Page 25 of Nursing the Alpha

SETH

H is chest heaved as I pulled out of him, my cock dragging slowly from his spent, twitching hole with a wet, obscene sound.

I wrapped my fist around myself and stroked hard. Once. Twice. The sight of him—spread out beneath me, legs still shaking, arms bound tight—sent fire licking up my spine.

One more stroke and I came with a guttural groan.

Thick ropes painted his belly, his pecs, even the curve of his throat. Hot, sticky splatter streaked across milk-slick skin, mixing with the tears and sweat already pearling there.

God.

My perfect, ruined little omega.

Flynn’s chest heaved, his nipples glossy and leaking, milk dripping in steady trails to his stomach, where it mingled with my cum.

The scent hit me.

Sweet. Pungent. Twisted with something sharper.

Heat.

My stomach tightened violently .

I lowered my head, inhaling deep. The air itself felt weighted with him—his milk, his slick, his desperation.

He was in heat.

No mistaking it now.

Flynn’s wide, teary eyes met mine through the mask. His lips trembled, and then he sobbed out, “Please…”

He clawed at my thighs, desperate, trying to guide my cock back inside him.

“I need it. Seth, please knot me. I need your knot.”

His voice broke on the last word. He bucked his hips as though he could impale himself if he tried hard enough.

Fuck.

My cock throbbed, still rock hard, smearing more cum across his trembling stomach as he grasped me with both hands, slick fingers fumbling to line me up with his entrance again.

“Need you… need you so bad. Can’t—can’t take it anymore.”

The way he begged—so pretty, so fucking desperate—nearly undid me.

But I wasn’t ready to end this.

Not yet.

I caught his wrists and wrenched them above his head, holding them there as I leaned down close enough for his breath to hitch against my mask.

“How badly do you want it?” I growled.

“Bad. So bad.” His eyes fluttered shut, tears streaking hot down his temples. “Please, I’ll do anything. Just—just give it to me. Knot me full. Fill me up. Please.”

“Anything?”

“Yes,” he gasped. “Anything. Please. God, I need you—I need you inside me. I c-can’t think.”

His body writhed under me, thighs falling open wider as if to offer himself completely. His scent was dizzying now, each inhale making my cock twitch and ache.

I could have ended it here. Could’ve slammed back inside, knotted him tight, bred him until his heat burned out in my arms.

But where was the fun in that?

I pressed my mouth to his ear, let him feel my breath ghost hot over his flushed skin.

“If you want it that bad, little omega,” I whispered darkly, “then run.”

He stiffened in surprise.

“Run?”

“Run,” I said again, low and dangerous. “Fight me for it. Make me catch you. Then I’ll knot you. Then I’ll breed you so full you won’t walk for a week.”

Flynn whimpered, his bound hands flexing.

“Promise?”

“Yes. I promise. You give me a good chase, and I’ll give you every filthy thing you’re begging for.”

His chest rose and fell so fast I thought he might faint. But then he nodded, frantic.

“O-okay. Okay. I’ll run.”

I let go of his wrists and helped him to his feet.

He was a vision, skin flushed, thighs streaked with slick, my cum and milk shining on his belly. His breaths came in sharp little pants, his knees threatening to buckle as he turned from me.

“Go,” I ordered.

And he did.

He stumbled first, his legs still weak, but then he found his footing and bolted, naked, milk-slick, desperate, into the trees, away from the safety of the path .

The sight of him running, his ass flexing, curls bouncing, feet kicking up leaves, made my blood sing.

My prey.

Mine.

I gave him a good head start. Enough to make it interesting. To make the chase worth it.

Then I rose, licking milk from my lips as I adjusted my cock, still dripping, still hard.

The hunt wasn’t over.

Not yet.

The woods swallowed me whole as I moved.

Every step was deliberate. Silent. My boots sank into damp leaves, crunching beneath my weight.

The air was thick with him.

Sweet. Spicy. That addictive tang of omega heat.

It wound through the trees like a lure, dragging me deeper, filling my lungs with every breath until my cock was throbbing again, dripping precum onto my thigh.

I called out, low and sharp, slicing through the forest like a blade.

“Don’t make it easy for me, little rabbit.”

