Beg Me Kitten

Beg Me bKitten /b

~Lyrab~ /b

“Come here, kitten.”

The second those words rolled out of his mouth, slow and deep and thick with that Alpha growl he knows

drives me insane, my thighs clenched so hard I swear I saw stars for a second.

My entire body responded instantly. My breath caught, my n*****s tightened against his shirt, and my bp/bb***/bby/bb? /bMy p***y pulsed like it had just been called by name.

But I didn’t move.

Oh, no.

I didn’t bf/b*****g move an inch.

Instead, I stood there in the middle of the room, barefoot and flushed and soaked with the aftershock of war and lust and pride, and I stared at him with smile on my face that was far too sweet to be innocent.

“You want me toe to you?” I asked, letting the words drag out of my mouth like honey over a de. “Just like that? After everything I just did? After I turned your ex into a broken sobbing mess and made your daughter cry in front of you like she was six again?”

He didn’t answer. Not with words. But I saw his hand twitch. His jaw flexed. His eyes darkened like he wanted to rip the walls off this house and throw me onto whatever was left. And that only made it worse. That only

made me wetter.

“God, you’re so bossy,” I purred, swaying on my feet like I was about to give in–only to pull back again.

“You stand there, looking all bloodstained and dangerous with your voice deep and your hand still twitching like you’re deciding whether to grab my throat or throw me over your shoulder, and you think just sayinge here is enough to make me crawl?”

I took one slow step forward, just enough for him to smell me. I was dripping. I could feel it. My heat was back, flooding me like it wanted to ruin the floor under my feet.

The scent of it was thick in the room, mixing with his blood and my sweat and the fading trace of Tasha’s perfume that was slowly, finally, being erased.

“You don’t even know what it felt like watching you grab her,” I whispered, my voice thick with filth. “Wat your hand wrap around her throat. Watching her eyes go wide while you told her you’d forget she was byour /bdaughter. I swear to the fb*****/bg Moon, Damon–I almost came right there.”

His fingers curled at his sides. His teeth clenched. His entire chest rose like he was holding back a bsnarl/b.

I took another step. But not close enough for him to grab me. I knew the edge. I knew exactly how far bI /bbcould /b

go before he broke.

“You’re still holding back,” bI /bsaidb, /blicking my bottom lip bslow/bb. /b“And I bdon’t /bbget /bbit/b. You blet /bbme /bbfight /bbyour /bbfamily/b, you let me scream buntil /bmy vojce cracked, byou /bstood there and watched bme /bbtell /bbthem /bbto /bbget /bbthe /bf**bk /bbout /bbof /bthis house–and now what? You’re just going bto /bbstand /bthere band /bwhisper bfor /bbme /bbto /bbe /bbto /bbyou/bb?/bb” /b

b1 /btilted my bhead/b. My bvoice /bdipped lower.

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“Say please,” I said, pouting. “Beg your naughty blittle /bLuna bto /bcrawl bto /bbyou/b. bOr /bbbetter /bbyet/b… be /bbget /bbme /b

He took one step forward.

I immediately took one step back.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” I said,ughing breathlessly. “You like watching me run my bmouth/b. bYou /blike knowing I’m standing here dripping under your shirt with nothing on, mouthing boff /blike I bdon’t /bbknow /byou’re two seconds away from snapping and f*****g me through the damn floor.”

My hand slid between my thighs. Just the tip of my fingers. I didn’t touch anything deep. Just enough bto /bgather the slick and bring it back up to my lips. I licked it slowly, dramatically, and then smiled.

“I taste like your f*****g Luna,” I said. “Do you have any idea how badly I need you right nowi? /iDo you bhave /bbany /bidea how wet I got the second you hit her? I was standing here soaked and proud and f*****g buzzing bfor /bbyou /bwhile you made them leave.”

He growled. Loud. Sharp. The kind that made my nb*****/bs pinch even harder and my breath catch in my bthroat/bb. /b

Still, I didn’t stop as I pulled the shirt of my body.

“You’re still dressed,” I said, pouting again. “And that’s rude, Daddy. Because I’m right here, bare, soaked for you, and you’re just… waiting. Standing there like you’re not going to grab me and make me scream your

name until the whole pack hears me.”

I stepped even closer this time, close enough for his fingers to brush my waist–but I danced out of reach

again with a giggle.

“You want me toe here?” I whispered. “You want me to crawl to you on my knees and beg for byour /bknot

while you growl in my ear and tell me I’m yours?”

I paused.

My voice dropped to a soft, dirty whimper.

“Thene make me.”

I didn’t want soft.

I wanted that thing behind his eyes to break.

So I circled him.

Slow.

One step. Then another. Like I was stalking him. Like I was the predator in heat and he was the preyb–/bbbig/b, dangerous, and begging to be unchained.

I let my fingers drag across his shoulders. Down his spine. Over his arm where the bmuscle /bflexed so

almost moaned. I leaned close enough for my breath to tickle the back of his neck.

