bLove /bAnd bDominion /b

~Lyra~

Oh my God.

Like no, seriously. Oh my f*****g God.

Did Damon just say that?

Did he really just stand there–broad and bloodstained and terrifyingly hot with those dark Alpha eyes still glowing–and announce to the world, to Cami, to me, that yes, he had been f*****g me?

Yes, yes he did.

His eyes burned with that dark, possessive fire when he took a step closer, his voice dropping even deeper, viscous as msses and twice as filthy.

“She has that trembling, desperate look in her eyes when I’m inside her–you know, that voice–cracking, breath–melting please don’t stop look?

“I grab her hips and drive in deeper until her walls clench around me like she’s a f*****g vise. And the sounds she makes? God, the way her throat tightens when I knot her…” His fingers trailed over my belly, dragging under my shirt so slow it made me quake, absolutely frictionless just off skin. “…she arches, bites her lip, and f*****g moans my name so f*****g loud she barely remembers hers.”

Cami screamed, her voice splitting the charged air like broken ss. “Enough! Stop it!” She staggered forward, her voice raw, choking on emotion. “This is sick! You–this is wrong, Damon!”

He didn’t flinch. He didn’t stop. Instead, he tilted his head and smiled at me, lips curling like he was sharing a wicked secret only we understood.

“She’s dripping for me right now,i” /ihe said, softer, sharper.

My legs threatened to copse, my body screaming for relief. My breath came in ragged chews. My voice trembled under the weight of all that raw filthy truth. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.

He leaned in,zy dominance lighting up his eyes. “She tastes like salvation. Like midnight rain. Like everything raw and burning wrapped up in one perfect, little Omega.

“And every time I slide in deep, leak inside her, knot her hot little body–1 im her. I mark every damn inch. She’ll carry my pups soon, fill her womb with my bloodline–because she’s mine. All mine.”

Cami sobbed–no, bawled–her words shaking. “This–it’s too much! You have to stop! She’s eighteen! You can’t–you–you’re f*****g sick!”

Damon pressed against me, jaw setting as he locked eyes on Cami’s spiraling figure. “I’m not sick,” he said, voice low and unwavering.

“I’m perfect. Because I found my mate. Yeah, she’s eighteen, and fb*****/bg perfect, and hers is the cent that turned this cold–damned world alive. She’s mine, Cami. She belongs to me. And loud, filthy, private–I will f**k her tomorrow, the day after, and every day until the Moon stops pulling tides.”

c, or

Cami screamed again, stumbling backwards in disbelief. But Damon didn’t stop. He pulled me in closet by the hip, brushing my hair aside, and whispered into my ear in a voice made of pure dominance:

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“bShe /bbsobs/bb. /bShe begs. She kneels. She breathes my name binto /bher sheets band /bthanks me for every fee inch

I fill inside herb./b”

My heart raced so hard I thought it might stop. I wanted to cry. I wanted to moan. I wanted bto /bbrun /bbinto /bhis arms and dissolve into whatever filthy, beautiful thing he was making me be.

Damon tilted my chin up, catching my gaze. “Tell her, kitten. Tell her how badly you want this. bHow /bbbadly /bbyou /b

need me.”

And though I was drenched, trembling, almost drowning in actual need, I said itb–/bswallowed every bprotest /bbof /b

shame and doubt:

“I need you. I want you. I’m yours.”

His breath slid over my cheek like heat–wrapped sin, and the moment those three words left my mouthb–/bbI /b

need you–he smiled like the devil himself had taught him how to ruin girls like me.

“Oh, kitten,” he groaned, and it wasn’t soft. It was brutalb, /baching, possessive. He tilted his head, jaw flexing bas /b

he studied every inch of my flushed, trembling face like he wanted to memorize the desperation wrecking bme /b

from the inside out.

“You hear that, Cami? She said she needs me. Not air. Not water. Me. The man twice her age who can tear

her open and still make her beg for more.”

His hand dragged down my spine with azy kind of hunger, dipping beneath the waistband of my shorts like he had every right to. My legs were shaking, cunt soaking, and I couldn’t even pretend to resist anymore.

Not when his fingers slipped just far enough to make me gasp, teasing the dip of my ass crack before trailing

back up with that sinful slowness that made my thighs quake.

“She’s soaked,” he said, like he was talking about the weather. “She’s clenching already and I haven’t even touched her p***y yet. Her body remembers what it’s like to be split open by me. Her cunt’s probably fluttering, begging for it, hot and needy like she’s wired for my c**k. And the best partb?/bb” /b

His mouth brushed against my ear, and I felt it in my fb*****/bg soul.

“She likes that you’re watching, Cami. Don’t you, kitten?” His voice turned syrupy and dangerous. “Tell her. Tell her how wet you get when someone sees me ruin you.”

I whimpered. It came out like a whine, breathless and broken. “I like it,” I whispered, meeting Cami’s horrified eyes. “I like knowing you know what he does to me. That you can hear how I scream for him. I like

knowing you can’t do anything to stop it.”

Cami’s mouth fell open, her hands shaking like she’d just watched someone bleed to death. “You’re not normal,” she whispered. “This is not normal. She’s eighteen. You’re–you’re a fb*****/bg monster!”

