Nursing the Alpha, page 16
So now I had to fake sleep when we wanted our somno fix. Pretend.
But watching him on those videos? Watching what he’d done to me back then?
That always made me come so hard.
I opened the folder and turned the TV on to connect the two devices. On the wide screen, the first thumbnail appeared of Seth, naked and magnificent in the moonlight, his muscles flexing as he bent over my sleeping form.
My breath came faster as the video played, the sound of Seth’s low groans filling the quiet room like he was here again, looming over me. On-screen, he gripped my hips, his thick cock disappearing into my sleeping body with brutal, hungry thrusts.
“You’re mine,” his recorded voice growled. “Even like this. Especially like this.”
I shuddered, pumping my cock lazily with one hand as I pinched my nipple with the other. Milk beaded instantly, and I gasped at the added rush of sensation.
God, I was soaked. My crease was slick, my belly warm under my palm as I rubbed gentle circles over the swell.
I imagined it was him. Seth behind me again, biting my shoulder as he fucked me stupid. His big hands on my chest, milking me, worshipping me.
The pressure coiled tighter low in my gut.
A thud.
Soft. A shift of air.
I jumped, my hand freezing on my cock, my eyes snapping to the doorway.
Seth.
He stood there, broad shoulders filling the frame, his dark eyes locked on me.
My stomach dropped. My face flamed hot with guilt. What was he doing here? Didn’t he say he would be late?
“Seth, I—”
“Don’t stop.”
His voice was calm. Rough. Dangerous.
My lips parted.
“You look so fucking good right now, baby. Keep going.”
Heat surged through me. I curled my fingers tighter around my shaft, stroking slowly as he stalked into the room.
He didn’t break eye contact as he shrugged out of his jacket, then his shirt, his muscles flexing with every movement.
When he stood before me, stripped to the waist, he cupped my jaw.
“God, look at you,” he murmured, brushing my flushed cheek with his thumb. “So worked up. Did my little omega really need me this bad?”
I nodded, breathless.
“Show me,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “Take these off.”
With shaking hands, I pushed my shorts down, baring myself fully. My cock stood flushed and leaking.
Seth’s eyes darkened. He kneeled between my legs and leaned in, his breath hot against my belly.
“Don’t you dare stop touching yourself.”
Then his mouth closed around my nipple.
I choked on a moan as he suckled hard, using his hand to knead the other swollen pec until milk sprayed against his palm.
The video still played on the screen. On it, Seth’s voice whispered filth as he pounded into my sleeping body.
Now his mouth was on me in real time.
I was surrounded. Overwhelmed.
I worked my hand faster on my cock, jerking my hips as I bucked into his mouth and palm.
“Seth, fuck—”
“That’s it, baby,” he growled against my chest. “Come for me.”
It hit me hard and fast.
I cried out, my cum striping my belly as my body seized under his mouth, his hand still coaxing more milk to spill over his fingers.
But he wasn’t done.
Seth stood, towering over me now, and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and hard and already glistening at the tip.
“Open,” he ordered.
I obeyed instantly, taking him deep into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head, and sucking hard.
“Good omega,” he groaned, his hand fisting in my hair.
I moaned around his length, working him with my mouth. He twitched and swelled as he neared the edge.
But just as I braced for the rush of him down my throat, he pulled back.
“Seth—” I gasped, dazed and needy.
“Shh.” He jerked himself hard, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of me—flushed, panting, milk-slick and trembling.
“Want to see you wear it.”
And with a low, broken growl, he came—thick ropes of hot cum painting my tits, my chest, streaking over the milk dripping from my swollen nipples.
I whimpered, staring up at him as his release slid down my skin, mixing with sweat and milk.
“Fuck, Flynn…” he groaned, still stroking as the last drops spilled across my flushed pecs.
“You’re perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.”
Seth’s dark eyes swept over me like I was something sacred and ruined just for him. My chest rose and fell, slick with milk and streaked with his cum, each breath hitching as the air cooled the mess clinging to my skin.
“Fuck, Flynn…” He smeared a drop of cum across my nipple. “You look like a fucking dream.”
I opened my mouth to answer, but all that came out was a broken whimper as he dipped his head low.
His tongue flicked out—slow and deliberate—tracing the curve of my pec.
I shivered violently as he licked up a streak of his release, humming low in his throat like I was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.
“God, you’re perfect,” he rasped. “You make me want to ruin you all over again.”
He latched onto my nipple, and I gasped as he suckled hard, drawing out a fresh rush of milk. It spilled over his lips, mixing with his cum, and he licked it away greedily, swallowing it down like a man starved.
I arched under him, gripping his hair as I cried out.
“Seth—”
“Shh,” he murmured against my chest, moving to my other nipple. “Don’t speak. Just let me clean up my pretty little mess.”
