Nursing the Alpha, page 7
Fuck.
It turned him on.
He got off on me drinking his milk.
My cock throbbed hard, and I ground it against his belly, rubbing over the silkiness of his skin.
“Oh my god.” His fingernails dug into my back. “Seth, please. I’m so wet. Oh god, please, fuck me. I can’t take it anymore.”
The scent of his slick and his milk permeated the room as though I would drown from the heady fragrance. His scent told me how ready he was for me.
I shuffled down his body, took his cock into my mouth, and let my tongue play over his sensitive tip, then sank down to take him all in. His thighs quivered, and his panting grew louder.
With one hand, I reached between us, my fingers slippery from the slick running down his taint. I found his entrance, slipped a finger into him, and thrust slowly. Drawing back from his cock, I pressed kisses over the folds of his sac and down toward where my finger disappeared inside him.
“Oh god…” Flynn moaned as my lips met flesh, kissing his hole and fucking him there with my tongue and fingers. His words were punctuated by sharp exhales as he tilted his hips upward to meet every careful thrust.
“Fuck, you’re so sweet.” I lapped at his entrance, where his slick flowed like honey on my tongue. I couldn’t decide what I loved more—his slick or his milk.
Flynn sank his fingers into my hair and pulled at my head. “Seth, do it. Fuck me. I swear I’m ready.”
He didn’t need to ask again. I slammed my mouth to his lips while reaching for my cock. I guided the thick, round head to his entrance. A delicate shudder raced through him as I pushed in, past his tight walls, sinking deep to the hilt inside his warmth. A shiver ran down my spine, and I had to pause as what felt like an out-of-body experience took over, making me almost dizzy.
“Fuuuuck.” I groaned, pulling out, and snapping my hips forward. Flynn’s fingers clung to the sheet, knuckles white as his body contorted beneath me.
“Yes, yes, please.” He pulled me harder against him. “Fuck me. I want to feel you against my womb.”
With a cry, I shoved his legs up to his shoulders, folding this sweet, tiny omega in half, baring his hole.
“Let me know if it’s too much for you, baby.”
“It isn’t. I can take it.”
I chuckled, taking his words as a challenge. “We’ll see.”
I rode his ass, which loosened with each thrust, making it easier and easier for me to fuck into him. His moans turned to whimpers, then loud cries as my rhythm became a relentless onslaught of my cock claiming him over and over.
“Harder! Harder!” he shouted.
What kind of alpha would I be if I didn’t fuck my omega the way he wanted? So I let go, shook off the last of my restraint, and fucked him into the headboard until he had to brace his arms against it to prevent crashing into the wooden panel. The familiar twinge twisted deep in my gut. I was so close.
I grabbed his hips, pulling him down onto my thrusting cock. His erection was leaking copiously. He writhed beneath me, squirming and keening my name, interspersed with garbled pleas for more, for me to not stop. I flexed one hand on his waist, slipped the other between us, and wrapped it around his throbbing member. My mind was filled with nothing but Flynn, the way he felt, the way he looked under me, wild and lost to pleasure.
He was leaking again. Milk ran from his nipples like tear stains. My nostrils flared as I inhaled deeply, craving the scent of him.
“Seth.” He raked his fingers down my chest, rubbing against me, feeling my muscles. “I love the way you fuck me. It’s been so long. I-I—”
He screamed.
I did that.
I made his eyes roll back and a flush spread across his body.
I made him shatter as cum splashed between us.
I couldn’t fight it anymore. I leaned over him, thrusting deep as I licked his chest, tasting sweat, cum, and milk. A roar erupted from my chest, bounced off the walls as I shot my load inside his body. I stiffened, eyes closed, waiting until the fluttering pull and release of his hole drained me.
The tingling in my balls warned me of my knot. I had a split second to decide. Did he want me to? We never defined what this was. An alpha didn’t just knot someone without it meaning anything.
“Please, stay,” Flynn said softly.
So I stayed, braced over him as the swelling of my knot locked us together, keeping my seed deep inside his body. But more than that. Made us one.
Fuck. What if I’d made us a little one?
We should talk, but I didn’t want to delve into difficult matters and ruin the moment. Plus, would it be so bad to have a baby with Flynn? He would continue producing milk. The thought of his tummy growing from my child made waves of desire surge through me.
“Flynn,” I whispered, my past mistake niggling at the back of my mind.
If he ever found out…
“Mmm?” His eyes fluttered open, and he had a lazy smile on his face.
“Is this a one time thing for you?”
He blinked. “Is…is that what you want? I was kind of hoping…”
“No, go on. Tell me.”
“I was kinda hoping you would want to do this some more.”
Disappointment bloomed inside me. “Oh, sex.”
“Not just sex. I like talking to you on the train.” He inhaled sharply, then let out the air on a gust of breath. “I want to be with you, Seth, and I know that means you’ll have a boyfriend who is always leaking, but I’ll quit my job. I won’t work for that family anymore, and in no time my milk will disappear.”
I ran my palm over one, then the other nipple. “I hope not. I like your pecs full of milk. Very nourishing.”