The words echoed. A warning. A threat. A promise.

“Run,” I growled. My voice rose, harsher now. “Run for me, omega. Run while you still can.”

Somewhere ahead, I heard a sharp intake of breath. Then the sound of stumbling feet.

Good.

I followed, unhurried, savoring the rush.

Leaves crunched ahead. A snapped twig. Ragged panting.

He was trying so hard to get away.

God, it made my cock ache .

“Faster, Flynn.” My voice came out guttural, deep. “Or I’ll drag you back screaming.”

He whimpered, so faint I almost missed it.

The scent of his heat pulsed stronger, cloying, intoxicating.

Slick. Sweat. Milk.

It hit me like a punch to the gut. My vision tunneled. Every nerve sang.

I caught sight of him through the trees, his pale skin glowing, body streaked with cum and dirt.

So fucking beautiful. So mine.

I sped up.

He jerked his head back as if he felt me closing in. He stumbled over a root but caught himself, forcing his legs to keep moving.

“Run, little rabbit,” I snarled. “Run before I catch you.”

I saw the way his shoulders hitched, his pace faltering.

But he didn’t stop.

“Gotcha.”

The word tore out of me as I lunged.

I closed my hand around his ankle and yanked.

Flynn screamed, a sharp, high sound that pierced the woods

He went down hard, a cry ripping from his throat as he hit the forest floor, hands clawing at the dirt as he tried to scramble forward.

Not a chance.

I was on him in seconds, my weight pinning his smaller frame.

He thrashed under me, legs kicking, hips jerking.

“No—please, don’t?—”

The words were breathless, his voice cracking .

But his scent betrayed him.

Slick poured from him, soaking the insides of his thighs. His body screamed for me, even as his lips begged otherwise.

“You’re mine.” My growl vibrated against his back as I shoved his face into the leaves. “You’ve been mine since the first time I saw you.”

“Please,” he sobbed. “Not here?—”

“Here. Now.”

I didn’t wait.

I spread him with rough hands, dug my fingers into his hips, not caring I’d leave bruises, lined up, and drove into him in one brutal thrust.

The sound he made, half scream, half moan, punched straight through my control.

“Fuck, omega,” I snarled as his heat wrapped around me, molten and gripping. “So tight, so wet, so fucking beautiful.”

He sobbed into the dirt, clawing at the ground as if he could crawl away.

But I wasn’t letting him go.

I yanked him back, slamming into him again, the impact echoing through the trees.

His milk-heavy chest swayed beneath him, droplets splattering onto the leaves with every savage thrust.

“Stop, Alpha, it’s too?—”

“Too much?” I snarled against his neck, sinking my teeth in hard enough to leave a mark. “You begged for this. You begged me to hunt you. To fuck you like an animal.”

His only response was a broken wail as his slick gushed around me.

I rutted harder, faster, the wet slap of our bodies deafening in the quiet woods .

“Try to run again.” I yanked his hips back to meet every punishing stroke. “Go on, little rabbit. Try it.”

But he couldn’t move.

His thighs quivered violently, his hole fluttering around my cock as his body betrayed him completely.

“I can’t, Seth—I’m?—”

“Coming already?” I mocked.

He screamed again, his release splattering the forest floor as his body clamped down, milking my cock for all it was worth.

But I wasn’t done.

Not even close.

I kept fucking him through it, relentless, my knot desperate to fuse inside him, but I held back.

“Want it?” I snapped my hips so hard the leaves scattered.

“Yes—please—need it—knot me, Seth?—”

“You’re not ready.”

“I am. I swear I am.”

“You’ll never be ready for what I’m going to do to you.”

He sobbed as another orgasm ripped through him, his cum painting the leaves beneath him.

My release built, heat coiling tight in my belly.

One last brutal thrust and I pulled out, fisted my cock, and painted his back, his thighs, his ass with thick ropes of seed.

Flynn’s breath hitched as my cum splattered his oversensitive skin.

“Please,” he whimpered, trying to reach for me even with his hands bound. “Please, Seth. The ache won’t stop until you knot me. I need you inside me. I need your knot. I’ll do anything. ”

I gripped his chin, forcing his flushed, tear-streaked face up.

“Run again,” I ordered.

