my wolf kept whispering.

He is the one. He will make it stop. Let him touch you again. Let him claim you. Let him end the ache.

“Please,” I whispered weakly, my voice barely a sound. “Please make it stop.”