“But it’s so embarrassing. I leak all the time.”
“Then I’ll make it my duty to empty you.”
Finn reached up and cupped the side of my face. “You really don’t mind?”
I kissed the middle of his palm. “Are you kidding me? It drives me wild whenever I smell your milk. Don’t be surprised if you wake up to me sucking on your tits.”
Fuck. Had I said too much?
His face turned red, and he ducked his head. “I wouldn’t mind,” he whispered. “I’ve never had anyone do that to me before.”
“Don’t be shy. You like it?”
“Hmm.” He nodded. “Seth, you’re so good to me.”
He kissed me. A soft, slow kiss, brimming with warmth and promise.
The knot inside him eased. I pulled out reluctantly, a part of me missing the intimate warmth immediately. Slickness seeped onto the sheets below us, but neither of us cared much about it. He snuggled against me in silence as I placed an arm around him, pulling him close against my bare chest.
12
FLYNN
The room was quiet, wrapped in the soft pitter-patter of the rain against the windowpane. Seth’s arm was heavy around my waist, his palm splayed possessively over my stomach like he was staking a claim in his sleep. The weight of him felt solid and grounding, and I didn’t dare move. Not yet.
I let myself bask in it.
There was something heady about this. The press of his chest against my back, the slow, steady rhythm of his breath against my neck. It wasn’t just the afterglow of what we’d done. It was more. Deeper. Like I was tethered to him in some unseen way.
Seth likes nursing from me.
The thought sent a shiver straight through me, pooling low in my belly. Heat curled there, soft and unhurried, and I pressed my thighs together. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so… cherished. Like every part of me, even the parts I’d been taught to hide or apologize for, was wanted.
I laid my hand on my chest.
The ache was there again. Fullness blooming behind my nipples, heavy and tight. I bit my lip and shifted, testing how bad it was. The pressure spiked, sharp enough to make my breath hitch. If I didn’t express soon, I’d leak all over the sheets.
Carefully, I inched away from Seth’s warmth. Slow, deliberate movements so I wouldn’t wake him. But the mattress dipped under his weight, and before I could fully slip free, a hand closed around my wrist.
“Where’re you going?” His voice was low, rough with sleep.
My heart stuttered. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. I… need to express. Go back to sleep.”
There was a beat of silence. I expected him to roll over, to mumble something, and let me go. Instead, he tightened his grip, and his lips kissed the back of my neck.
“That’s what I’m here for,” he murmured. “Lie down.”
My stomach fluttered wildly.
“You don’t have to—”
“Flynn.” His tone brooked no argument. Gentle, but firm. “Lie down. Let me nurse from you.”
Heat suffused me as I settled back onto the bed, my chest aching in anticipation as much as from the pressure. Seth shifted closer, skimming one large hand up my side and cupping the swell of my pec, and I groaned. His thumb brushed over the taut nipple, and I shivered.
“God, you’re full,” he said softly, almost to himself. “Do you usually have to get up to pump at night?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
He was strumming my nipple with his fingers, making it difficult to concentrate on what he was saying. “I didn’t want to bother you,” I whispered.
“You could never bother me.”
He replaced his thumb with his mouth, warm and wet as he suckled gently. The first pull was painful and tight as the pressure fled from me in a rush. I whimpered, clenching the sheets, but Seth kept on nursing, soft and steady. It wasn’t long before the discomfort eased into something much more pleasurable. And when the second nipple started leaking, he switched, humming greedily and swallowing mouthfuls of my milk as though drinking expensive wine.
“Mmm.” He pulled back and pressed a kiss to my chest, his lips grazing the wetness there. “This is the best midnight snack I’ve ever had.”
My breath shaky, I ran my fingers through his hair, pressing him closer. The feel of him, the slow rhythm of his suckling, pulled another shiver from me. It wasn’t too long before my cock grew hard, and I was panting under him, no longer needing the relief from my chest. Slick grew between my cheeks. Another part of my body desperately needed attention.
Seth’s hand inched down my stomach and to my erection. “Want me to take care of that?”
“Please.”
“Come here.”
Seth rolled us over until I was straddling his chest. He pulled me down to latch back onto my nipple. When he had a firm hold on me, he grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks from behind.
The softest tease of his fingers at my entrance had me shuddering, tightening my grip in Seth’s hair. He murmured reassuringly, his free hand smoothing up and down my back as he continued to nurse.
The world narrowed down to him. The warmth of his mouth, the agility of his fingers exploring my body, the strength in his arms holding me up. I felt cherished. Desired. Treasured. A heady mix of emotions. I gasped and whimpered in his hold.
“Seth, oh fuck, Seth.”
His fingers danced in and out of my body, squelching around my slick. I rotated my hips, throwing my ass back onto those digits toying with my prostate.
The coil of tension in my belly tightened, pleasure buzzing around my hips. His mouth was heaven on my chest, grounding me even as I bucked into his touch. Seth murmured something against my nipple, the vibration sending shivers down my spine.
