THate You Damon
I Hate You Damon
~Lyra~
“Why are you so mean to me?” I sobbed, my voice cracking like a freaking earthquake was about to erupt
from my throat.
I smacked his bare chest with my open palm..more than once. Not enough to hurt him, because obviously that man is built like a statue carved by horny gods–but enough to let him know I was deeply offended, betrayed, and emotionally spiraling into an Alpha–induced meltdown.
“You don’t even care about me! You just care about your stupid legacy and your stupid Alpha pride and your stupid pup inside me that won’t even let me eat spicy food without vomiting or leaking milk through my shirt or falling asleep in the middle of cartoons!”
I was wailing now. Wailing. My face was blotchy. My lips were trembling. And I was pretty sure my brain had melted into a hormonal soup of sobs and overthinking. But I didn’t care. I was on a roll. I had things to say and I was going to say them with tears and spit and a dramatic arm wave.
“You don’t even understand what it’s like!” I cried, clutching a throw pillow to my chest like it could absorb my trauma. “You’re not the one who has to waddle around with heavy boobs and aching hips and il bladder every thirty seconds! You’re not the one who has to cry at diaper commercials or get arouss waffles or scream into a pillow because you don’t even understand what’s going on with you
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He tried to speak. I cut him off immediately with another burst of tears and a very dramatic flop backward
onto the bed.
“And now you want to homeschool me? On a yacht? While I’m leaking milk and missing prom and not even getting a senior quote in the yearbook because apparently I’m now a full–time Omega breeder with no rights or personal freedom or teenage memories left?! Damon! That is evil! That is genuinely evil! I hope your knot
falls off in the middle of a board meeting!”
He exhaled.. Like a man who had dealt with hurricanes before and was now watching one scream into satin
sheets.
I sniffled. I hiccupped. I wailed again.
“You said you love me,” I cried, my voice cracking like a damn thunderstorm, “but you’re ruining my life! I’m just a baby! I don’t know what I’m doing! I don’t know how to be a mother! I haven’t even gone to college yet!
He moved toward me again.
I sat up, wild–eyed and red–faced and snot–nosed like a goddamn chaotic disaster.
“Don’t touch me!” I yelled, clutching the blanket to my chest like it could stop him. “I mean it! I’m mad at you! I’m mad and I’m emotional and I have back pain and n****e pain and heart pain and you don’t get to fix it with your stupid perfect hands and your big dumb body and your weirdly gentle aftercare that makes me fall in love with you even when I’m trying to be mad!”
He said nothing,
So naturally, I started crying again.
“I hate you!” I sobbed. “I love you so much and I hate you so much and I want to bite you and cuddle you at
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the same time and I want spicy noodles and a graduation cap and I want to go to Target without crying or getting stopped because someone smelled your knot in me and thought I was already mated!”
I was a mess. A full–blown, Alpha–ruined, teenage mess. And I didn’t even care.
Because I meant every word.
I didn’t want a perfect life. I wanted my life. And I wanted Damon in it. But I also wanted space to be young
and dumb and dramatic and stupid and maybe a little bit rebellious without being locked in a house like a delicate little pregnancy doll he had to shelter from the world.
And he needed to know that.
Even if I had to scream it through tears.
“You don’t get to make all the decisions,” I whispered, wiping my face with the back of my hand. “You don’t get to take away everything that made me me, Damon. Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I stopped being a person. I still want things. I still feel things. I’m still Lyra. Not just your kitten. Not just your Omega.
I’m me.”
There was a pause.
Then a shift.
the softest,
He moved slowly. Reached for me like I was something sacred. Pulled me into his arms lik most breakable thing he’d ever held. And this time, I didn’t fight it. I melted. I collapsed into hiccuping and sniffling, with my arms wrapped around his neck and my forehead buried in his shoulder.
“I hear you,” he whispered into my hair. “I hear everything.”
He held me for a long moment. Just his chest rising and falling against my cheek, his hand stroking up and down my spine like he was soothing a wild, crying creature that had finally given up the fight. My tears were slowing. My breathing was calming. But my lip was still jutted out in a pout so deep it could’ve had its own zip code.
He kissed the top of my head, soft and slow, and then his voice dropped into that dark, teasing register that always made my n*****s betray me
“Do you wanna bite me, kitten? Would inflicting pain in me make you feel better?“Damon asked, his voice low and dark, the kind of teasing threat that made my n*****s harden and my thighs squeeze together instantly.
He looked so calm, so collected, sitting there like he hadn’t just been body–slammed by my hormone–fueled tantrum. His palm was still resting on my lower back, hot and steady, like he was daring me to keep
misbehaving.
“Yes,” I said without hesitation, my bottom lip sticking out in a pout so deep it could’ve been a damn trench. I looked him dead in the eye, unapologetic and unbothered, because I meant it. I wanted to bite him. I needed to bite him. I wanted him to feel it.
“Then do it,” he challenged, one brow raised, like he didn’t think I had the guts.
Oh, he was asking for it.
Without breaking eye contact, I rose onto my knees, grabbed his shoulder with both hands, leaned in, and sank my teeth into the thick muscle between his neck and collarbone with all the force my bratty little jaw
could muster.
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the same time and I want spicy noodles and a graduation cap and I want to go to Target without crying or getting stopped because someone smelled your knot in me and thought I was already mated!”
I was a mess. A full–blown, Alpha–ruined, teenage mess. And I didn’t even care,
Because I meant every word.
I didn’t want a perfect life. I wanted my life. And I wanted Damon in it. But I also wanted space to be young and dumb and dramatic and stupid and maybe a little bit rebellious without being locked in a house like a delicate little pregnancy doll he had to shelter from the world.
