Page 11 of Nursing the Alpha
God.
The musky, faintly spicy scent of him hit me like a drug. My nostrils flared helplessly as I inhaled—deep and desperate—before I could stop myself.
It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
I wanted to press my face there. Nuzzle. Let his scent flood my lungs until I was dizzy. Until I forgot where I ended and Seth began.
My cock twitched in my jeans, painfully hard now. My chest ached too, my milk heavy and almost throbbing with need.
Seth didn’t seem to notice. His hand remained braced casually on the pole, his gaze flicking lazily to the door as more passengers shuffled past.
By the time the train lurched forward again, he’d shifted back a few inches, leaving me shaking, flushed, and painfully aware of how empty my chest and my insides felt.
When the train finally screeched to our station, I stood at once. As the doors opened, the crowd pushed past us. Seth put his hand on my back lightly, guiding me forward with surprising care for a man his size. The heat of his palm burned through my jacket like he’d pressed a brand there.
“Careful,” he murmured as I stumbled on the step up to the platform.
“Thanks.” My voice came out soft, breathless.
We walked side by side, and I couldn’t think of anythingto say. Not without it sounding weird. Not without blurting out something like, “Will you pretend you’re an alien and breed me nonstop all night?”
But he would leave if I didn’t say something, and my mind was stressfully drawing a blank.
“New books?” Seth nodded at the bag hanging from my arm.
“Y-yeah.” I adjusted the strap, trying to hide my blush. “Some alien romance. The… um… unhinged kind.”
His lips twitched. “Unhinged, how?”
“Oh, you know.” I waved a hand vaguely, instantly regretting it. “Possessive aliens. Obsession. Breeding. That sort of thing.”
The corner of his mouth curved like he was fighting a grin. “Sounds intense.”
“You could say that.” I laughed nervously, heat creeping up my neck. I shouldn’t be telling him these things, but he made it so easy to talk to him. “Not that I’m weird or anything. It’s just a different world and a lot more fun to read.”
We reached the stairs leading out of the station, and we both slowed.
“You’re allowed to like alien peen,” he said.
“Oh god!” I covered my face with my hands, and he laughed. “Pretend I never mentioned it.”
“All right, then. You headed straight home?” he asked casually, his strides slower to allow me to keep up with him.
“Yeah. You?”
“Same.” His hand flexed slightly at his side, like he wanted to reach out again but didn’t. “I, uh, hope those books are good.”
“They will be,” I said. “They always are.”
“Then I’ll wait for your update.”
At the street level, we both lingered awkwardly, as if waiting for the other to make a move. Did he want to ask me out? I would say yes in a heartbeat. It wasn’t every day I came across alphas who weren’t put off by the scent of a lactating omega. Especially one who gave birth to a child that wasn’t his.
“Well.” I fiddled with the straps of my bag. “Guess I’ll see you next Friday?”
“Yeah,” Seth said, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. “Next Friday.”
He gave me a small smile and turned down the street.