I thought I was dry, but he sucked harder, and a letdown of more milk flooded his mouth. With his free hand, he squeezed my pec. He released my nipple, caught the elongated bud between his fingers, and squeezed, pulling on it like he was milking a cow. Seth opened his mouth, spraying my milk onto his tongue.
Fuck.
His fingers pressed against my prostate, and I clenched my hole, trapping them as a wave swept through me, picking me up off my feet. My stomach coiled tighter, and I came so hard as shudders ripped through me. He kept squeezing my nipple, his tongue lashing out to lick over and over. Every stroke brought another bolt of pleasure. Each time I thought the climax was ending, the pressure went on and on and on. Overwhelming, indescribable.
With a sob, I collapsed on his chest, panting, my body still quaking in aftershock. Seth caught me easily, his hands splayed wide across my back, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my sweaty skin. His breathing was steady and calm against my ear, a soothing rhythm that helped anchor me back to reality.
“There you go.” He kissed the side of my face. “Now, doesn’t that feel so much better?”
I nodded, my eyes filling with tears. How had I lucked out in finding the perfect man?
“Seth.”
“Hmm?”
“You have my permission. You can feed from my chest any time you want.”
“You sure about that?” He brushed my damn hair from my face. “Sweetheart, don’t you know if you give me that privilege, I’ll live on your chest?”
For the first time since I handed over my surrogate baby, I hoped I never stopped producing milk for my alpha.
13
SETH
The office was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the muted click of a clock on the wall. Sunlight slanted through half-open blinds, pooling in stripes across my desk, where I sat idly flipping my pen between my fingers.
The last client had left fifteen minutes ago, an executive nervous about installing security cameras in his vacation home without “compromising the aesthetic.” I’d given him my recommendations, billed him, and sent him on his way. Now I had two hours to kill before my next appointment.
Two hours felt like forever.
Unless I was with Flynn. Then it was never enough time.
I set the pen down and unlocked my phone. The screen flared to life, and there he was.
Flynn.
The photo I’d snapped yesterday still made my chest ache in the best possible way.
He hadn’t known I was taking it. He’d been perched cross-legged on the sofa, hair damp from the shower, wearing an old T-shirt that hung loose enough to flash the pale curve of his shoulder. He’d been focused intently on the paperback cradled in his lap. The cover was some lurid alien romance, a hot pink planet with suggestively arranged tentacles.
And his expression.
God.
His face was etched in soft concentration, the tip of his tongue caught between his teeth, his bottom lip faintly pink from chewing on it. The tiniest crease bridged his brows like the fictional alien prince’s mating ritual was serious business.
Adorable didn’t begin to cover it.
I lovingly touched the screen.
I couldn’t wait to see him later.
Dinner at the new little bistro downtown. A table in the corner already reserved. I’d even requested their best wine, though Flynn claimed he couldn’t tell the difference between a merlot and a malbec.
He’d looked so shy when we said good-bye yesterday. T-shirt wrinkled, cheeks flushed, lips kissed raw. Like he’d only just realized how deeply tangled up we were becoming.
Good.
I wanted him tangled. Tied so tight he couldn’t pull away, even if he tried.
I’d gotten one last taste of his milk standing right there in the doorway. It wasn’t enough.
The phone vibrated in my hand, cutting through the haze. An unfamiliar number flashed across the screen.
I answered. “Seth Moreau.”
“Mr. Moreau. Good afternoon. This is Walter from the Nourish Collective.”
The name tugged at my memory, though my mind was still half-full of Flynn.
“I’m calling about your contracted omega,” Walter said, voice brisk and professional. “Flynn Peterson has requested to terminate his employment effective immediately. I’m sure you understand that per his contract, he’s required to give a two-week notice period. If you’d like, we can pursue legal action to enforce that clause.”
He’d actually done it.
“No need for legal action,” I said, calm but firm.
There was a pause on the other end. Walter was clearly caught off guard. “Ah… well, that’s very generous of you, Mr. Moreau. If you’d like, I can begin sourcing another omega to fulfill the remainder of your contract. I understand you were very satisfied with Flynn’s services, so we can ensure the replacement matches his production profile as closely as possible.”
Matches his production profile.
Like Flynn was a set of numbers on a chart. A commodity.
I stared out the window, jaw tight. My reflection in the glass was calm as ever, but inside the old familiar heat stirred—territorial, certain, unflinching.
“I won’t be needing a replacement,” I said flatly.
“Sir?” Walter’s voice flickered with polite confusion.
“I already found my omega.”
And he wasn’t theirs anymore.
Another awkward silence. “Understood, Mr. Moreau. We’ll process the termination paperwork immediately. Thank you for your business.”
The line clicked dead.
I set the phone down and leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling, drumming my fingers lightly against the armrests.
This was good. If Flynn resigned, we could put him hiring out his pecs behind us. He would never have to know about my deception. But how could he not? Eventually, I would have to take him home with me.
I have to sell the house.
If Flynn found out that I’d watched him nurse, and worse, drank from him without his permission, I would lose him. I could be fined millions if he reported me to the authorities. Omegas had few rights, but they would make me pay a fortune in restitution for my actions. I didn’t mind losing the money.
But I sure as hell would mind losing Flynn.
