Page 11 of Nursing the Alpha

My body had betrayed me. If I knew I would turn into this lactating monster, I wouldn’t have signed up to be a surrogate.

My friends sure didn’t seem grateful, the way they’d packed up and moved away overnight without even a good-bye.

Just a letter slipped into my letterbox that they wished me well but wanted to start over fresh.

My life should have returned to normal already.

A knock sounded on the door.

“Flynn?” Seth’s voice was low, careful. “You okay in there?”

I shut my eyes, willed the flush from my face.

“I’m fine,” I called back, which was the world’s biggest lie. “Just… wardrobe malfunction.”

“I don’t care about that. Open the door. Please. Let me help.”

Shit, what should I do? My shirt was ruined. There was a wet spot. My chest looked full and heavy and?—

God.

This was mortifying.

But I unlocked the stall anyway.

The door opened with a soft click. I couldn’t meet his eyes and hung my head, waiting for the comment. The joke. The awkward glance.

None came.

I looked up.

Seth wasn’t laughing. He wasn’t pitying me either.

He was staring.

His gaze lingered on my chest, wide and reverent, like I was some kind of art installation that left him speechless. His throat worked once in a hard swallow, and his fingers twitched by his sides .

“We should shut the door,” I whispered through the breath caught in my throat. “Someone might walk in.”

“I already asked the staff to make the restroom temporarily unavailable.” His voice was quiet, strained. “So you’d have privacy.”

I stared at him.

“You did that… for me?”

He stepped in closer. “I’d do anything for you, Flynn. Don’t you know that?”

The floor seemed to fall out beneath me, and I swayed.

“I-I need to express. But I don’t have a bottle. It’ll be difficult.”

He was quiet for a breath.

“Would it help if I… did it?”

I furrowed my brows. “What do you mean?”

“I mean”—he took another step, voice low and slow and trembling—“would it help if I suckled the milk out?”

My knees nearly gave out.

“I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking. I’m offering.”

“Seth—”

But he already lifted his hands and rested them gently on my waist, pulling me closer to him. His eyes searched mine for any hint of hesitation.

“Just say no,” he whispered.

I didn’t.

Instead, I nodded.

And when he leaned in and closed his lips around my nipple, everything in me went soft and electric at once. It wasn’t just the relief, though there was that. It was the heat. The connection. The sheer intimacy of it.

A grown man had never suckled me before.

I gasped .

Seth’s hands were steady on my hips. He suckled carefully, reverently. The milk let down with a kind of warmth that shot straight through my core.

He didn’t stop. Didn’t spit it out. Just drank.

Relief came in trickles, my body slowly unclenching as he took the milk from me. The sensation left me breathless. I had to clench my teeth as the urge to grab his head and to moan filled my chest. My ass was slicking over, my natural lube readying me for the alpha it wanted.

Oh fuck.

I wanted him to press me to the wall and fuck me.

“Oh god,” I whispered. “Seth.”

Seth groaned, picked me up as if I weighed nothing, and walked over to the sink, where he set me gently down on the vanity. His hands never left me. His mouth only did for a brief moment for him to switch to my other nipple.

I clung to the edges of the counter, eyes fluttering half closed and head thrown back so my chest arched farther toward him, exposing myself wholly. I twined my fingers into his dark locks, each stroke of his tongue over the nipple drawing out a quiet gasp or whimper.

“Oh fuck.” My breathing grew shallow as my womb clenched in anticipation.

Seth’s hand slid upward to cup and knead the nipple he wasn’t suckling on, and a thrill shot down my spine.

His thumb brushed over the tip, pushing at the long bud until a fresh wave of milk spilled out onto his hand.

He didn’t seem disgusted by it. Not in the least. He raised his head, and our eyes met.

He opened his mouth and pulled on my nipple as though milking me.

The rapid spray filled his mouth. Over and over, he tugged until he was forced to swallow.

“Seth,” I whimpered, flexing my fingers in his hair.

It was too much and not enough .

He closed his lips over my nipple once more, and a soft cry tore out of me. My cock pulsed, throbbed. The air filled with the scent of my slick.

I couldn’t help it. I was coming.

I felt the veins in my neck strain as tremor after tremor made my stomach tighten.

My breath hitched, and orgasmic waves rolled across my body, converging in a pulsating fireball that threatened to consume me from within.

I clutched at Seth’s broad shoulders, digging my nails into his shirt, gasping for air.

Fuck.

Had I made it weird?

He’d wanted to give me relief, and I’d made it into something sexual.

I cracked my eyes open, afraid to look at him. His face was flushed, his lips parted, the milk glistening on them.

“I’m…”

He cupped my chin and kissed me hard and firm. My mouth fell open, and he took it as an invitation, slipping his tongue past my lips and conquering my mouth the way he’d just done to my body.

“Don’t apologize,” he whispered against my lips. “You were beautiful. You are beautiful, and I want to fuck you so badly. Can I?”

The gentle giant I knew had disappeared. The heat in his eyes, the desperate need in them, made my heart pound. This was our first date, and he’d drunk my milk. Would it be so weird to take him home and break my unintended celibacy?