Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 69

~Lily~

He didn’t say a word as he walked to the minibar.

And I swear to the Moon Goddess, my pussy clenched the moment I saw his hand reach into that little freezer drawer and come back out with a fucking tray of ice.

I stopped breathing.

Just for a second.

Then he knocked one cube free and let it roll between his fingers like he was deciding what part of me deserved to scream first.

His eyes were so cold and dark I couldn’t read them. That scared me. But it also made my nipples pebble tighter and my thighs fall wider open.

He walked back to the bed, one step at a time, and every inch of him looked like a man on a mission. The cube glistened in his hand. His cock was already thick and twitching, slapping against his abs as he approached.

I didn’t move.

I’dn’t.

I couldn’t.

I just lay there with my legs spread wide and my pussy on display, already dripping, already begging, already ruined and stupid with arousal.

“You don’t get to act innocent now,” he said.

“You wanted to be a filthy little slut for another man? Now you’ll learn what it means to be owned.”

He knelt on the bed.

The mattress dipped.

My entire body tensed.

And then I screamed.

Because the second that fucking ice touched my nipple, I lost my mind. It was instant. A crack of cold so sharp it sent a shock straight to my clit. My back arched off the sheets as he rubbed the cube around my nipple in slow, sinful circles until it started to melt down my chest.

“Look at that,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on the way my nipple hardened under the freezing glide. “She’s shaking. Wet. Desperate. You like this, don’t you?”

I couldn’t answer. I was too busy panting. Moaning. Crying into the sheets with my fingers fisting the mattress like I was drowning.

“Say it.”

“I l–like it,” I choked out. “Fuck–I like it, Daddy. Please–please keep going–I can’t–1-”

He moved to the other nipple.

I screamed again.

“You think I’m done?” he asked. “You let another man smell what’s mine and you think one cube is enough punishment?”

He dropped the second cube directly onto my navel and watched it slide lower, melting as it went. I whimpered so loud I almost didn’t hear my wolf.

(Say thank you. Say it now. Thank him for every second of this. He’s showing us what we are. We’re nothing without his touch. Nothing without his discipline.)

“Thank you,” I moaned. “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for punishing me. I deserve this. I deserve every second.”

The ice hit my clit.

I saw stars.

Literal fucking stars.

My hips bucked off the bed so hard I almost flipped over, but his hand was already pressing me down, locking me in place with one massive palm against my belly while the other held the cube and dragged it–fucking dragged it–up and down my slit like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Look at this,” he growled. “This pussy is so sensitive, it’s twitching. You’re leaking down your thighs. Look what you did to yourself, Lily. Look how fucking desperate you are.”

“I’m sorry!” I gasped, trembling all over. “I’m sorry I was bad. I’m sorry I let him touch me–I’ll never do it again, I swear–please–I need your cock–I need it so bad-”

He slapped my pussy.

I screamed again, but it came out as a moan.

“Begging doesn’t erase what you did,” he snarled. “But you’re going to learn. Right now. On this bed. On your back. With your legs spread like the little fucking whore you are.”

I didn’t even have time to cry out again because the next second, he shoved the half–melted cube inside me.

Inside.

I lost it.

Fully.

My eyes rolled back. My thighs shook. My pussy clenched down so hard on that freezing cold invader that I couldn’t even form words.

“Let that burn, baby,” he whispered. “Let that shame crawl up your spine. You want forgiveness?

You want your Daddy’s cock? You’ll earn it.”

I clawed the sheets.

I nodded.

I cried.

He pulled the ice back out.

My cunt made the wettest sound I’ve ever heard.

Then he pushed it back in.

“Look how easy you open for me,” he said. “You’re not even pretending to fight it anymore. Good. Stay open. I’m going to ruin you.”

He finally tossed the ice away and gripped his cock.

And I swear to the Goddess, I nearly passed out watching him stroke it, all thick and furious and glistening with pre–cum.

“Please,” I whispered. “Please fuck me now. Please fuck your little bitch. I’m yours. I’m so fucking yours.”

“I’m not going to fuck you yet,” he said.

My mouth fell open.

I blinked.

“What?”

His gaze darkened, and he dragged his palm down the length of his cock. “I want to lick the ice and your pussy at the same time,” he said. “I want to taste every melt. Every drip. Every fucking inch of this dirty cunt while it throbs from the cold.”

I gasped.

His eyes dropped to my t**s, and then he reached out with one hand, brushing the underside before dragging his thumb right across my nipple like it belonged to him.

It did.

“Look at this,” he said, his voice low, thick, and full of that dangerous patience that made me want to scream. “Your little nipples are so fucking hard. So sensitive. You’re aching, aren’t you?”

I nodded. I moaned. I arched into his touch like a fucking slut because I couldn’t help it.