His swollen lips parted in a gasp.

“But I can’t.”

“Run,” I growled. “Deeper into the woods. Make me hunt you one more time.”

“And then…” His voice was hoarse, wrecked.

“I’ll knot you so hard you won’t remember your own name. But earn it, little rabbit.”

His eyes, glassy and desperate, lit with something dark and thrilling.

Flynn staggered to his feet, trembling, and bolted barefoot into the shadows of the trees.

I gave him a minute’s head start.

Then I followed, my cock already hardening again.

The woods were quieter now.

The air was heavy with the scent of slick and heat, so thick it clung to my tongue when I breathed.

I followed the trail of crushed leaves and milk-spattered branches, every step slow and deliberate.

There was no need to hurry.

Flynn wasn’t running anymore.

He couldn’t.

Whimpering reached my ears, soft, broken little sobs that sent a bolt of lust straight to my cock.

I found him in a shallow hollow, collapsed on his side, his body flushed and trembling.

His legs were sprawled open shamelessly, his bound hands together, working his cock weakly, more out of desperation than pleasure. Milk beaded at his nipples, streaking down his chest.

“Fuck…” I growled low in my throat .

He didn’t look up.

“Please…” His voice cracked on the word, wrecked and hoarse. “Seth… can’t… need?—”

I didn’t answer.

Didn’t have to.

I grabbed his limp body and positioned him on the ground under me. He barely moved as I shoved his thighs apart with my knee.

“Look at you.” I dragged my cock through his dripping slick. “Completely ruined… and you still want more?”

“Yes.” The word came out like a sob. “God, yes. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

“Pretty little thing,” I murmured, palming his tits roughly. Milk spurted between my fingers as I kneaded them hard, pinching his swollen nipples until he cried out. “Is this why you read those filthy books, Flynn?”

He whimpered louder.

“You wanted this, didn’t you? To be hunted down… pinned… fucked and bred until you can’t even walk?”

“Yes.” His voice came out cracked, desperate, and raw. “Seth, please, knot me. You promised.”

I laughed darkly, grinding the head of my cock against his slick hole.

“God, you’re such a little slut for it,” I growled. “You don’t even care anymore, do you? You’ll take anything I give you.”

“Anything. Please—knot me—make me yours?—”

“Good boy.”

I shoved inside him in one thrust, burying myself balls-deep as he whimpered, too spent to scream anymore.

His heat-gripped walls milked me instantly, sucking me in deeper, tighter.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” I slammed into him over and over. The wet slap of our bodies echoed off the trees, mingling with his pathetic mewls and sobs.

“Please, harder, Seth. Harder.”

I grinned savagely, twisting his nipples, rutting into him like an animal. Milk sprayed over my knuckles as I squeezed, the scent of it driving me mad.

“You love this, don’t you? Being bred like some helpless little omega in heat.”

“Yes, yes.” He sobbed as another orgasm tore through him, his cock spilling weakly onto the forest floor.

But I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t.

I fucked him harder, deeper, my knot swelling thick at the base of his entrance, demanding to lock him in place.

“Beg for it,” I growled, scraping his shoulder with my teeth. “Beg me to knot you.”

“Please, Seth. Knot me. Don’t pull out anymore. I need it. I need your knot. I need to be full of you?—”

That was all I needed.

With a final, brutal thrust, my knot forced inside him, locking us together as I roared my release.

Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded his hole, overflowing and dripping down his thighs as I held him pinned, my hips grinding my knot into him through every pulse of pleasure.

Flynn sobbed into the leaves, his body trembling violently as his orgasm racked him again, milk spurting from his chest with every shudder. I didn’t even need to milk him with my hands.

“I’ve never—fuck—” He gasped, tears streaking his cheeks. “Never felt anything like this. Seth.”

I leaned down, licking the sweat and salt from his skin as I milked his pecs slowly, gently now.

“You’ll never feel it with anyone else,” I whispered against his ear. “Because no one will ever fuck you like I do. You’re mine, Flynn. All mine.”

“Yes,” he choked out. “Yours. Always yours.”

We stayed knotted there in the dirt, our bodies slick with sweat, milk, and cum, the sound of our ragged breaths filling the quiet forest.