Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 8

~Lily

He said it slowly. Clearly. Like he wanted to make sure I didn’t miss it. Like he wanted to hurt me with it.

Like he wanted me to remember it when I was crying into my pillow later, still slick from the orgasm I gave myself while moaning his name.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to beg. I wanted to tell him I wasn’t a child. I was eighteen. I was legal. I was ready. I was soaking through my panties just from his voice. I was ready to get on my knees right here in this hallway and prove to him exactly what I could do with my mouth.

But I didn’t say anything.

Because my body was already reacting to his rejection like it was foreplay. My clit throbbed harder.

My cunt clenched around the emptiness again. My nipples were still hard and visible and aching, and the worst part was knowing he could see them and still didn’t want to touch me.

“I don’t play with girls who don’t know how to take it,” he went on, voice still low, still lethal. And you’d cry the second I stretched that tight little pussy open. You’d scream when my cock pushed in. You’d break before I ever.

That was what he said. Right into my ear. With his hand still hovering close enough to grab me, with his voice low enough to make my throat tighten, and with his body still radiating so much heat I felt it sliding under my skin like something wicked and alive.

My heart didn’t just race..it slammed. My legs went weak. My mouth opened and nothing came out because I could already feel the rejection crawling through my blood like a drug I didn’t ask for.

Then he said it.

He fucking said it.

“And you’d cry the second I split that tight little pussy open.”

My breath caught in my chest so hard I wheezed. My cunt clenched around the emptiness between my thighs like it was trying to mimic the feeling he was describing – like it was desperate to be filled and furious it wasn’t.

You Want Daddy’s Touch?

I could feel how wet I was. I could feel the sticky heat soaking my panties. My nipples were still pressed hard through my dress, still visible, still aching to be seen and touched and bitten, and yet he wouldn’t even look at them now.

“You’d beg me for more,” he went on, voice steady and calm like he wasn’t ruining my life with every word. “And the moment I knotted you, you’d break. You’d scream and cry and shake like a good little virgin who thought she could take a real Alpha’s cock.”

He looked at me then.

He looked at me like I was nothing.

And it made my pussy pulse so hard I almost cried.

“I don’t fuck girls who flinch at the first stretch,” he said. “And I sure as hell don’t waste my time on ones who’ve never been bred before.”

I gasped.

I actually fucking gasped.

Out loud. Like a ruined little Omega who didn’t know what to say.

But he wasn’t finished.

“I don’t fuck virgins omegas,” he said again. Slower this time. Like he was etching the words into my brain with a knife.

“I don’t train them. I don’t babysit them. I don’t spend hours teaching little girls how to open their mouths wider or take it deeper or stop shaking every time I tell them to bend over.”

I was shaking.

I was breathing too fast.

I was wet to the point of madness.

“I don’t want innocence,” he whispered, and his voice went so low it made my knees actually buckle. “I want obedience. I want silence. I want a cunt that’s already been fucked wide open. so I can stretch it even wider.”

My whole face flushed. My nipples ached. My thighs were twitching. My panties were ruined.

“You can touch yourself all you want, Lily,” he said, tilting his head slightly like he was studying me. “You can moan into your pillow, fuck your fingers raw, cry into your sheets while you imagine what it feels like to ride my cock… but that’s all you’re going to get.”

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t speak.

“Because you?” he whispered, voice sharp as a knife, “you don’t get Daddy’s cock.”

He said it like it was final. Like that was supposed to be the end of me. Like those words would leave me standing there quietly, head bowed, dripping between my thighs and too ashamed to do anything about it.

But it didn’t.

It didn’t end me.

It cracked me open.

Because something about hearing him say that in that voice, in that tone, with his mouth still so close I could taste the heat of it made my whole body rebel. It made my throat burn. It made the slick between my thighs flood so hard I felt it dripping into my underwear. It made my mouth open without my permission.

“Then teach me,” I said, and the second the words left my lips, the air in the hallway changed.

He stopped walking.

His back was still to me, but his whole frame went still, and I could see the shift in his shoulders.

It was subtle, but it was enough. He heard me. He felt it. And so did I. Because the second I said it out loud – the second I admitted that I didn’t want his patience, didn’t want his kindness, didn’t want his approval – I felt my whole body tighten like I had just been tied to something bigger than me.

“I’m not asking you to cuddle me,” I said, louder this time. “I’m not asking you to pretend I know what I’m doing. I don’t. I’ve never done any of it. No one’s ever touched me. No one’s ever made me feel anything close to what I feel when you look at me.”

My voice cracked, but I didn’t stop.

“I came just from thinking about your voice. I came moaning your name into the pillow, wishing it was your fingers inside me instead of mine. I’m eighteen. I’m legal. I know what I want.”

He still didn’t turn. And that silence made my heart slam harder, but it didn’t scare me. It made me braver.

“I want you,” I said. “I want you to be the first. I want you to be the only one who’s ever touched me there. I want to feel your cock stretching me open while I’m still crying from the pressure. I want to scream into your chest and dig my nails into your back and beg you to keep going even when it hurts.”

My throat was dry. My thighs were soaked. My whole body was trembling, but I kept talking because if I stopped now, I’d explode.

“You say you don’t fuck virgins,” I whispered, voice soft but certain, “then make me not one.”

He turned.

His movement was slow. Heavy. Dangerous. He looked at me like he didn’t believe what he had just heard like he was trying to decide whether to walk away again or pin me to the wall and devour me.

I stood up straighter. My knees were shaking, my nipples were still hard, my panties were a wreck, but I looked him dead in the eye.

“You say I don’t know how to take it,” I breathed, “then teach me how to take it. Make me gag.

Make me choke. Make me stretch. I want to learn. I want to take all of it. I want to earn it.”

His expression didn’t change. But his jaw tightened. His eyes darkened.

And that was all the answer I needed.

“I want Daddy’s cock,” I said, fully, clearly, loudly, my voice shaking but my words never breaking. “I want it inside me. I want to feel it. I want to be ruined by it.”

I took one step closer to him.

“I want you to be the first and the last. I want to remember your cock as the one that made me scream. That made me bleed. That made me wet and sore and full and broken. And I don’t care what you think I can’t handle. I want you anyway.”

I waited. Holding my breath. My whole world tilted on the edge of what he would say next.

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