Page 29 of Nursing the Alpha

FLYNN

“ B aby, I’m so sorry.” Seth’s voice rumbled through the speaker, low and warm, threaded with regret. “I know I said I’d be home by six, but we had a client emergency. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“You’d better.” I pouted, stretching out across the couch, absently stroking over my rounded belly. “I’ve been waiting all day like some… neglected house omega.”

A soft laugh crackled in my ear. “Neglected? You? My little omega who’s been fucked full every night this week?”

My cheeks heated. I pressed my thighs together, and god help me, my slick betrayed me right there on the couch cushion. Pregnancy had turned my hormones into a live wire. I couldn’t seem to go a single hour without thinking about Seth inside me.

“You’re insatiable,” he murmured as if he could hear my arousal through the phone. “And I love it. I love how greedy you are now… always so wet for me, aren’t you?”

I whimpered softly.

“Yeah.” His tone dipped into that soothing, tender place that always left me undone. “Your alpha’s going to take care of you when he gets home. Just hold on for me, okay?”

“Okay,” I whispered.

“That’s my good omega.”

I sighed, my belly tightening as I melted back into the cushions. “See you later.”

“See you later, love.”

I hung up and stared at the dark screen for a long moment, my heart fluttering.

My hand drifted down again, and I rubbed slow circles over the small swell of my belly.

“Daddy takes such good care of us, doesn’t he?” I murmured. “You’ve got the best papa in the world.”

I smiled, warmth pooling low in my belly and lower still, heat blooming where I was already embarrassingly slick.

Maybe a distraction.

I grabbed the book from the coffee table to continue reading my usual poison—an alien smut with six-armed tentacled lovers.

It didn’t help.

The words blurred. Each page seemed designed to stoke the ache simmering in my core.

Who wouldn’t love six tentacles finding all the places in your body to touch?

My nipples tightened under the loose tee I’d stolen from Seth.

I rubbed my thighs together again, and a small, desperate sound escaped me.

“Goddamn it.” I snapped the book closed and tossed it aside.

I was too worked up. Too empty.

Too—

An idea bloomed, dark and thrilling.

My phone was still in my lap. My thumb hovered over the folder .

The videos.

The ones I’d saved from those nights when Seth would slip in like a thief, strip me bare, and take me as I slept.

We couldn’t play that game anymore. Not now. Not with the baby. Seth wouldn’t risk it. Not when he touched my belly every night like it was sacred and kissed it before kissing me.

So now I had to fake sleep when we wanted our somno fix. Pretend.

But watching him on those videos? Watching what he’d done to me back then?

That always made me come so hard.

I opened the folder and turned the TV on to connect the two devices. On the wide screen, the first thumbnail appeared of Seth, naked and magnificent in the moonlight, his muscles flexing as he bent over my sleeping form.

My breath came faster as the video played, the sound of Seth’s low groans filling the quiet room like he was here again, looming over me. On-screen, he gripped my hips, his thick cock disappearing into my sleeping body with brutal, hungry thrusts.

“You’re mine,” his recorded voice growled. “Even like this. Especially like this.”

I shuddered, pumping my cock lazily with one hand as I pinched my nipple with the other. Milk beaded instantly, and I gasped at the added rush of sensation.

God, I was soaked. My crease was slick, my belly warm under my palm as I rubbed gentle circles over the swell.

I imagined it was him. Seth behind me again, biting my shoulder as he fucked me stupid. His big hands on my chest, milking me, worshipping me.

The pressure coiled tighter low in my gut.

A thud .

Soft. A shift of air.

I jumped, my hand freezing on my cock, my eyes snapping to the doorway.

Seth.

He stood there, broad shoulders filling the frame, his dark eyes locked on me.

My stomach dropped. My face flamed hot with guilt. What was he doing here? Didn’t he say he would be late?

“Seth, I?—”

“Don’t stop.”

His voice was calm. Rough. Dangerous.

My lips parted.

“You look so fucking good right now, baby. Keep going.”

Heat surged through me. I curled my fingers tighter around my shaft, stroking slowly as he stalked into the room.

He didn’t break eye contact as he shrugged out of his jacket, then his shirt, his muscles flexing with every movement.

When he stood before me, stripped to the waist, he cupped my jaw.

“God, look at you,” he murmured, brushing my flushed cheek with his thumb. “So worked up. Did my little omega really need me this bad?”

I nodded, breathless.

“Show me,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “Take these off.”

With shaking hands, I pushed my shorts down, baring myself fully. My cock stood flushed and leaking.

Seth’s eyes darkened. He kneeled between my legs and leaned in, his breath hot against my belly.

“Don’t you dare stop touching yourself.”

Then his mouth closed around my nipple .

I choked on a moan as he suckled hard, using his hand to knead the other swollen pec until milk sprayed against his palm.

The video still played on the screen. On it, Seth’s voice whispered filth as he pounded into my sleeping body.

Now his mouth was on me in real time.

I was surrounded. Overwhelmed.

I worked my hand faster on my cock, jerking my hips as I bucked into his mouth and palm.

“Seth, fuck?—”

“That’s it, baby,” he growled against my chest. “Come for me.”

It hit me hard and fast.