He licked a slow, hot stripe up the valley of my chest, gathering every trace of milk and cum he’d spread there on his tongue. The sound he made—low, guttural—vibrated against my skin.
When his lips reached mine, he paused, eyes locked on me with a hunger that made my whole body clench.
And then he spit it into my mouth.
Warm. Salty-sweet. Him and me, mixed and dripping over my tongue.
I moaned, parting my lips instinctively, and swallowed half of it, then licked the rest back into his mouth when he kissed me again.
“Fuck, Flynn,” he groaned into the kiss. “Taste yourself. Taste us.”
I whimpered as he pulled back slightly, a thin string of saliva connecting our lips. He smirked, scooping more milk from my pec with two fingers and slipping them into my mouth.
“Good omega,” he murmured. “Keep it there.”
His mouth returned to my chest, lapping and sucking greedily until his lips were wet again. This time when he came back to me, he didn’t stop. He spat, kissed, licked—passing it back and forth between our mouths until it was impossible to tell whose it had been first.
Every transfer felt filthy. Intimate. Addictive.
Until he swallowed.
I sank into the couch cushions, every nerve in my body still humming as Seth stroked over my belly. His touch was tender now, almost reverent, like he was trying to soothe every last tremor out of me.
“You’re here…” I whispered, my voice rough from moans.
With his thumb, Seth brushed lazy circles over the small swell of our baby. “I heard how much you missed me, sweetheart,” he said softly. “So I canceled my last appointment and came straight home. And god, am I glad I did.”
My chest tightened in a way that had nothing to do with milk.
“You didn’t have to—”
“I wanted to.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that made my insides feel warm and full. “I’ll always come home for you.”
Seth’s eyes flicked to the TV. The faint glow of the video still lit the room—his on-screen self, naked and feral, pounding into me as I slept.
“You made these?” he asked. “You… had a camera in the bedroom back then?”
My stomach plummeted. My face went hot as I tried to disappear into his neck.
“Flynn…” he murmured, amusement dancing in his voice now. “No, don’t hide from me.”
I shook my head, mortified, clutching his broad shoulders.
“You gave me shit when I watched you express milk for me,” he teased gently.
“This is different,” I mumbled into his skin, voice muffled.
“How so?” His lips curved against my temple.
“Shut up. It just is.”
Seth laughed softly, his chest rumbling under my cheek. “God, I love you.”
I peeked up at him, still flushed with embarrassment.
He smiled. “Don’t hide from this, Flynn. Don’t hide from what you want. You know what it does to me to see how much you need it too?”
“I…” My throat tightened. “I didn’t want you to think I was…”
“Like me?” His grin turned sharp but tender all at once. “Baby, it makes me love you even more to know we’re both fucked up in the same way.”
I let out a shaky laugh, still half-buried against his chest.
He cradled my jaw and tipped my face up so he could kiss me—slow this time, unhurried, like we had all the time in the world.
“Next time,” Seth murmured, stroking my cheek, “you won’t have to watch an old video. I’ll let you pretend all over again. As long as you need.”
I melted into him, letting the weight of his words and his arms around me ground me, and for the first time all day, the ache in my chest finally eased.
EPILOGUE
FLYNN
The house was finally quiet.
Upstairs, the sound machine in the kids’ room hummed faintly—white noise and little breaths from Jamie and Theo, seven and three, both sprawled in their beds after their nightly tug-of-war over which book to read.
And down here, in the warm lamplight of the nursery, it was just me and Savannah.
Her tiny fists curled into the fabric of my shirt as she nursed greedily, little suckling noises breaking the silence.
I couldn’t stop smiling.
I brushed a thumb over her soft cheek, marveling at how perfect she was. Three babies, and somehow, the miracle of them never stopped stealing my breath.
The door creaked softly behind me.
I didn’t even need to turn. I felt him, his presence always big, always magnetic.
“You’re still feeding her?” Seth’s voice was a low rumble, laced with disbelief and that familiar edge of longing.
I laughed quietly. “She’s growing. She needs my milk more than some already fully grown alpha who gets no nutrients from it.”
A growl vibrated the room.
“Say what you want.” He crossed to me in long, quiet strides. “I get all the nutrients I need from your milk.”
I tilted my head back to grin at him, unbothered by the sharpness in his voice. “Is that the reason you keep knocking me up?”
His lips curved in a slow, dangerous smile as he leaned down to kiss me.
“Partly,” he murmured against my mouth, cupping the back of my neck in that possessive way that still made my toes curl.
He pulled back just enough to nuzzle Savannah’s dark hair, inhaling deeply like he was memorizing her scent.
“I love the babies we make,” he said softly. “They’re so perfect.” His gaze lifted to mine, dark eyes warm and intense. “Just like their omega dad.”
My heart stuttered.
“And their alpha dad,” I whispered back.