“You’re trembling,” I whispered, and my voice was dripping with it. Dirty. Breathless. Sweet like bpoison/bb. /bb“/bbIs /bbit /bthat hard not to grab me? You want to be good, don’t you, Daddy? You want bto /bshow me you have bcontrol/b.

That you’re calm. That you can handle a mouthy little Omega without snapping.”

I giggled. Soft. But it cut.

“But I know the truth,” I purred. “You’re one second away from losing bit/b. bYou’re /bbstanding /bbthere /bbthinking /bbabout /b

Beg Me Kitten

everything you could do to me and trying to be civilized. But guess whatb?/bb” /b

I slipped back around in front of him, slowly dragging my hands down the center of his chestb, /bbstopping /bbright /b

babove /bhis belt.

“I bdon’t /bwant civilized.”

I looked up bat /bhim, my eyes wide and wet and wild, and I dragged one hand under his shirtb, /bsliding bmy /bfingers

up his abs, nails lightly scratching over the ridges of heat and skin until I felt his breath stutterb, /b

“I want rough,” I said. “I want the version of you that pped your daughter and threw iyour /iex out bwith /bnothing but a look. I want the version that grabbed her throat and made my p***y gush without even btouching /bme.”

I pressed closer. Not all the way. Not enough to touch. Just close enough that he could feel the heat bof /bme

through the air between us.

“Because I’m still wet,” I whispered. “Still dripping. thighs glued together, breathless, wrecked–and byou’re /bdoing nothing about it. And that’s cruel.”

His nostrils red.

Good.

I licked my lips, dragged my hand back down his chest, slower this time. Teasing every button. Every line of

heat I could feel under the fabric. My voice dropped again.

“You know what I need, don’t you?”

He didn’t speak.

But I saw the hunger in his eyes. The violence shaking in his muscles. The grip in his jaw like he was biting

back a growl.

“You know I can’t go to sleep like this,” I murmured. “Not with your scent all over me and your knot still missing from my cunt. Not when I stood here and defended you with my mouth while my p***y was soaking down my thighs. Not when I told your daughter to get the f**k out and I was soaking wet the entire time.”

I gasped, softly, teasing my fingers under the hem of the shirt.

“I should be punished,” I whispered, fluttering myshes. “Right? For teasing you? For mouthing off? For telling them to leave like I run the house? For falling for Cami’s lies?b” /b

I leaned up onto my toes and whispered against his lips.

“Or maybe I should be rewarded.”

The words left my lips like a secret I already knew the answer to. And I didn’t pull away. I bdidn’t /bbl. even breathe. I just leaned closer–so close our mouths almost touched–and I whispered it.

Slow. Dirty. Shameless.

bdidn’t /b

“I want your c**k in my throat first,b” /bbI /bsaid, and my voice was breathless, wrecked, all sweet bseduction /bband /b

heat–drenched filth.

“I want to choke on it until my eyes tear up and my makeup runs. I want you bto /bgrab my hair band /bbf/bb**/bbk /bbmy /bbface /bbuntil /bmy knees give out and I’m drooling like ba /bstupid little heat–drunk Omega.

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“And then–when you’ve ruined my voice–I want you to bend me over, bspread /bbmy /bbthighs/b, band /bm bthat /bbknot /b

binto /bme blike /bI’m not even worth being gentle with. I want you bto /bbf/b**k me so hard I bforget /bbmy /bbname/bb. /bbI /bbwant /byour bc/bb*/bm in my womb, Daddy. I want to feel it dripping bout /bof me while I sleep.”

I bdidn’t /bget to say another word.

Because that was the moment he snapped.

He moved so fast it knocked the air out of me. One of his hands mmed around my bthroat/bb, /bbgrabbing /bme blike /b

bI /bbelonged there, like I was nothing but his to break.

His palm was hot, wide, firm–his thumb pressed into the side of my neck while his fingers curled btight/bb, /bband /bbI /bgasped so hard it turned into a moan. My feet stumbled backward, but he followed, pushing me until my

back hit the wall and my whole body jolted.

“Oh my fb*****/bg–Damon,” I gasped, my voice breaking as his hand held my neck tight, not enough to hurt bbut /benough to make me feel it, enough to make my p***y clench like I was already full.

And then his other hand grabbed my breast.

Not softly.

He didn’t grope. He didn’t ease me into it. He twisted my nb****/be between two fingers so hard I cried out.

“f**k,” I moaned, arching into him. “f**k–yes–harder-”

He didn’t say a word.

He pinched harder.

Twisted it.

Rolled it between his fingers like he was punishing me for everything that had juste out of my filthy mouth. And the pain–oh God, the pain was so hot it went straight to my core. My cunt clenched like it was aching, like it was begging, like it would scream if he didn’t fill me soon.

“Daddy,” I gasped, eyes fluttering, back arching, “please–I need–f**k, I need it–your mouth, your cb**/bbk/b, your knot–I need everything-”

“You want to tease?” he growled, voice feral against my ear. “You want to run your little mouth and act like I won’t bf/b**k the brat out of you.

But before I could speak again, before I could offer one more breathless whimper of please, he leaned in, eyes burning, voice a low growl that sank straight into my bones.

“Beg me, kitten.”

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