Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 64

~Lily~

His hand slammed against the wall beside my head so hard I jumped, my breath catching like a punch to the lungs.

Not because I was scared. Not because I thought he’d hurt me.

Because the second he moved, the second he pinned me like that, every single nerve ending in my body lit up like someone struck a match inside me. His chest was brushing mine. His breath was warm against my face.

His jaw was clenched so tight I could feel the tension radiating off him in waves. And his eyes Furious. Not just because of what I said. But because he wanted me. And he hated it.

“I said,” he growled, I felt it slide down my spine, “don’t talk to my mother like that.”

I blinked up at him like I wasn’t already drenched between my thighs. Like I wasn’t already shaking from the inside out. Like I didn’t want him to lose it. Right here. Right now.

I tilted my chin, smiled sweetly, and said, “And I said–what are you gonna do about it, baby boy?”

His entire body jerked forward like that snapped something loose.

And then it happened.

His hand wasn’t on the wall anymore.

It was on my throat.

Not tight. Not bruising. Just… there. Just enough to make me stop breathing. Just enough to make my legs almost give out.

“Say that again,” he whispered, his voice a breath against my lips. “Go on. Keep running that mouth.

”

And I couldn’t stop myself.

I never could.

Because I’m me. I’m the girl who talks too much and thinks too fast and loves too hard and never, ever shuts the fuck up even when I know I should.

So I licked my lips. Slowly. Loudly. And I said it again.

“I said… what are you gonna do about it, baby boy?”

He snapped.

One second I was standing there, smirking, and the next he had me pressed so tight against the wall I couldn’t move.

His mouth crushed mine, teeth clashing, tongue forcing its way between my lips like he was trying to devour me whole. It wasn’t a kiss.

It was punishment. It was rage. It was heat and fury and desperation poured into a single, breath–stealing, soul–ripping kiss.

I moaned so loud I didn’t even recognize my own voice.

Because it felt so good. Too good. Wrong in every way and still–still–my entire body was melting into his like I’d been waiting for this, begging for this, needing it in some sick, twisted part of me I didn’t even know existed.

His hands were everywhere. In my hair. On my waist, I barely managed to breathe before his palm was on my breast, squeezing hard, rubbing his thumb over my nipple until it turned into a sharp, sweet ache that made.my head fall back.

“Fuck,” I gasped. “You’re crazy. You’re actually fucking crazy. Your mother is right there and you’re- oh goddess–Alex, what the fuck-”

“Shut up,” he growled against my neck. “You never shut up.”

“Because you’re kissing me like you want to ruin me!” I practically shrieked. “And your mother just kidnapped me and now you’re touching me like you want to get me pregnant too, and I’m already pregnant! I can’t be double pregnant! That’s not even a thing!”

He laughed. Actually laughed. The bastard.

And then he kissed me again, deeper this time, dragging my bottom lip between his teeth until I whimpered into his mouth and grabbed his shirt like I wanted to tear it off his body.

And I did. I really, really did.

Because everything was spiraling. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t even process how we got here. I just knew I was hot. I was throbbing. I was so fucking turned on I thought I was going to explode.

“Turn around,” he said suddenly.

“What? No. What do you mean turn..

He spun me.

One hand shoved my back to the wall. The other spanked my ass, it made my breath hitch. And then his palm was on my ass, squeezing, spreading, sliding between my thighs.

And oh, Moon Goddess.

He felt it.

He felt how wet I was.

He groaned. I bit my lip. My brain short–circuited.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re soaked.”

“Shut up,” I hissed, face burning, legs shaking. “I can’t help it. You kissed me like a psycho and I’m hormonal and stressed and..oh, fuck, Alex-”

Because his fingers were inside me.

I slapped my hand over my mouth and moaned into my palm like that would somehow make it less filthy.

It didn’t.

Not when he started moving them.

Slow at first. Deep. Curling. Making me rise on my tiptoes and arch my back and bite down on the inside of my cheek so hard I tasted blood.

“You like this?” he whispered, breath hot against my ear. “You like being fingered like a little slut while my mother watches?”

“Oh my goddess,” I whimpered. “Stop talking. Stop. Talking.”

“You’re dripping down my hand.”

“I hate you.”

“You’re close.”

“I swear to the Moon, I will rip your throat out if you stop–AH–fuck, don’t stop!”

I was grinding on his hand like I’d lost my mind. My body was moving on its own. My thighs were shaking.

My breath was coming in shallow, ragged gasps, and I knew..knew..I was going to cum right there against the wall if he didn’t stop and that thought alone made my eyes roll back in shame and desperation and oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..

“I’m gonna cum,” I gasped. “I’m gonna cum and your mother is right there and I can’t stop, I can’t fucking stop, please don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop..”