I cried out, my cum striping my belly as my body seized under his mouth, his hand still coaxing more milk to spill over his fingers.

But he wasn’t done.

Seth stood, towering over me now, and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and hard and already glistening at the tip.

“Open,” he ordered.

I obeyed instantly, taking him deep into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head, and sucking hard.

“Good omega,” he groaned, his hand fisting in my hair.

I moaned around his length, working him with my mouth. He twitched and swelled as he neared the edge.

But just as I braced for the rush of him down my throat, he pulled back.

“Seth—” I gasped, dazed and needy.

“Shh.” He jerked himself hard, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of me—flushed, panting, milk-slick and trembling.

“Want to see you wear it.”

And with a low, broken growl, he came—thick ropes of hot cum painting my tits, my chest, streaking over the milk dripping from my swollen nipples.

I whimpered, staring up at him as his release slid down my skin, mixing with sweat and milk.

“Fuck, Flynn…” he groaned, still stroking as the last drops spilled across my flushed pecs.

“You’re perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.”

Seth’s dark eyes swept over me like I was something sacred and ruined just for him. My chest rose and fell, slick with milk and streaked with his cum, each breath hitching as the air cooled the mess clinging to my skin.

“Fuck, Flynn…” He smeared a drop of cum across my nipple. “You look like a fucking dream.”

I opened my mouth to answer, but all that came out was a broken whimper as he dipped his head low.

His tongue flicked out—slow and deliberate—tracing the curve of my pec.

I shivered violently as he licked up a streak of his release, humming low in his throat like I was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.

“God, you’re perfect,” he rasped. “You make me want to ruin you all over again.”

He latched onto my nipple, and I gasped as he suckled hard, drawing out a fresh rush of milk. It spilled over his lips, mixing with his cum, and he licked it away greedily, swallowing it down like a man starved.

I arched under him, gripping his hair as I cried out.

“Seth—”

“Shh,” he murmured against my chest, moving to my other nipple. “Don’t speak. Just let me clean up my pretty little mess.”

He licked a slow, hot stripe up the valley of my chest, gathering every trace of milk and cum he’d spread there on his tongue. The sound he made—low, guttural—vibrated against my skin.

When his lips reached mine, he paused, eyes locked on me with a hunger that made my whole body clench.

And then he spit it into my mouth.

Warm. Salty-sweet. Him and me, mixed and dripping over my tongue.

I moaned, parting my lips instinctively, and swallowed half of it, then licked the rest back into his mouth when he kissed me again.

“Fuck, Flynn,” he groaned into the kiss. “Taste yourself. Taste us.”

I whimpered as he pulled back slightly, a thin string of saliva connecting our lips. He smirked, scooping more milk from my pec with two fingers and slipping them into my mouth.

“Good omega,” he murmured. “Keep it there.”

His mouth returned to my chest, lapping and sucking greedily until his lips were wet again. This time when he came back to me, he didn’t stop. He spat, kissed, licked—passing it back and forth between our mouths until it was impossible to tell whose it had been first.

Every transfer felt filthy. Intimate. Addictive.

Until he swallowed.

I sank into the couch cushions, every nerve in my body still humming as Seth stroked over my belly. His touch was tender now, almost reverent, like he was trying to soothe every last tremor out of me.

“You’re here…” I whispered, my voice rough from moans.

With his thumb, Seth brushed lazy circles over the small swell of our baby. “I heard how much you missed me, sweetheart,” he said softly. “So I canceled my last appointment and came straight home. And god, am I glad I did. ”

My chest tightened in a way that had nothing to do with milk.

“You didn’t have to?—”

“I wanted to.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that made my insides feel warm and full. “I’ll always come home for you.”

Seth’s eyes flicked to the TV. The faint glow of the video still lit the room—his on-screen self, naked and feral, pounding into me as I slept.

“You made these?” he asked. “You… had a camera in the bedroom back then?”

My stomach plummeted. My face went hot as I tried to disappear into his neck.

“Flynn…” he murmured, amusement dancing in his voice now. “No, don’t hide from me.”

I shook my head, mortified, clutching his broad shoulders.

“You gave me shit when I watched you express milk for me,” he teased gently.

“This is different,” I mumbled into his skin, voice muffled.

“How so?” His lips curved against my temple.

“Shut up. It just is.”

Seth laughed softly, his chest rumbling under my cheek. “God, I love you.”

I peeked up at him, still flushed with embarrassment.

He smiled. “Don’t hide from this, Flynn. Don’t hide from what you want. You know what it does to me to see how much you need it too?”

“I…” My throat tightened. “I didn’t want you to think I was…”

“Like me?” His grin turned sharp but tender all at once. “ Baby, it makes me love you even more to know we’re both fucked up in the same way.”

I let out a shaky laugh, still half-buried against his chest.

He cradled my jaw and tipped my face up so he could kiss me—slow this time, unhurried, like we had all the time in the world.

“Next time,” Seth murmured, stroking my cheek, “you won’t have to watch an old video. I’ll let you pretend all over again. As long as you need.”

I melted into him, letting the weight of his words and his arms around me ground me, and for the first time all day, the ache in my chest finally eased.