Stop Teasing Me Kitten
~Lyra
But then he said it.
“Well, I would have said yes,” Damon murmured, his voice rough and husky and sending little tingles straight to my toes. For a half–second, I smiled like victory was mine.
And then he finished.
“But that can wait, kitten.”
Wait.
Wait?
I blinked. My body didn’t even register it at first. I just lay there, frozen, eyes wide, lips parted like a confused little fish, trying to compute what the hell had just come out of his mouth. Damon Thornvale just said that
can wait. As in, boobs can wait. My boobs. You gotta be kidding me.
I slowly pushed myself up on my elbows, still dizzy, still achy, but now fueled entirely by dramatic disbelief
and a very strong need for answers. I stared at him like he’d grown two heads.
“Wait–hold on–what?” I said, blinking at him so hard I was starting to see stars. “Are you refusing me right
now?”
Damon lifted his eyes to mine. Calm. Unbothered. Like he didn’t just commit an act of war.
“I can’t believe this,” I continued, my voice already rising as I sat up straighter. “I actually cannot believe my
ears. Damon. Damon ‘I will bend you over the sink for breathing too loud‘ Thornvale is refusing to suck t**s.
My t**s. These tits.”
I dramatically gestured at my chest, cupping them like I was presenting twin miracles to a blind man.
“I’m sorry, are you feeling okay?” I asked, one eyebrow arched and my mouth halfway between a gasp and a
rant. “Did something hit your head? Are you concussed? Should I call a doctor? Because the man I know–the
one who f***s like he invented dominance and touches me like he’s starving–would never pass up an
invitation like that.”
“I can’t believe this,” I gasped, placing a hand dramatically on my chest like I was in the middle of a
telenovela. “I actually cannot believe my ears. “Do you need help? Are you ill? Should I check your
temperature? Blink twice if you’re possessed.”
I wasn’t done. Oh no.
“In fact,” I said, sitting up straighter like I was about to deliver a full TED Talk, “I feel personally disrespected on behalf of my n*****s. They’ve been through a lot. Trauma. Frostbite. Emotional betrayal. And now y telling me they don’t even get a kiss goodnight? Wow. Incredible. Cancel the wedding. Tell the Moon Goddess I want a divorce.”
He had the nerve to smirk.
That sexy, annoying little curl of his lip that meant he was enjoying this. He loved when I spiraled. He thought it was cute. Which only made me spiral harder.
Stop Teasing Me Kitten
“I am a generous, giving, emotionally available Omega,” I continued, waving a hand like I was listing my qualifications on a reality dating show. “I offer you my heart. My soul. My very delicious boobs. And you say wait? What next? You gonna tell me we should ‘talk about our feelings‘ first and take a walk under the stars like we’re in a Nicholas Sparks movie?”
“No, no, kitten,” he said quickly. “It’s not like I’m refusing. Trust me, I want to. I really, really want to
“Then what’s the hold–up, Mr. Muscle Daddy?” I asked, hands on hips, eyes narrowed. “Because I’m two seconds away from writing a complaint letter to the Council of Alphas”
He sighed–sighed, like I was the exhausting one here–then moved to sit up beside me. His eyes were serious now, and his voice dropped low.
“Remember the pregnancy test?”
My mouth closed.
My drama paused.
Oh.
Right.
That.
“Yes, kitten,” he said, gently now, his voice smoothing over my nerves like warm honey. “I thought instead of taking you out of this bed to go hunt for a pregnancy test after everything, it would be better if the pack
doctor came here to check you out.”
My heart stuttered.
“She’s already on her way,” he added, reaching for my hand and squeezing it softly, like he knew I was about to go full meltdown mode.
“She’ll examine you. She’ll make sure the powder you inhaled didn’t affect anything. Not your body. Not the baby. She’ll run every test necessary. And once that’s done, once I know you’re safe and that the baby’s okay… you can have Daddy all to yourself.”
I swear, the way he said it almost made me forget how to breathe. Like, the room could have been on fire, the floor could have opened up and swallowed the bed whole, and I still would’ve been stuck right there- half–leaning into his chest, clutching his stupidly perfect hand, and trying to process the fact that Damon Thornvale just said I can have Daddy all to myself like it was a sentence meant for daytime conversations and not the start of a very illegal fantasy.
My mouth dropped open slightly. I stared at him like he had just offered me front row seats to the apocalypse and a lollipop.
just to be
“All of you?” I asked, blinking slowly not because I was innocent but because I knew exactly what I was doing. I tilted my head like I was going asking about taxes, not s*x, and fluttered my lashes
annoying.
He smirked.
That dangerous kind of smirk. The kind that starts with a lip twitch and ends with someone getting tied to a headboard.
