Page 12 of Nursing the Alpha

SETH

F lynn unlocked the door to his apartment and stepped aside, motioning me in. “It’s not much.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “But it’s home.”

The space was cozy. Lived in. A little cluttered, but warm with personality.

Shelves filled with colorful paperbacks, a low sofa draped in a crocheted blanket, soft lighting that made everything feel gentler.

Flynn, standing there with flushed cheeks and milk-stained fabric clinging to his chest, was the most beautiful thing in the room.

“I can get you coffee,” he said. “Or there’s juice in the fridge. I should probably change, though. Give me a sec to clean up?—”

I curled my fingers around his wrist.

“Leave it,” I said, voice low.

He blinked, startled. “What?”

“Leave it, Flynn.” I came closer, the air between us suddenly thick. “You don’t need to do anything but be here. You don’t need to fix yourself. You’re already perfect.”

He laughed awkwardly. “But I’ve got milk all over me.”

I stepped in until our chests nearly touched. “Your scent is driving me wild. The milk. Your body. You.” I paused, heart hammering. “You’re everything I want, just the way you are.”

He parted his lips, his breath shallow. I saw it in his eyes—hesitation, wonder, a little fear.

“I know this is fast,” I said quietly. “And I won’t push. But if you want this—if you want me—tell me now. And I’ll take care of you. I’ll make you feel good, Flynn.”

A breath caught in his throat.

Then he nodded.

That was all.

I swept him into my arms.

He let out a soft noise, surprised, but he didn’t protest as I carried him through the narrow hallway and into his bedroom with his guidance. The sheets on the bed were rumpled, the curtains drawn. Intimate. Dim.

I laid him down gently, then kneeled beside him, brushing his damp hair from his forehead. “You’re so beautiful.”

He blushed but didn’t look away.

I leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth, slow and careful, then lower to his jaw, his neck, the soft skin at the base of his throat. When I slipped the buttons of his shirt open and pressed my lips across the curve of his chest, he shivered beneath me.

Milk clung to his skin, warm and sweet. I licked a bead from his nipple. He tensed.

He tasted like comfort. Like need. Like something sacred.

I suckled softly, rhythmically, while my hands explored the warm slope of his body. The tension in him melted bit by bit until he lay boneless beneath me, breathless, arms twining around my shoulders .

“Seth,” he whimpered. “Why does that feel so good?”

“Because it’s you and me, Flynn, and we give each other what we need.”

His breath hitched at my words, but his eyes remained locked on to mine, filled with trust and a hint of relief. I stood back and lifted the hem of my shirt. “Let me watch you undress.”

I absentmindedly removed my clothes, my eyes fixated on the way Flynn sat up, took off his shirt, and threw it onto the floor. He’d stopped leaking. A pity.

He unbuckled his belt and slipped off his pants, along with his underwear, leaving himself bare to me in the dim light of his bedroom. His erection stood proud and hard against his belly. A small moan left his lips as he lay back down.

A blush spread over his chest, crawled up the column of his throat, flushed his cheeks. He looked bashful yet anticipatory, nervous yet excited. I drank in every inch of him from his soft brown hair matted against his forehead to the patch of hair low on his stomach that led lower still.

I climbed onto the bed, nudging his legs apart easily. He didn’t resist. I aimed for his mouth, and he slung an arm around my neck, welcoming my presence. I felt like I was home.

I let my tongue explore his mouth while I trailed my hand down his body, over his sides, squeezing the sleek curve of his hip and slipping under him to grope his round backside.

“Seth,” he gasped, his chest rising and falling hard. “I want you so much.”

His scent was driving me wild, and I had to fight against the instinct to flip him onto all fours and rut between his legs. I wanted this sweet omega to enjoy the time he would spend tonight on my cock. I wanted him to crave it. To need it. To not be able to live without it.

I wanted him forever.

I kissed down his neck and found his left nipple.

The sweet residue of milk stained my tongue and opened a hunger deep inside me to drain his chest dry.

I cupped his pec, squeezing, pumping, eliciting a whimper from him.

Latching on, I sucked gently, flicking my tongue over the sensitive skin.

His sharp gasp filled the room as he writhed beneath me.

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. Hi s 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.