His smile softened into something that felt like home.
We sat there in easy silence as Savannah’s suckling slowed, her eyelids growing heavy until they fluttered closed. Her breathing evened out, the weight of her small body sinking deeper into my arms.
But when I gently tried to ease her mouth off my nipple, her eyes flew open, and a wail burst from her tiny chest like I’d committed the ultimate betrayal.
“Oh no,” I groaned softly.
“Savannah, sweetheart…” Seth leaned in, his brow furrowed like he was negotiating with a wild animal instead of a three-month-old baby. “You’re killing me here. Don’t you know you’re supposed to share with Daddy?”
Savannah responded with another indignant cry, her little fists flailing.
Seth sighed dramatically and dragged a hand down his face. “This kid is ruthless. She’s already cock-blocking me, Flynn. It’s a family tradition. Jamie and Theo did the same thing to me. I had to fight to get you into bed at night.”
I bit my lip to keep from laughing, adjusting her back to my chest. “You’re so dramatic. She’s hungry.”
“She’s spoiled,” Seth muttered under his breath. “All right, then, I’ll be the adult in the room.”
This time I waited until my nipple slipped from the baby’s mouth. Then I handed her to Seth. His expression softened as he plucked her from my arms. “Come on, little milk thief. Let’s get you settled before Daddy expires from neglect.”
I smothered a laugh as I stood, watching Seth cradle her tiny body against his broad chest. He kissed the top of her downy head, rocking her gently and whispering nonsense in that low, soothing voice that seemed to calm every storm.
“You’re a pushover, you know,” I teased, passing him her soft blanket.
“Yeah,” he murmured, his gaze never leaving our daughter’s tiny face. “For all of you.”
My chest ached in the best way.
I leaned in to kiss Savannah’s forehead, then Seth’s shoulder. I slipped out of the nursery and walked to our bedroom.
There, I tugged open my drawer and pulled out the new negligee, the one that hugged my hips and framed my still-swollen pecs in sheer lace.
I put it on and checked myself in the mirror. Even with my body softer now from three pregnancies, Seth’s voice echoed in my mind.
You’re perfect. You’ll always be perfect to me.
I settled on the edge of the bed, anticipation pooling low in my belly. But after several minutes, Seth hadn’t come.
Frowning, I padded back toward the nursery.
I smiled.
He sat in the rocking chair, Savannah’s tiny form nestled against his bare chest, humming a lullaby and stroking her back.
My throat went tight.
Seth, the man who had once prowled into my room at night like a hungry wolf, now sat there radiating love so fiercely it made my knees weak.
He caught my gaze and smiled sheepishly. “She’s got her claws in me. I tried to put her down, but…”
“I know.” My voice was soft, full. “You’re a really good dad, you know that?”
His smile turned tender. “Only because I’ve got the best omega to teach me.”
Tears pricked my eyes as I stepped back into the hall. God, I’d have ten more babies with this man if I could. Just to see him like this. Just to fall harder for him every damn day.
I went back to bed, curling up in the soft sheets, resting my hand on my chest, where Seth’s mouth would be soon enough.
But as I waited, the warmth and quiet caught up with me, and my eyes drifted shut.
I woke to the wet, rhythmic pull of a mouth on my nipple.
A soft sigh escaped me before I even opened my eyes. The familiar ache in my chest eased as the letdown came, warm milk flowing into Seth’s greedy mouth.
“Mm…” I murmured, threading my fingers lazily into his thick hair.
His low hum of pleasure vibrated against my pec, sending a shiver through me.
“You’re insatiable,” I whispered sleepily, though there was no bite to it. My other hand drifted to his broad shoulder, tracing the curve of muscle as he sucked deeply, his tongue lapping at the milk spilling down the curve of my breast.
Seth pulled back just long enough to murmur against my damp skin, “So are you. Don’t think I didn’t notice you put that negligee on for me, sweetheart.”
I smiled, my eyes still half-lidded, and tugged him closer.
His lips curved against my chest. He suckled again, this time slower, more reverent, like he wanted to savor every drop.
I let my head fall back against the pillows, heat unfurling low in my belly as his hand slid down to rest over the slight softness there—the place where his babies had grown.
And I knew—without a word—this was only the beginning. I would never get tired of nursing my alpha.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
To my incredible patrons, thank you for being there from the very start, when Nursing the Alpha was nothing more than a wild idea I nervously pitched. Your excitement gave me the courage to write this story exactly as I envisioned it, and then some!
A special thanks to those of you who confessed you’d never read a lactation kink book before but were still willing to dive in with open minds (and, I hope, full hearts).
To the patrons who generously volunteered their time to proofread, you’re absolute stars. I won’t mention names only because there were so many of you, and I don’t want to potentially miss anyone. Your sharp eyes and thoughtful feedback made this book stronger in every way.
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