Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 10

~Connor~

I never intended to bump into her. I wasn’t planning to see her or speak to her. I was tired. I was irritated.

My head was full of unfinished business..pack obligations, messages I hadn’t responded to, threats I hadn’t crushed yet.

I just wanted to walk into my room, collapse face–first into the bed, and maybe send out a few texts to the pack leaders before falling asleep. That was it. Nothing more. Nothing less.

But the second I opened my door, I heard it.

Feminine. A moan..so breathy and sweet it made my entire body stiffen in place like I’d just walked into a warzone.

I paused with my hand still on the doorknob, heart suddenly thudding like a drum. I tilted my head. Listened harder. Waited.

And then I heard it again.

“Connor…”

My name.

My fucking name in that voice..her voice. You have got to be kidding me.

But not the way she usually said it. This time, it was soaked Erotic. It came out like a moan that had been pulled from her throat by force, like she couldn’t hold it back no matter how hard she tried. I could hear the need in it. The ache. The wet.

And then it came.

The word that made my cock throb so hard I saw stars.

“Yes, Daddy…”

I staggered back a step like someone had physically shoved me.

I couldn’t fucking believe it.

She was touching herself.

Lily. She was in the room next to mine, legs probably spread open, one hand between her thighs, her dress pushed up, her panties soaked, her voice shaking and she was moaning for me. Whispering my name like a prayer and begging for Daddy like she knew exactly what it would do to me.

I stood there, frozen, breathing hard, every muscle in my body coiled with tension. My cock pulsed inside my pants, already rock hard, already thick and furious and aching to be let out.

I could hear the bed creaking, the faint sound of her fingers moving, the sticky squelch of her wetness building as she touched herself. I could hear every fucking breath she took.

She was so loud.

So shameless.

And I couldn’t stop listening.

I should have walked away. I should have slammed my door. I should have thrown myself onto the bed and forced my mind to think about something else..anything else but I didn’t.

I stood there, helpless and paralyzed and completely fucking possessed by the sound of her voice as she broke apart for me on the other side of that wall.

“Oh God… yes… Daddy, please…”

Her voice cracked like she was close.

Her fingers were moving faster. Her breath hitched and gasped and whimpered. And all I could picture..so vividly it made my cock throb again..was Lily on her back, thighs spread wide, chest rising and falling, nipples hard beneath her dress, pussy soaked and twitching while her fingers slid through that wet heat, rubbing over her clit like she needed to cum to survive.

I clenched my jaw so tightly it hurt.

She was mine.

She didn’t know it yet, but she fucking was.

That orgasm belonged to me. That pussy belonged to me. That breathless little body, that trembling mouth, those sweet whimpers–every part of her was mine, and she was in there. giving it away to her own fingers while I stood outside rock hard and seething.

“Please… Connor… yes, Daddy… right there…”

I let my head fall back against the wall.

Eyes shut.

Breath short.

Teeth gritted.

She was cumming.

Fuck.

She was falling apart.

Saying my name.

Begging for Daddy.

And I hadn’t even touched her.

Not yet.

Not fucking yet.

“Connor…” she moaned again.

And then it hit me…again. Not just that she was touching herself. Not just that she was soaked. Not just that her legs were probably spread wide open and trembling.

It hit me that she was touching herself to me. Not to a fantasy. Not to a made–up boy from school. To me. My name. My face. My cock.

I had cum just minutes ago. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I thought it would work. But now I was back at square one–no, deeper.

Because the sound of her fingers rubbing that tight little pussy while she moaned “yes, Daddy ” with my name on her tongue had me so painfully erect again.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath as I yanked my zipper down with one hand and shoved the other into my briefs.

The second I wrapped my fingers around the base of my cock, my knees almost buckled. It was already slick at the tip. I started stroking.

My palm dragged slow and rough over the thick, veiny length that was twitching with tension and soaked in guilt. I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. My forehead pressed to the wall.

My jaw clenched. My eyes shut tight as I imagined her with her thighs wide open, her dress pushed to her waist, her fingers flicking fast over her clit.

“Please, Daddy,” she moaned again, louder this time, and it made me grunt low in my chest as I tightened my grip.

She didn’t stop.

She was getting closer. I could tell. Her breath was catching. Her moans were higher. She was rubbing herself faster now, probably pushing her hips off the bed, her stomach tight, her mouth open, her eyes rolled back as she imagined me above her..inside her. I could almost see it.

The way her nipples would tighten. The way her toes would curl when she tipped over the edge.

And then she said it.

“I’m cumming, Daddy.”

Just like that.

Just like a trigger pulled straight into my fucking chest.