Damonughed. Laughed. This soft/cocky, low chuckle that sent chills down my spine because I knew what

wasing next.

bhe’s /b

“You want to hear something worse?” he asked, dragging me against him so hard I bcould /bfeel his bc/bb**/bbk/bb, /bhard and thick and pulsing behind his zipper. “She begs for the knot. She sobs for it. She cries, not becau scared, but because she needs it. She needs me to stretch her open and tie her to me like a good little Omega.”

He grabbed my jaw and tilted it up, making me look at him while his thumb brushed over my lip. “Tell her,

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bbaby/bb. /bbTell /bbher /bwhat byou /bbsay /bwhen I knot you. Tell her bhow /bmany times you beg to bbe /bfilled

“1b–/bI say please,” I stammered, my throat raw. “Please knot me, please don’t stop, please bput /bbyour /bpups bin /bme

bDamon /bgrowled and kissed me. It was filthy. His tongue dominated mine, his teeth dragging bover /bmy bottom lip like he wanted to bruise it. My knees buckled. I melted into him, moaning into his mouth while Cami sobbed behind us, broken and helpless.

He pulled back just enough to whisper against my lips, “You hear that, Carmi? She wants to carry my bloodline. She wants me to fill her every f*****g night until her belly swells. She thanks me when Ie in

her.”

I was gasping now, sweating, trembling, soaked. My n*****s were hard, scraping my shirtb, /band my panties felt like they were going to disintegrate from how wet they were.

And just as Damon lowered one hand to unbutton my shorts-

The door mmed open.

A high–pitched, drunken giggle bounced off the walls.

“Oh my God–your d**k is so fb*****/bg big,” came the loud, breathy voice of his daughter, giggling again as bshe /bstumbled in, one heel hanging off, her lipstick smeared, her hand down the front of some guy’s pants as his tongue dragged across her neck. “You’re gonna rip me apart, bf/b**k–I hope no one’s home-”

Her eyesnded on us.

And everything went dead silent.

Tasha blinked.

Paused.

Stared.

There was my shirt rucked up, Damon’s hand gripping my hip, my lips red and puffy from his mouth, Cami crying in the corner like she’d just watched her worst nightmare unravel.

And Damon?

He didn’t even flinch.

Tasha’s voice cracked. “What the f**k is going on here?”

Cami let out a sob, wiping her face with shaking fingers.

“Mum,” the girl said, voice turning breathless. “Why are you crying?”

And then she looked at Damon,

Her dad.

At me.

At the space between us. At the ruined look in my eyes. At the flush in my face.

Her voice dropped into something wild and shaking. “Dad?” she croaked. “what the bf/bb**/bbk /bis bhappening /bbhere/bb!/bb” /b

And Damon? ulli/li/ul

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He didn’t let go of me. He didn’t even blink. His hand squeezed my waist, his eyes sharp and darkb, /bband /bhis voice came out like a knife sliding through silk.

“This,” Damon said, his voice deep and deliberate, sharp enough to slice open skin. “This girl right here is my mate, Tasha.”

Oh God.

His hand was still wrapped tight around my waist, fingers syed possessively like he was gripping a príze he’d fought the world for. And his voice–f**k–his voice was calm, but it wasn’t gentle. It was brutal. Final. A

verdict.

“You and your mother need to get that straight into your skull,” he added, and I swear my stomach dropped

and fluttered at the same time. “She’s not some toyi. /iShe’s not a fling. She’s mine. My Omega. The one the

Moon gave me. The one I f**k until she’s hoarse and shaking. The one I knot iraw/ii, /iover and over, until her

p***y remembers my shape.”

Tasha just stared at us. Frozen. Like she couldn’t process what was happening.

And Cami–oh God, Cami snapped.

She let out this wounded sob and stumbled toward her daughter, tears streaking down her cheeks like rain

over ss.

“Baby,” she choked, grabbing Tasha’s arms, “he’s been f*****g her. He’s been f*****g Lyra.”

Tasha blinked, her eyes darting between her mother and me, her mouth twitching like it couldn’t decide

whether to drop open or scream.

“W–what?”

Cami nodded like it physically hurt. “He’s been f*****g her for weeks. In this house. On the couch. In the guest room. In his office. She screams for him. I heard her. I heard her moan his name like she was being possessed.”

I wanted to speak. I really did. But my throat was tight, and my brain? Oh, f**k, my brain was spinning like I’d been thrown into a storm and all I could feel was Damon’s hand ion /ime. Holding me. iming me.

Cami kept going, her voice ragged and soaked in heartbreak. “He calls her his Omega. He says she’s going to carry his pups. He wants to breed her, Tasha. Your father’s going to put a baby inside her”

Tasha’s eyes mmed into mine.

And for a second I thought she might throw up.

Her gaze swept down to my lips–still kiss–bruised and swollen–then ito /imy hips, where Damon’s hand was still gripping me like a brand, like he’d rather burn alive than let go.

And then-

She looked at her dad.

At his shirt, rumpled. At the hunger still simmering in his eyes.

And I saw it. I felt it. The moment her heart cracked in half.

“WHAT THE bf/bb**/bk?!”