Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 77

~Lily~

The second I stepped under the water, I thought I could hold it together. I really thought I could justlet the heat distract me. Let the steam do something spiritual. Maybe cleanse the sins I justcommitted earlier.

Spoiler alert.

It didn’t work.

Because the second I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall, I felt it.

Not the water.

Him.

I didn’t even have to turn around. I knew he’d walked in. I could feel the air shift. Feel my wholenervous system go into panic-sex-mode like my body knew he wasn’t done with me.

And then I heard the sound. I opened my eyes right as his shadow moved behind me, and there hewas naked and hard as fuck.

Daddy was back.

And I was already trembling.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, and I swear I was already dripping before he even touched me.

He came up behind me slow. Like a predator. Like he had all the time in the world to ruin me. Hishands slid around my waist, like he was claiming me all over again.

And I tried-I tried-to act normal. But the second I felt his cock press against my ass, I gasped soloud I choked on steam.

“I didn’t come here to be gentle,” he whispered, his lips right on my ear, and I nearly passed out on the spot.

I was shaking. Full-body. Legs, arms, voice, everything.

And then his hand slid between my thighs.

“Oh my fucking God, no, wait,” I gasped, already grabbing the wall because I knew I was about to embarrass myself. “Connor, I swear to God, I’m still sensitive, you can’t just..”

“Still this wet?” he whispered like it was a confession. “You came so hard for me, and you’re stilldripping, baby? Didn’t I fuck you enough?”

“No,” I choked, eyes rolling back as his fingers brushed my slit, teasing, barely even touching, and Iswear my knees actually gave out. “No, you didn’t. I want more. I want all of it. I want your dickagain, Daddy. I want to feel it wreck me.”

He growled.

Like actually growled. Like a fucking animal.

And then he pushed me against the wall. Hands on my hips. Breath on my neck. And I didn’t eventry to resist. I just whined like a spoiled little brat in heat, already arching my ass back like my pussywas begging for him all over again.

He didn’t even say a word.

He just slid in.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” I moaned like a girl who’d forgotten her own name. “Connor,it’s so deep. It’s too deep. I can’t-I can’t even think straight.”

He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, fucking me harder now, hips slamming into my ass like punishment.

“You don’t need to think,” he growled. “You just need to take it. You said you wanted it. Nowfucking take it.”

And I did. I took it.

Every inch. Every thrust.

He was pounding into me so deep I swore I could feel it in my throat. I was moaning so loud the whole fucking neighborhood could hear. And I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything except howgood it felt, how full I was, how fucking ruined I was.

“I’m gonna cum,” I sobbed. “I’m gonna cum again-Daddy please-don’t stop-”

“Then cum for me,” he snarled. “Cum all over Daddy’s cock. I want to feel you explode.”

And I did.

I squirted. My thighs shook. My back arched. And I screamed so loud I swear I saw stars.

And he kept going.

He fucked me through it. Like he wasn’t even close to done. Like my orgasm was just foreplay.

“Please,” I whimpered. “Please, Connor, I can’t..I’m too sensitive..”

“You can,” he said. “Because I’m not done filling you.”

“Do you know how much I missed you?”

I swear to God I forgot how to breathe. My entire chest tightened, like my lungs just decided,Nope. Too much. Shutting down.

And then he kept going. Like he hadn’t just dropped a nuke on my heart.

He missed my voice.

My laugh.

The way I talk too much.

The way I speak during sex like I’m narrating a whole scene.

And I didn’t even realize I was crying until he kissed the tear away.

I tried to hold it in. I tried to bite my lip. I tried to tell my heart to shut the fuck up and don’t fall for it again, but it was already too late.

Because he wasn’t saying it like someone who wanted sex. He was saying it like someone who had been sick without me. Like someone who had been crawling through hell and finally saw a glimpse of heaven and realized it still looked like me.

And I swear, my brain just started screaming.

He missed me. He missed ME. Me. Not just my body. Not just the sex. He missed the way I make stupid jokes at 2am. He missed my overthinking. My panic attacks. My drama. My chaotic monologues. My too-loud moans. My annoying neediness. All of it. He missed it all. He WANTED itall.

And I couldn’t take it.

I turned around so fast the water splashed, and I threw myself into his chest like I was trying to climb back inside him.

“Say it again,” I begged, voice breaking as I clutched his neck. “Say you missed me. Please. Say it again.”

“I missed you,” he whispered without hesitation, arms wrapping around me like he was never letting go. “I missed you so much it physically hurt.”

And I just melted.

Right there. In the water. In his arms. In the truth.

“I missed you too,” I sobbed, my voice going high and soft and stupid. “I missed everything. I missed your stupid voice and your bossy mouth and your hands and the way you say my name like you invented it. I missed the way you fuck me. I missed the way you look at me. I missed feelinglike I belonged to someone who actually saw me.”

His hold got tighter. Like he was trying to pull me into his skin. Like he wanted to wear me like asecond heart.

“I kept trying to forget you,” I cried, my words spilling out faster than I could catch them. “I kept telling myself that you were a phase. A wound. A mistake. But every time I got close to healing, Iremembered your hands. I remembered your mouth. I remembered the way you made me feel likethe center of the whole fucking universe and nothing else mattered. And I hated you for it. I hatedyou.”

He didn’t flinch.

“And then I hated myself,” I whispered. “Because I still wanted you. Even after everything. Even after I broke down. Even after the baby. Even after I lost my mind. I still wanted you.”

I looked up at him, eyes blurry, nose running, face probably a mess, and he still looked at me like Iwas the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

“You don’t get to leave again,” I whispered. “If you say you missed me, if you say you’re staying, then you don’t get to fucking leave again.”

“I’m not leaving,” he said. “Not this time.”

And suddenly-I couldn’t keep it in.

“Connor,” I whispered, pulling back just enough to look at him, to really look at him. “I have to say something. And I need you to let me say all of it, okay? No interrupting. No judging. Just… let metalk.”

He nodded.

And I inhaled so deep I thought my lungs would collapse, because fuck, this wasn’t easy.

But it was true.

“I know I have two mates,” I said, and the second I said it, I felt it. “I know I was cursed or gifted or whatever the fuck you want to call it, and I know it’s not supposed to happen like this, and I know it sounds crazy-because who the hell has two fated mates?”

I laughed. “Me, apparently.”terrified to believe it.

“I was confused,” I admitted. “I was angry and hurt and scared and so fucking overwhelmed. Alexwas kind. He was there. He looked at me like I was the only thing keeping him alive, and part of methought maybe that was what I needed. Maybe I could fix him. Maybe he could fix me. I don’t know.

I looked down. My voice cracked.

“But it wasn’t real. Not like this. Not like you.”

I looked back up, eyes burning.

“I pick you, Connor.”

His breath caught.

“I don’t care what the Moon Goddess says. I don’t care how the bond is supposed to work. I don’tcare if Alex is out there waiting for me. It’s not him. It was never him. It’s you. It’s always been you.”

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