Chapter 110

Lyra

“But I’m not gonna lie, kitten,” he murmured, his hand sliding up my side like he owned every inch of my skin, “your tits are big now.”

I blinked at him, still trying to come down from the panic he’d just soothed out of me, and then my breath caught completely when he tilted his head slightly, licked his lips, and said—

“Can Daddy suck them?”

Oh. My. God.

I stared at him like he’d just asked to fuck me in front of the Moon Goddess herself. My mouth opened. My chest rose.

My nipples—those traitorous, sensitive, aching little things—hardened instantly like they were excited about the invitation. And for one hot second, I almost said yes. I almost melted right there in his hands and whispered please like the needy little Omega I always became in his arms.

But then I remembered.

I remembered him smirking.

I remembered him making dumb jokes about biology class like I wasn’t standing in front of him sobbing about possibly b