And he needed to know that.
Even if I had to scream it through tears.
“You don’t get to make all the decisions,” I whispered, wiping my face with the back of my hand. “You don’t get to take away everything that made me me, Damon. Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I stopped being a person. I still want things. I still feel things. I’m still Lyra. Not just your kitten. Not just your Omega.
I’m me.”
There was a pause.
Then a shift.
he softest,
He moved slowly. Reached for me like I was something sacred. Pulled me into his arms like I we
most breakable thing he’d ever held. And this time, I didn’t fight it. I melted. I collapsed into hir hiccuping and sniffling, with my arms wrapped around his neck and my forehead buried in his sider.
“hear you,” he whispered into my hair. “I hear everything.”
He held me for a long moment. Just his chest rising and falling against my cheek, his hand stroking up and
down my spine like he was soothing a wild, crying creature that had finally given up the fight. My tears were
slowing. My breathing was calming. But my lip was still jutted out in a pout so deep it could’ve had its own
zip code.
He kissed the top of my head, soft and slow, and then his voice dropped into that dark, teasing register that
always made my n*****s betray me
“Do you wanna bite me, kitten? Would inflicting pain in me make you feel better?“Damon asked, his voice low and dark, the kind of teasing threat that made my n*****s harden and my thighs squeeze together instantly.
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He looked so calm, so collected, sitting there like he hadn’t just been body–slammed by my hormone–fueled tantrum. His palm was still resting on my lower back, hot and steady, like he was daring me to keep
misbehaving.
“Yes,” I said without hesitation, my bottom lip sticking out in a pout so deep it could’ve been a damn trench. I
looked him dead in the eye, unapologetic and unbothered, because I meant it. I wanted to bite him. I needed
to bite him. I wanted him to feel it.
“Then do it,” he challenged, one brow raised, like he didn’t think I had the guts.
Oh, he was asking for it.
Without breaking eye contact, I rose onto my knees, grabbed his shoulder with both hands, leaned in, and sank my teeth into the thick muscle between his neck and collarbone with all the force my bratty little jaw; could muster.
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“Ouch,” Damon growled, flinching slightly as I bit down hard enough to leave a very real imprint. His body tensed, but he didn’t push me away. If anything, his grip on my waist tightened like he liked it.
I didn’t stop immediately. I held my bite like it was a personal statement. Like I was stamping my Omega rage onto his perfect Alpha flesh. I only released him when I was satisfied, licking the red mark with smug pride before leaning back and crossing my arms.
“That’s what you get,” I said, lifting my chin. “That’s for ruining my senior year, for saying I’m too swollen to go to school, and for making me cry like five times this morning. Oh, and for not letting me make my own
decisions”
He stared at me, dead silent, like he couldn’t believe I actually did it. Then his eyes slowly dropped to his shoulder, where the shape of my teeth was now glowing red against his skin.
“You just f*****g marked me,” he muttered, dragging his hand down his jaw, clearly trying not to smirk. “You bit me like a little wildcat.”
“I did,” I said proudly, still straddling his lap like the menace I was. “And I’d do it again. Maybe harder.”
Before I could blink, Damon’s hands locked around my hips, yanking me forward so abruptly I gasped and grabbed his shoulders for balance. I was now fully pressed against him, his c**k thick and hard beneath me,
his chest rising with every sharp breath.
“You little menace,” he growled, fingers digging into my ass like he was ready to flip me over lesson for being mouthy. “You really think I won’t f**k you stupid for that?”
bach me a
“You threatened me first,” I shot back, squirming in his lap even though my entire body was already vibrating with need again. “And you’ve been acting like a dictator all morning, Damon. You deserved it.”
His eyes darkened as they dropped to my chest, where my breasts were still flushed and sensitive, n*****S leaking little droplets onto my skin. He didn’t look away. He didn’t blink. He licked his lips slowly, and then met my gaze again like he could smell exactly how wet I already was.
“You’re leaking,” he said, voice raspier now. “Again.”
“Because I’m mad,” I snapped, trying not to blush. “And aroused. And very emotionally overwhelmed. And I will not apologize for it.”
“You bit me.”
“I should’ve bitten your dick.”
“You’re lucky I don’t flip you over and knot you until you pass but again.”
“You’re lucky I don’t call the cops and report you for Alpha harassment.”
“You’re lucky I love you,” he muttered under his breath, hands still gripping me like I was his only source of oxygen. “Because if I didn’t, kitten, I’d have you crying on this bed for a very different reason right now.”
I froze.
Just a little.
Because the way he said that? The way his voice dipped, the way his eyes gleamed like he was this close to snapping again?
I wanted it.
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I hated how much I wanted it.
I clenched around nothing. My body reacted without permission. And when I looked up at him again, I knew
he felt it too.
He leaned closer, brushing his mouth over the shell of my ear, and his breath alone made my skin pebble with
heat.
“Bite me again,” he whispered, voice pure sin. “And I’ll take you right here. I’ll bend you over this bed, milk dripping from your t**s, belly pressed to the sheets, and I’ll breed you all over again while you cry into the pillow.”
I swallowed hard, lips parted, brain short–circuiting at the image alone. Every inch of my body was screaming yes. Every hormone in my bloodstream was lighting up like a fire alarm. And I hated him for it.
“I dare you,” he growled, pulling back just enough to stare into my eyes. “Do it.”
I didn’t bite him again.
Not yet.
But oh, I was thinking about it. Very, very hard.
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#Vote# Oh how much I love Damon and Lyra chemistry
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