Chapter 131

Lyra

Did he just tell me to bite his dick?

Oh my fucking God.

He really just told me to bite his dick.

I’m not even exaggerating. He said it with a straight face.

“Bite Daddy’s dick.” That’s what came out of his mouth like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like he was asking me to pass the salt or sit down for a family dinner or take a polite little sip of poison from the holy grail of Alpha cock.

I cannot breathe.

Okay, my girlies, my sisters in sin, my fellow emotionally unstable sluts… can we all have a quick moment together?

Can we all just take a fucking moment and imagine this man… this massive, terrifying, dangerously calm, fully dressed Alpha… sitting back in a leather chair with his pants undone, cock thick and veiny and hard as hell, leaking at the tip, and he looks down at you, his pregnant, milk-dripping, ruined little Omega on her knees, and he says, “Bite Daddy’s dick.”

What would you do? Because me?