Bite Me Kitten
Bite Me Kitten
~Damon~
I didn’t want her going to school anymore. It wasn’t up for debate. It wasn’t negotiable. It wasn’t something I would even entertain as a possibility, no matter how many times she cried or screamed or pouted in my face.
The decision was made the second I knew she was pregnant with my pups, and no tantrum..no matter how dramatic or wet or emotionally manipulative was going to change that.
But the pregnancy wasn’t the only reason.
My daughter goes to that school.
And not just any daughter.
Tasha.
The most unhinged, manipulative, emotionally violent girl I have ever known who is worse than her f*****g
dead mother.
She is not innocent. She is not sweet. She is not some confused little girl mourning her broken family. She is
calculated, vindictive, smart enough to see everything, and cruel enough to act on it.
And when she finds out Lyra is pregnant, it won’t be jealousy. It won’t be drama. It will be
And she would never–never–tolerate Lyra walking into school, visibly pregnant, dripping in my scent, marked
in every way that matters, glowing and leaking and adored.
That would trigger something dark in her. And I don’t care if people think I’m being paranoid or
overprotective. I know my daughter. I know what she’s capable of. And I will not give her the opportunity to so
much as look at Lyra the wrong way.
I will not risk it.
I don’t want anything stressing my kitten. Not hormones. Not judgmental stares. Not a f*****g hallway full of teenagers gossiping behind their screens.
Not the teachers asking if she needs time off. Not girls in school whispering about how fast she’s gaining
weight or asking who the father is. And especially not Tasha.
So no, she’s not going back.
She will be homeschooled.
Safe. Comfortable. Protected.
And I already have plans in motion..real plans. I’m not just talking. I’m preparing the next step. We’re leaving
this place. Leaving this house. I
have another property overseas, far from the pack, far from my Alpha duties, far from the world that keeps demanding pieces of me. A quiet place. Private. Secure. A sanctuary where she can carry my pups without fear or noise or interruption.
If I have to step back from my role as Alpha, so be it. If I have to cancel meetings, walk out on business, dismantle deals..fine. I’ll burn the empire down if it means I can watch her belly grow and rub her swollen feet
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and carry her from room to room when she’s too tired to walk.
I want to be there for everything. The cravings. The tantrums. The hormones. The ultrasounds. The morning sickness and the midnight tears and the sacred moments when she talks to my pups through her skin like
they can hear her.
I want all of it.
She doesn’t see that yet. Right now, she’s overwhelmed. She’s raging, crying, clinging to every last piece of
normalcy she thinks she’s losing. Her emotions are running wild. Her body’s changing. Her life’s shifting
faster than she can process. And I get it. I do.
But she’s mine.
And I know what she needs.
So when I pulled her into my arms and felt her trembling with frustration and fire, I said the only thing I knew
would snap her out of her spiral long enough to breathe again.
“Do you wanna bite me?”
She didn’t even blink. That pout deepened, those eyes narrowed, and her voice came out hot and bratty and
full of venom.
“Yes.”
Then she bit me.
Not playfully. Not softly. Not gently testing her strength like a shy little kitten. She leaned in, gripped my shoulder, and sank her teeth in like she was claiming blood.
“******g hell, kitten,” I groaned, jerking from the force of it. “You are a feisty little one.”
She only pulled back when she was satisfied, her lips brushing the mark like she was proud of it. She didn’t
apologize.
She didn’t flinch. She looked me straight in the eye and spoke with all the sugar and spite in her spoiled little
body.
“Be grateful I didn’t bite your dick.”
And there she was.
My chaos.
My Omega.
My perfect little monster with heavy t**s and attitude in her bones.
I smirked, hand sliding down to her ass, gripping it hard enough to make her gasp. I tilted my head, leaned in close, and whispered into her mouth.
“Why don’t you do it then, kitten?” I said slowly, dragging every word out like a promise. “Bite Daddy’s dick.” I said, letting the words slide from my mouth like silk wrapped in venom.
I didn’t say it as a joke. I didn’t say it to make her blush. I said it because I f*****g meant it. I wanted to feel her teeth.
I wanted her on her knees, lips stretched around the c**k that had claimed every inch of her. I wanted her
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bratty little mouth open wide while her eyes stared up at me, daring me to break her again.
I gripped her ass, pulled her tighter onto my lap, and felt the heat of her cunt. She was already f*****g ruined just from the way I was talking to her. I hadn’t even touched her the way I wanted yet, and she was already
falling apart.
“You’ve got a mouth on you, kitten,” I whispered, dragging my fingers up her spine, letting them rest at the nape of her neck like a leash.
“You scream. You pout. You throw tantrums like a baby who forgot she was bred last night until her brain
stopped working. And now you want to punish me? You want to bite me again? Then do it right. Bite Daddy’s
cock.”
