Page 37 of Nanny Omega

“Ahhh… uhh…” Ersa shoved a fist into his mouth as his body started to convulse, wound so tight he felt like it was ready to snap. His eyes squeezed shut, and his fingers dug into the mattress as Master Quin turned him inside out.

“Make me come… make me come…please… please,” he begged, too far gone to care. Master Quin reached for Ersa’s aching cock and stroked, and that was all it took to push him over the edge. Tears filled his eyes as he came hard.

“Ahh… fuck,” Master Quin hissed, his body convulsing above him. When he filled him with his come, Ersa mewed, squeezing his ass to prolong the pleasure. “I love it when you squeeze around my knot like that. It feels so good. Does it feel good for you too?”

“Mmm,” Ersa moaned, too tired to open his eyes, let alone speak.

“Okay, I’ll let you sleep,” Master Quin chuckled as he threw the covers over them and wrapped his arms around him. Ersa drifted away to the feel of the alpha’s soft lips on his neck.

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The next four days were a blur of heat and wild desire. Their bodies were tangled in sheets damp with sweat, come, and their combined scents, limbs entwined as they pushed each other to the edge again and again.

Ersa lost track of time, his senses overwhelmed by the alpha—his taste, his scent, the feel of his skin against his own.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck… ahh… ahhh,” Ersa moaned into the wall as Master Quin fucked him into oblivion. Ersa arched his back and widened his thighs to take the pistoning cock deeper. His mouth hung open as pleasure like no other flooded his veins and his orgasm burned a path down his spine. “Right there… right there… ahh… ahh… fuck,” Ersa whimpered as come shot out of his cock to hit the wall.

“Knot me,” Ersa cried. “I want to feel your knot, please… please.”

Master Quin growled as he fucked him in fast, uncoordinated thrusts, and then he went still. Ersa held his breath as the thick knot of muscles slid into his hole, stretching him so good he felt like he was going to pass out from the pleasure.

“Breathe, Ersa,” Master Quin said.

“Haa…” Ersa moaned, dragging air into his lungs.

“Are you okay?”

He was more than okay, Ersa thought as he rested his chin on his folded arms against the wall. “Mmmm, I’m fine.”

“Good,” Master Quin said as he rolled his hips, fucking Ersa with his knot. And it was pure ecstasy—a bliss so overwhelming Ersa felt like he was being swept away. But Master Quin wrapped his strong arms around him, anchoring him.

A while later, when they’d come down from their high and sweat cooled off their skin, Master Quin’s cock slipped out of his ass, a gush of come and his juices trailing down his thighs.

And all too soon, it was over.

The air between them hung heavy, thick with unspoken words and lingering heat. Ersa moved awkwardly toward the crumpled pile of clothes he’d abandoned on the floor four days ago. His fingers trembled slightly as he pulled them on, the rustle of fabric loud in the quiet room. Every so often, his gaze flicked toward Master Quin, searching, but the alpha remained silent, his expression carefully guarded. The distance between them felt vast, a chasm neither seemed willing to cross.

When no words came, Ersa turned and slipped out of the room, his heart an uneasy drumbeat in his chest. In the sanctuary of his old room, he washed away the evidence of their time together, the warm water doing little to soothe the ache twisting inside him.

Dinner was no better. The table that once held easy conversations and quiet laughter was now steeped in awkward silence. Every glance that passed between them was brief and weighted, every word spoken was just enough to fill the silence. And so, Ersa retreated—as he always did—into his role, caring for Benjn, letting the routine keep him grounded when everything else felt uncertain.

“I didn’t realize Vina rescheduled your appointment with Dr. Alora for tomorrow,” Master Quin said as they walked toward the nursery, his voice soft and careful, as if afraid to stir whatever lay between them. Benjn slept peacefully in Ersa’s arms, his tiny face relaxed in sleep. “Will you be okay to go by yourself after…” His words trailed off, the unfinished thought hanging between them. “I wish I didn’t have another appointment so I could go with you.”

“I’ll be fine,” Ersa said, his voice steady despite the swirl of emotions inside him. As he laid Benjn down in the crib, the cub sighed contentedly, and for a moment, Ersa focused on that gentle sound. When he straightened, his eyes met the alpha’s, and there, behind the guarded expression, he saw it—worry.

“Are you worried?” Ersa asked softly.

“A little,” he admitted, the tension in his posture giving him away.

“I’m sure everything will be fine,” Ersa said with quiet conviction. It had to be.

“Hicks will go with you,” Master Quin said, his tone firm and final.

“I can hire a shuttle,” Ersa offered, trying to keep his voice light, casual, though his heart was already pounding.

“No.” The word was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. Master Quin’s eyes darkened, his voice dropping into a low, almost primal growl. “I don’t want you in a shuttle with some strange alpha.”

The possessive edge in his voice sent a shiver through Ersa, his breath catching. He stared at the alpha, his mind spinning with questions he didn’t dare ask. What did he mean by that? Why did it sound like a warning… and a claim?

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