And he didn’t.

He added a third finger.

Curled them.

Pressed his thumb right there.

And I screamed.

My orgasm hit like a truck, tearing through me so hard I nearly collapsed. My whole body convulsed. My nails scraped the wall. My head dropped forward. I moaned so loud I probably woke the dead.

And he held me through all of it.

His fingers still moving.

His mouth at my ear.

“Connor’s never gonna fuck you like I do,” he whispered. “He won’t dare touch you after this.”

“Connor’s not your best fuck. I am.”

And I…

Oh, I laughed.

I laughed like I hadn’t just screamed through a soul–snatching orgasm against a goddamn wall with his fingers buried in my cunt. I laughed like I still had breath. Like I still had a brain. Like I wasn’t clenching around him again already, wanting more.

“Is that so?” I panted, rolling my eyes even though I was still twitching. “Is that what you think, pretty boy?”

He froze.

My voice was sweet.

But my words were poison.

I turned my head slightly, just enough for him to see the smirk twitching on my lips. My whole body was still trembling, but I couldn’t stop myself. The words were bubbling out of me like lava. And if I was going to burn? So be it.

“Come on, baby,” I purred. “All three of us are bonded. That means both of you are mine.”

His jaw ticked.

“And if we’re really being honest,” I said slowly, deliberately, licking my bottom lip just to watch him snap, “I prefer Connor.”

His breath stopped.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong,” I went on, grinding back against his hand just to be evil. “You’re good. You’re great. Your fingers? A–plus. But Connor? He fucks like he’s trying to breed me for the apocalypse. Like he’s trying to fuck me into the Moon Goddess’s throne room and leave me there dripping with his name in my throat. You? You play. He owns.”

His hand shot out, grabbed my chin, yanked my head back so fast my gasp choked in my throat.

His eyes blazed down into mine. Wild. Red. Ravenous.

“You like teasing me?” he snarled.

“I like watching you squirm,” I whispered back, still smiling.

And just like that..BOOM…he had me spinning around, grabbing the backs of my thighs, and lifting me. My skirt was around my waist, my legs were wrapped around his hips, and my back slammed against the nearest door like it was made for this.

“You think Connor fucks you better?” he growled.

I moaned, loud and shameless. “I know he does.”

“Then I’ll ruin you until you forget his name.”

I gasped, “Try me.”

His hands were under my thighs, his breath hot against my throat, and my head was thrown back against the door like I was waiting for it to break behind me. I could barely think.

bones, Barely speak. Every single thing inside me felt like it was melting–my brain, my morals, my my sanity. Because Alex wasn’t just kissing me. He was devouring me. Bruising my mouth with his teeth. Dragging growls from deep inside his chest like he wanted to fuck me right there. Hard.

Fast.Loud.

And I wanted it.

I wanted it so bad my whole body was shaking.

I could feel how hard he was, thick and angry through his jeans, rubbing against me like he was seconds away from tearing me apart

My legs were wrapped tight around him, my arms gripping his shoulders like he was the only thing keeping me from falling into hell. And maybe he was. Or maybe he was hell, and I was throwing myself into the flames like a good little sinner.

And then it happened.

“Enough!” Emma shouted.

“Stop this madness right now! Both of you!”

“Alex!” she screamed. “I do not want your dick inside that whore’s pussy! Do you hear me?! I will not let you ruin yourself for her! You are my son! Do you understand me?! I will not let you do this!”

Alex’s grip on my thighs didn’t loosen. His jaw clenched. His chest rose once, slowly. His voice, when it finally came, was deep and low and solid like a fucking earthquake.

“That,” he said coldly, not even sparing her a glance, “I won’t listen to, Mother.”

Oh wow.

Emma’s heels clacked as she stormed toward us, her face twisted in rage.

“You ungrateful, brainless little boy,” she spat. “You think this thing is love? You think defiling yourself with some hormonal, loud–mouthed slut who can’t keep her legs closed is power? She’s nothing, Alex. A breeding hole. A broken bitch. And she’s already carrying another man’s bastard inside her!”

I blinked.

He didn’t.

She didn’t stop.

“She’s filth. She’ll ruin everything we built. Everything I gave you. I birthed you! And now you’re throwing away your bloodline–your future–for a common, needy, disgusting little whore with pretty lips and wet thighs!”

And then it happened.

She slapped him.

Hard.

Right across the face.

His head turned with the force of it.

His cheek was red.

But his eyes?

They didn’t blink. Didn’t water. Didn’t even flinch.

They turned to stone.

And then.

He smirked.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he said quietly as he licked the blood of his lips.

Well things are about to get messy. Get your popcorn folks. Hahahaha.