She didn’t move, but her breathing changed. Her eyes locked onto mine like she was testing her limits.
Her bottom lip trembled, still slick from the tears she cried minutes ago. Her n*****s were tight, swollen, leaking. Her thighs were flexing on either side of my lap. Her body was saying yes. Loudly.
I brought my mouth to her ear, my breath hot against her skin, every word designed to make her squirm.
“Get off my lap. Crawl between my legs. Look up at me with those big, glassy eyes while you open that filthy little mouth. Take me in. Bite me while you suck. Make me feel your attitude with those perfect f*****g teeth.
Mark me. Scar me. I’ll let you. But you won’t like what comes after.”
I slid one hand down to her cunt and cupped the soaked heat between her thighs. She jerked. Sh aned.
She melted into my touch like she didn’t care anymore about school or crying or any of that f***
nonsense.
“You’re already dripping for it,” I growled into her neck. “And I haven’t even put you on your knees yet.”
I licked up her jawline, slow and brutal, then pulled her face back with one hand in her hair, just tight enough
to remind her who she belonged to.
“You bite Daddy’s c**k and I promise I’ll reward you. I’ll f**k your throat raw. I’ll hold your head still with one hand and f**k so deep you forget how to swallow. I’ll thrust past your lips until your mascara runs and you start leaking down your thighs again without me even touching your pussy.”
She whimpered.
I smiled..
shoulder
“I want your teeth. I want you brave. I want you messy and reckless and mine. You think biting my makes you bold? Then prove it. Put those pretty lips where they belong. Wrap them around the c**k that put pups in your belly and mark me there.
I tilted her chin up, met her eyes, and dragged my thumb across her bottom lip before slipping it into her mouth. She sucked. Instinctively. Perfectly.
“That’s it,” I murmured, watching her suck my thumb like she was born for it. Her lips closed around it, soft and warm, her tongue swirling instinctively like she couldn’t help it.
Her eyes locked on mine, wide and glossy, still full of that attitude, but now trembling under the weight of everything she was feeling, “Good girl. Just like that. You know how to use that mouth when you want
something, don’t you?”
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She whimpered softly, and I pushed my thumb deeper into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue, watching her throat bob as she tried to breathe through her nose, milk still trickling down her bare chest like she was offering herself to be worshipped.
“Now imagine that’s my c**k,” I said, slow and filthy, my voice dragging heat across her skin. “Heavy on your tongue. Thick in your throat. Your jaw aching from how wide you’re holding it for me.
“Your eyes full of tears because I won’t let you stop. My hand in your hair. My hips grinding forward while you choke for air, and I say good girl through every thrust.”
She moaned around my thumb.
I pulled it out slowly, trailing a string of spit from her lip, and used it to draw a wet line down the center of her chest, between her t**s, over the soft curve of her belly, all the way down to the waistband of her panties.
“Scar me where it matters. Let me feel it every time I sink into your cunt and f**k you like you’re nothing but a womb to breed and a throat to own.”
I cupped her p***y, pressed my palm flat against her, and felt the way she throbbed. Desperate. Aching. So wet I could feel it dripping through.
My hand moved in slow, torturous circles, just enough to make her gasp but not enough to let her c*m. “You think I’m joking?” I growled, mouth close to hers again. “You think this is a game? You bit me once, and now you think you’re brave.
But that was just your teeth. Your mouth hasn’t even earned a reaction yet. You want to impres want to make me grunt? Make me growl? Make me lose control?”
dy? You
I pulled her hair harder, tilted her head all the way back, and looked into her eyes like I was reading her
thoughts.
I dragged my tongue up the side of her neck, slow and filthy, tasting the salt of her sweat and the milk that had dribbled all the way up to her collarbone.
My hand moved back to her soaked p***y, and I pressed two fingers against the fabric, rubbing in tight, merciless circles that made her gasp and jerk in my lap.
“Do you feel that?” I growled. “That’s how wet you are just from being told what to do.
I brought my mouth right up to her ear, my voice rough and low and filthy enough to brand her from the inside
out.
“You wanna make me grunt, baby?” I whispered. “Wanna see what happens when you bite the same c**k that made you a mommy? Get on your knees.
Let me feed you every inch, slow and deep. Leave your teeth where they shouldn’t be. And I’ll make sure the next knot you take comes down your throat while you cry for more.”
I gripped her thighs, lifted her, and shifted her down to the floor, gently but firmly, guiding her between my legs. She was panting. Shaking. Her eyes never left mine.
“Show Daddy what that mouth was made for,” I said, already unbuckling my belt. “Be the good girl I know you are. And bite me.”
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