Stop Teasing Me Kitten
“Yes, kitten,” he said, and his voice dropped even lower like it was physically trying to crawl under my skin
All of me.”
Oh my God. Okay. What the hell was I supposed to do with that? My whole body reacted. Like my n perked up, my core clenched, and my brain said, Ma’am, this is not a drill.
And of course, because I’m eighteen and chronically incapable of leaving well enough alone, I opened my
mouth again.
“I saw this in a movie once,” I said slowly, dragging the words out like I was laying the groundwork for something deeply inappropriate. My fingers twitched with excitement. My smile curled up on one side. I knew I was about to say something that would either make Damon combust or pounce–and honestly, either was
fine with me.
His brow lifted. “Oh?” he asked, clearly intrigued but already suspicious of me. “What kind of movie, kitten?”
“The hot kind,” I said sweetly, then bit my lip in a way that was 100 percent intentional. “And I’ve always
wanted us to try it.”
He leaned in a little. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his jaw flexed like he was already fighting off ten dirty thoughts just to remain seated. “What exactly do you want us to try?”
“Cosplay,” I whispered, dropping the word like it was a sacred spell. “I’ll be the teacher… and you’ll be the
student.”
For a moment, he didn’t say anything. He just stared at me. And the way his eyes darkened? Yeah. That was
the moment I knew I’d won.
His fingers tightened slightly on my thigh, and he leaned in just close enough that his breath fanned across
my ear.
“You naughty little girl,” he growled against my skin, and the second those words hit my ear, my whole body reacted like it had been flipped on like a light switch.
My n*****s hardened through the thin fabric of my shirt, my thighs squeezed together without permission, and my spine arched the tiniest bit, just enough for him to feel how much I wanted him without me having to say another word.
But of course, I said more anyway. I always do. Because I talk too damn much, and clearly have no concept of shutting up when a sexy, dangerous Alpha is hovering over me with that look in his eyes.
I couldn’t help myself. I smirked. I dragged my fingers slowly up his chest, eyes locked on his like I was about to commit an actual crime and wanted him to watch me do it.
“I’d sit on the desk,” I began, voice smooth and sweet like honey that could drown you if you weren’t careful.” Wearing the tiniest skirt you’ve ever seen. Like, short enough to make someone fail a class just from looking at it. And it would ride up every time I crossed my legs. And I wouldn’t even fix it. I’d just let you stare.”
Damon didn’t move. But I saw his jaw tighten. That vein in his neck ticked. His breathing sh scary–calm way he does right before he ruins me.
in that
“And I’d wear glasses,” I went on, like I wasn’t already pushing my luck, “not because I need them, but because I want to look like I’ll ruin your life and grade your paper at the same time. I’d cross my legs like a lady but smirk like a w***e. I’d say, ‘Mr. Thornvale, can you explain why you haven’t turned in your assignment this week?‘ while I pop a lollipop into my mouth and pretend not to notice how hard you are under the desk
Stop Teasing de Katten
He blinked. Slowly. The kind of blink men do right before they bite.
I leaned in, whispering now, letting the filth drip from my tongue like I was built for sin. “And when you give me that stupid smirk and say something cocky like I was too busy thinking about you, Miss; I’d make you kneel. Right there, in front of the desk. I’d slide my chair back, open my legs, and tell you to prove your
devotion.”
Damon still hadn’t spoken. He hadn’t even blinked again. He was stone. Steel. Every muscle in his body coiled
tight like a bomb.
“I’d tell you you’re not allowed to stop,” I added, dragging my fingers down his abs now, “not until I give you an A+ and moan your name loud enough for the whole hallway to hear. And even then, I’d make you stay after school. For detention. You’d sit on your knees while I grade your performance with my thighs wrapped around your face.”
That was it. That was the moment he broke.
His hand grabbed my thigh, hard, fingers digging into the flesh like he was two seconds from dragging me across the bed. But he still didn’t move further. He just stared at me with fire in his eyes.
“Kitten,” he said, his voice a low, dangerous growl, “if you keep talking, I am going to forget we’re waiting for the pack doctor and f**k you so hard your ‘after school‘ fantasy becomes a week–long coma.”
I gasped.
And then, like the absolute chaos demon I am, I smiled.
“So you do want to do it.”
He exhaled sharply through his nose, the kind of exhale men do when they’re hanging onto their last thread of sanity. “You’re evil.”
“I’m creative,” I corrected sweetly, tilting my head and batting my lashes. “And also very committed to your academic success, Mr. Thornvale.”
Royalty Writes
#Vote# Hope you enjoy. But dont you just love lyra And do well to check my new book okay Daddy Alpha, I’m In Heat. Tell me what you think. I am a bit scared. But I trust that all would be fine.
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