He pinched it slowly, just enough to make me gasp, and then he rolled the tip between his fingers like he was playing with something fragile and filthy at the same time.

My whole body jumped. I squeezed my thighs together, but it was no use. He saw it.

He saw everything.

“You’re throbbing already and I haven’t even sucked your cunt,” he murmured as his other hand came up and caught my other nipple. “I should tease you for this. Make you wait. But look how wet you are, baby.”

He looked down between my legs, and my stomach flipped. I was so wet it was embarrassing. I could feel it glistening, feel it slide when I shifted, and the air on my pussy made everything worse.

“You’re dripping,” he growled, pinching both my nipples now, hard, and pulling them until I cried out. “You’re wet just from my voice. Just from me playing with your t**s. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I moaned. “Oh my God, yes, Daddy. I’m so wet. I can’t stop it. Please… please suck me. Please eat me. I need it. I’m going crazy.”

“You’re not crazy yet,” he said, releasing my nipples and dragging his hands down my belly. “But you will be.”

I couldn’t breathe.

Not when I felt his breath on my thighs. Not when I felt his fingers dig into my skin like he wanted to mark me. Not when he kissed just beside my pussy and then looked up at me with that wicked, hungry look that made my heart stop.

“Spread your thighs wider,” he commanded. “Let me see that sweet little pussy. Let me see what’s mine.”

I opened my legs like a whore. I didn’t even think twice.

“That’s it,” he growled. “That’s my good girl.”

He leaned in. His mouth hovered over my clit, so close I could feel his breath stroke against it like a promise. But instead of licking, he whispered.

“I want you to cry from this. I want your pussy to remember my name every time you sit down tomorrow. I want your thighs shaking when I’m done, and I want you to beg me not to stop even after you cum all over my face.”

I whimpered. My back arched. My clit throbbed so hard I thought I might lose consciousness.

He smirked.

And then he said the words that shattered whatever was left of me.

“Now hold still, baby. I’m going to suck this little clit until you scream my name like it’s the only word you know.”

His tongue hit my clit. “That’s cold. That’s so fucking cold..”

But I didn’t tell him to stop. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted more. More cold. More heat. More tongue. More pressure. I wanted him to ruin my pussy until I couldn’t even speak without stuttering. And he knew it. He fucking knew it.

He didn’t even lift his head. He just moaned into my cunt like he liked hearing me whimper, then sucked harder like my clit was candy and he needed to devour every drop.

His hand came up and gripped my breast so hard I felt my heartbeat in the nipple. He rolled it between his fingers like he was trying to make me feel every nerve ending fire at once, then slapped it lightly and went right back to squeezing. My back arched. My throat locked. My whole body was on the edge and he hadn’t even put a finger inside me yet.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he growled.

My fingers twisted in the sheets, then moved to his hair like I needed to anchor myself or I’d fly apart. He was sucking harder now, swirling his tongue around my clit in tight circles, licking through my folds like he was starving. The ice had melted, but the cold was still in his mouth, and every time it hit my heat I jerked like I’d been shocked.

“Please,” I whimpered, hips rocking helplessly against his face. “Please don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping till you fucking scream,” he said, licking me slow, deep. “You hear me? You’re gonna cum all over my tongue and cry my name like it’s the only thing you know.”

He pulled on my nipple again, twisted it just hard enough to make my pussy clench, then flattened his tongue and dragged it up the length of my slit. I nearly sobbed. My thighs shook around his shoulders. My belly tightened so fast I almost panicked.

“You feel that, naughty girl?” he murmured, tongue flicking right against my clit. “That’s what happens when you tease me. Now I’m gonna tease you back. I’m gonna lick you until you forget how to beg.”

“Oh my god,” I moaned, voice high and cracking. “Oh my fucking god..”

He sucked again. His tongue flicked, then lapped, then dove inside me so fast and so good I screamed without even meaning to. My body jolted. My hands slapped the bed. I thrashed and trembled like I was having some kind of holy fucking breakdown.

And all he did was growl.

“That’s right,” he said, voice low and thick with lust. “Give it to me. Soak my fucking face.”

Then came the knock.

“Dad!!”

My whole body jumped. His mouth was still buried in my pussy. His tongue was still pressed right against my clit, sucking like he was starving. My nipple was still rolled between his fingers like a

toy he wasn’t done playing with. But my brain–oh my god, my fucking brain–suddenly couldn’t process anything except the sound of her voice.

“Dad!! What the fuck did you do to Mum?!”

My throat closed. My back froze in place. I was still so wet I could feel it dripping onto the sheets, but my stomach turned cold like I’d just been shot.

“You fucking ruined her face! Dad! Open this fucking door! You destroyed her face because of Lily!

What the fuck!”