Page 26 of Nursing the Alpha

FLYNN

A deep, throbbing soreness between my thighs, my hole raw and slick, my pecs tender from Seth’s rough hands and hungry mouth.

The second thing was his tongue.

Warm and wet, sliding languidly over my abused rim.

I whimpered weakly, my arms barely lifting from where they lay sprawled above my head. My legs trembled as they fell wider apart on instinct.

“Seth…” It was little more than a cracked whisper.

His low chuckle sent heat spiraling through my already-overheated body.

“Good. You’re awake.” His voice was thick with hunger as his tongue pushed deeper, licking, soothing, tasting. “Couldn’t resist cleaning you up… you’re dripping everywhere.”

The blush that spread across my chest was weak, half-formed. I couldn’t even muster the energy to feel embarrassed.

Somewhere in the haze of my mind, a line from one of my alien books floated up— “The omega lay boneless, his hole gaping, leaking alien seed as his captor’s tongue licked him open for another round.”

God.

Was this who I was now? A heat-drunk mess waiting for his alpha to make him come apart again?

“Can you take more?” Seth murmured against my rim, his breath hot, his hands gripping my thighs with bruising force.

“Yes,” I rasped. My voice sounded wrecked even to my own ears. “I—I can take it.”

His fingers ghosted over my spent hole, spreading me gently. I flinched at the sensation—still sensitive, still swollen.

“Look at this beautiful little hole,” Seth whispered darkly. “So ripe and ready… so swollen from my cock.”

He pressed the head of his cock against me, slowly, deliberately.

“You were such a sweet little thing when I first saw you,” he said, his voice lowering into a growl. “So shy. So soft. I thought you were innocent.”

I shuddered as he began to push in, the stretch making my eyes sting.

“But you’re anything but.” His hips surged forward, sheathing himself fully inside me with a wet, obscene sound.

“Ah—Seth!” I gasped, my nails clawing at the forest floor weakly.

“You’re a filthy little omega slut who loves being bred out here where anyone could find you.”

“Yes,” I cried out, my heat fogging my brain until all I could do was arch back into his thrusts. “God, yes—don’t stop?—”

His pace quickened, his hips slamming into my ass. The pain lanced through me, sharp and bright, but underneath it a deep, gnawing ache clawed for more.

He was filling it. Stretching it. Claiming it again.

“Fuck, you’re so tight still, you’re sucking me in.” Seth grunted, his hands gripping my hips so hard I knew I’d bruise.

At some point the overstimulation pulled me under, my world going black around the edges as his relentless rutting continued.

When I surfaced again, it was with a choked sob as Seth’s knot, for the second time, shoved past my swollen rim.

I cried out, my fingers digging into the dirt as his knot locked us together.

“God—fuck?—”

“Shh, take it, baby,” Seth growled into my ear. “Take your alpha’s knot. You wanted this.”

I was already coming again, my cock spurting weakly into the crushed leaves beneath me, my body trembling violently as his knot ravaged my stretched hole.

“Please…” I sobbed, though I didn’t even know what I was asking for anymore.

“Please what?” Seth’s voice was low, mocking. “Please keep breeding you? Please keep using you until you’re nothing but a fucked-out omega wreck?”

“Yes,” I cried. “Yes—please—don’t stop—ever.”

He laughed darkly, his knot throbbing deep inside me as his cum filled me again in hot, punishing waves.

I lay there, boneless and shaking, pinned beneath his weight, my tears mixing with sweat and dirt.

I was ruined.

Completely ruined.

And I didn’t want it to ever end .

At some point, I wasn’t sure when, the pain started to outweigh the pleasure.

“Ah—Seth—” My voice cracked, hoarse from crying out, from begging for more. “I… I can’t…”

“Can’t what, baby?” His voice had softened, but his knot still throbbed deep inside me, keeping me stretched open and locked in place.

“Can’t take anymore…” I whispered. “I—I’m full… I—please…”

Seth stilled entirely.

For a moment, there was only the sound of our ragged breathing and the faint rustle of leaves in the wind.

“Okay, love,” he murmured finally, and I could hear the shift in his tone—still rough around the edges, but laced with concern.

His big hands eased their grip on my hips. One slid up to rub slow circles on my lower back while the other stroked my thigh soothingly.

“I’ve got you,” he said. “No more. Just breathe.”

Tears pricked my eyes, not from pain, not from fear, but from the overwhelming tenderness in his voice. It was rare an alpha could be everything you needed—dark and sweet.

Seth leaned down, his lips brushing the side of my sweat-damp face.

“I love you, Flynn.” His words were soft now, reverent. “I’m so fucking proud of you. You took everything I gave you… let me ruin you completely.”

A shiver ran through me as his hand slid up to cup my milk-heavy chest, his thumb grazing a sore, swollen nipple.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered. “My perfect little omega.”

I whimpered softly as he squeezed gently, coaxing a small bead of milk to his thumb, and then licked it away like he couldn’t help himself .

“Shh…” He pressed kisses to my neck. “No more taking. Just letting me take care of you.”

His knot still pulsed inside me, but there was no urgency now. Only the warm, intimate closeness of his body curled over mine, his lips never leaving my skin.

When I tried to shift, he hushed me.

“Stay still. Let your alpha hold you.”

“I… I feel so… full,” I whispered.

“I know, baby. That’s because I bred you so deep. You took me so well.”

I peered up at him, my lashes wet.

“You really love me?”

“More than anything,” Seth said, his thumb brushing a tear from my cheek. “Even if you never let me do this again. Even if you change your mind tomorrow. You’re everything to me.”

My chest squeezed so tight I could barely breathe.

“I love you, too,” I murmured, my voice thick with exhaustion and something deeper, something fierce.

He kissed me then, not rough, not hungry, but soft. Sweet.

When his knot finally deflated, a gush of warmth spilled from me. We were both filthy and could be discovered by anyone but Seth stayed pressed close, holding me.

“Let’s get you home, little rabbit,” he whispered against my ear. “You need a bath, a hot meal, and about twelve hours of sleep.”

I let out a weak laugh.

“I need you to carry me,” I admitted. “I don’t think I can stand.”

“I’ll carry you anytime.”