Page 13 of Nursing the Alpha
Flynn’s jog slowed further until he stopped altogether, hands braced on his knees as he bent forward to catch his breath. His curls clung damply to his forehead, his chest rising and falling fast.
God, he was beautiful like this. Flushed. Vulnerable. Alone.
And completely unaware of me.
Not for long.
I wet my lips, already planning it. A sound. Just loud enough to carry in the stillness. Low. Animal. Like something from deep in the woods.
Would he freeze?
Would he call out, trying to sound braver than he felt?
Would his breath hitch the way it did when I stood too close on the train, like fear and something sweeter tangled together in his chest?
I wanted to know.
I ducked into the woods, behind a thick trunk where I could still observe him. And I did it.
A low, deliberate sound rumbled from my throat. Half growl, half sigh. Just loud enough to prick at his instincts.
Flynn froze midstretch.
He jerked his head up, curls sticking damply to his flushed forehead, his wide eyes scanning the treeline.
“Hello?” His voice wavered, small in the thick morning air. “Who’s there?”
He straightened fully, brushing the phone in his pocket like he was reminding himself it was there.
The edge in his voice sent a bolt of heat straight to my cock.
That slight fear. That uncertainty.
I clenched my fist as my mind spiraled fast and filthy.
What would he do if I stepped out of the trees right now? If I grabbed him, dragged him into the brush before he could scream?
Would he fight? Cry? Or would his soft little omega body betray him, slicking up, clenching around my cock like he was made to be dominated by an alpha?
Like those human boys in his alien books, taken to strange ships in the dead of night. Fucked within an inch of their lives until they forgot their own names.
I knew about the books.
Out of curiosity, I’d bought one myself to see what he was into. I’d thought I was prepared for filth.
I wasn’t.
Page after page of huge, ruthless aliens breaking a tiny omega open. Slick dripping from ruined holes, as they were knotted, bred, filled over and over until they were sobbing for more.
In the one I’d got, a title I’d glimpsed from Flynn’s bag, the pint-sized omega had to service a horde of aliens on a ship, which he protested at first. By the end of the book, he was dripping from loads pumped inside him in just a coupleof hours and still begging for more like the omega slut he was.
Was it just reader interest?
Or was that what Flynn wanted?
To be abducted. Owned. Used. Forced to spread his legs without a say in the matter while some alpha pumped him full of his seed.
My cock throbbed painfully in my jeans.
