Page 30 of Nursing the Alpha

FLYNN

T he house was finally quiet.

Upstairs, the sound machine in the kids’ room hummed faintly—white noise and little breaths from Jamie and Theo, seven and three, both sprawled in their beds after their nightly tug-of-war over which book to read.

And down here, in the warm lamplight of the nursery, it was just me and Savannah.

Her tiny fists curled into the fabric of my shirt as she nursed greedily, little suckling noises breaking the silence.

I couldn’t stop smiling.

I brushed a thumb over her soft cheek, marveling at how perfect she was. Three babies, and somehow, the miracle of them never stopped stealing my breath.

The door creaked softly behind me.

I didn’t even need to turn. I felt him, his presence always big, always magnetic.

“You’re still feeding her?” Seth’s voice was a low rumble, laced with disbelief and that familiar edge of longing.

I laughed quietly. “She’s growing. She needs my milk more than some already fully grown alpha who gets no nutrients from it.”

A growl vibrated the room.

“Say what you want.” He crossed to me in long, quiet strides. “I get all the nutrients I need from your milk.”

I tilted my head back to grin at him, unbothered by the sharpness in his voice. “Is that the reason you keep knocking me up?”

His lips curved in a slow, dangerous smile as he leaned down to kiss me.

“Partly,” he murmured against my mouth, cupping the back of my neck in that possessive way that still made my toes curl.

He pulled back just enough to nuzzle Savannah’s dark hair, inhaling deeply like he was memorizing her scent.

“I love the babies we make,” he said softly. “They’re so perfect.” His gaze lifted to mine, dark eyes warm and intense. “Just like their omega dad.”

My heart stuttered.

“And their alpha dad,” I whispered back.

His smile softened into something that felt like home.

We sat there in easy silence as Savannah’s suckling slowed, her eyelids growing heavy until they fluttered closed. Her breathing evened out, the weight of her small body sinking deeper into my arms.

But when I gently tried to ease her mouth off my nipple, her eyes flew open, and a wail burst from her tiny chest like I’d committed the ultimate betrayal.

“Oh no,” I groaned softly.

“Savannah, sweetheart…” Seth leaned in, his brow furrowed like he was negotiating with a wild animal instead of a three-month-old baby. “You’re killing me here. Don’t you know you’re supposed to share with Daddy? ”

Savannah responded with another indignant cry, her little fists flailing.

Seth sighed dramatically and dragged a hand down his face. “This kid is ruthless. She’s already cock-blocking me, Flynn. It’s a family tradition. Jamie and Theo did the same thing to me. I had to fight to get you into bed at night.”

I bit my lip to keep from laughing, adjusting her back to my chest. “You’re so dramatic. She’s hungry.”

“She’s spoiled,” Seth muttered under his breath. “All right, then, I’ll be the adult in the room.”

This time I waited until my nipple slipped from the baby’s mouth. Then I handed her to Seth. His expression softened as he plucked her from my arms. “Come on, little milk thief. Let’s get you settled before Daddy expires from neglect.”

I smothered a laugh as I stood, watching Seth cradle her tiny body against his broad chest. He kissed the top of her downy head, rocking her gently and whispering nonsense in that low, soothing voice that seemed to calm every storm.

“You’re a pushover, you know,” I teased, passing him her soft blanket.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his gaze never leaving our daughter’s tiny face. “For all of you.”

My chest ached in the best way.

I leaned in to kiss Savannah’s forehead, then Seth’s shoulder. I slipped out of the nursery and walked to our bedroom.

There, I tugged open my drawer and pulled out the new negligee, the one that hugged my hips and framed my still-swollen pecs in sheer lace.

I put it on and checked myself in the mirror. Even with my body softer now from three pregnancies, Seth’s voice echoed in my mind .

You’re perfect. You’ll always be perfect to me.

I settled on the edge of the bed, anticipation pooling low in my belly. But after several minutes, Seth hadn’t come.

Frowning, I padded back toward the nursery.

I smiled.

He sat in the rocking chair, Savannah’s tiny form nestled against his bare chest, humming a lullaby and stroking her back.

My throat went tight.

Seth, the man who had once prowled into my room at night like a hungry wolf, now sat there radiating love so fiercely it made my knees weak.

He caught my gaze and smiled sheepishly. “She’s got her claws in me. I tried to put her down, but…”

“I know.” My voice was soft, full. “You’re a really good dad, you know that?”

His smile turned tender. “Only because I’ve got the best omega to teach me.”

Tears pricked my eyes as I stepped back into the hall. God, I’d have ten more babies with this man if I could. Just to see him like this. Just to fall harder for him every damn day.

I went back to bed, curling up in the soft sheets, resting my hand on my chest, where Seth’s mouth would be soon enough.

But as I waited, the warmth and quiet caught up with me, and my eyes drifted shut.

I woke to the wet, rhythmic pull of a mouth on my nipple.

A soft sigh escaped me before I even opened my eyes. The familiar ache in my chest eased as the letdown came, warm milk flowing into Seth’s greedy mouth .

“Mm…” I murmured, threading my fingers lazily into his thick hair.

His low hum of pleasure vibrated against my pec, sending a shiver through me.

“You’re insatiable,” I whispered sleepily, though there was no bite to it. My other hand drifted to his broad shoulder, tracing the curve of muscle as he sucked deeply, his tongue lapping at the milk spilling down the curve of my breast.

Seth pulled back just long enough to murmur against my damp skin, “So are you. Don’t think I didn’t notice you put that negligee on for me, sweetheart.”

I smiled, my eyes still half-lidded, and tugged him closer.

His lips curved against my chest. He suckled again, this time slower, more reverent, like he wanted to savor every drop.

I let my head fall back against the pillows, heat unfurling low in my belly as his hand slid down to rest over the slight softness there—the place where his babies had grown.

And I knew—without a word—this was only the beginning. I would never get tired of nursing my alpha.