I stroked harder. My hand was flying now. My cock was slick, twitching, pulsing with every motion. I could feel my release boiling under the surface, could feel it rushing through my spine, into my gut, flooding me like a fire I couldn’t put out.

I tried to keep quiet. I tried to stay in control. But a groan still tore out of me, deep and strained, as my balls tightened and my entire body locked up.

“Arghh,” she screamed.

Her voice exploded through the wall.

And I came.

I fucking came. My cock jerked in my hand as hot streams of cum shot across my knuckles, up my wrist, dripping down into my waistband as I leaned forward and gasped into the wall.

I couldn’t hold it back. I couldn’t stop it. Her moan pushed me straight over the edge, and I came with the image of her squirming on the bed, flushed and wrecked, soaked and twitching, her fingers buried deep inside the cunt I was supposed to own.

For a second, it was silence. Just my heartbeat. Just my breath. Just the stickiness of my release on my fingers and the echo of her voice still tangled in my ears.

And then I heard it.

Three knocks.

Fustand Closed Doors

Light. Innocent, Casual,

“Lily,” a voice called sweetly from the hallway, knocking on her bedroom door. “Come to the lounge.”

I froze.

My blood went cold.

My eyes snapped open.

It was Bella.

My daughter.

Her voice was light. Her tone was normal. She hadn’t sounded upset or suspicious or like someone who had just heard her best friend scream Daddy while cumming through the wall. But the fact that she was standing outside Lily’s room less than thirty seconds after we both came made my stomach twist and my heart slam into my ribs.

I didn’t move.

I didn’t speak.

I just stood there with my pants unzipped, cum on my hands, drying on my hand, cock still twitching against my palm, and one single, terrifying question in my mind.

Did she hear?

Did my daughter hear Lily scream my name while she came?

Did she hear me groan while I stroked myself off like a fucking pervert. I hope not.

**

Fast forward to now.

She’s standing in front of me now. Breathless. Flushed. Her chest rising and falling like she’s been running, but the only thing she’s been doing is wanting.

Her hair is tousled like she’s been pulling it in frustration. Her thighs are pressed together like she’s trying to stop the dripping, and her eyes–God, those eyes..are wide and glassy, filled with desperation so raw it made my cock twitch just looking at her.

I had touched her clit minutes ago.

Just one stroke.

That’s all it took.

One stroke through her soaked little panties and she nearly collapsed. Her whole body went soft, her legs shook, and her lips parted around the softest, filthiest moan I’d ever heard escape her mouth.

She was trembling now like the memory alone was enough to keep her teetering on the edge. And then she said it.

“Please.”

Just that.

One word. Barely even a word–it came out more like a breath. Her voice was so soft it could’ve disappeared if I hadn’t been completely consumed by her. It hit me low in the gut.

My jaw clenched. My breath caught. My cock throbbed again, thick and angry and painfully hard inside my pants because everything about her..her scent, her voice, her fucking helplessness–was designed to break me.

I needed to control myself.

I needed to remember every rule. Every boundary. Every goddamn reason why I wasn’t supposed to touch her again.

But she looked so fucking hot.

So ruined already.

So wet and eager and ready to be taken that my self–control didn’t just crack..it fucking shattered.

I couldn’t fuck her.

Not yet.

She wasn’t ready for that. Not for the way I’d take her. Not for the way I’d stretch her wide and knot her until she was crying and cumming all over me.

But I could still ruin her. I could still show her exactly what it meant to beg for Daddy. I could still take her to the edge and leave her shaking, leaking, and unable to walk straight by the time I was done.

“Fuck,” I muttered, my voice hoarse, low, unrecognizable even to me.

Then I stepped closer, reached out, and grabbed her wrist.

Come here,” I growled, and I didn’t wait for her to move. I turned around and yanked her behind me, walking fast, dragging her straight to my bedroom like I owned her.

She didn’t resist. She didn’t hesitate. She followed me with wide eyes and trembling thighs, her breath catching in her throat like she already knew what was coming.

I pushed the door open, pulled her inside, and slammed it shut behind us with a force that made the walls shake.

The sound echoed.

We were alone now. No one could interrupt. No one could save her. And I wasn’t going to ask permission for what came next. She had begged. She had moaned. She had touched herself moaning my name. And now she is mine.

I still hadn’t let go of her wrist.

Her skin was hot beneath my palm.

I turned around to face her, breathing hard, every muscle in my body drawn so tight I felt like I might explode if I didn’t touch her again.

She looked up at me with that same broken expression..lips parted, eyes begging, body trembling..and I knew I wasn’t going to be gentle.

Not tonight.

I wasn’t going to give her Daddy’s cock.

But I was going to ruin that sweet little pussy until she screamed.