Page 20 of Nursing the Alpha
Rubbed his pecs, slow and gently, like he was easing the tension before suction. A drop of milk beaded on his fingertip. He brought it to his lips.
Andlicked it.
I came.
No stroking. No touch. Just a slow, sharp, helpless release that racked my entire body while I stared at the omega on the other side of the glass.
My omega.
He didn’t know it yet.
But soon… he would.
8
FLYNN
Fridays were starting to feel like my favorite day. Maybe it was the routine. Maybe it was the library. Or maybe it was the way I couldn’t stop thinking about Seth.
But today? Today I felt good.
The sun was still high when I stepped into the library, clutching my canvas tote full of finished books. The sliding glass doors whooshed shut behind me, and I inhaled the familiar scent of paper, ink, and the faint pine-and-vanilla fragrance they pumped through the air vents. It used to be musty in here, back when I worked the evening shift, and the heating always broke. But things had improved.
Or maybe I had.
I padded past the new arrivals and made a beeline for the returns desk, where Micah flashed me a smile from behind the counter.
“Flynn?” He blinked. “Is that you?”
“Hey.” I grinned, dropping the tote onto the counter. “It’s good to see you back from your break.” He’d gone on Omega Recovery Leave for a week before he gave birth to abouncing baby girl. I hadn’t seen him since, but he’d posted photos all over social media. Not that we ever got to see her face. Just chubby arms and legs and a riot of red curls like her alpha daddy.
Micah leaned forward, narrow-shouldered and fresh-faced, a pair of horn-rimmed glasses sliding down his nose. He looked the same as ever—sweet, soft-spoken. He was probably reading a five-hundred-page hardback under the desk.
“Wow, you look—” He tilted his head, eyes narrowing as he gave me a slow once-over. “Glowing. What the hell? Last I saw you, you were half-asleep and as big as a whale from that surrogacy.”
I laughed. “I’m getting my figure back.”
He gestured at the bag. “Returns?”
“Yeah, and I’ve got holds to pick up too.”
Micah pulled the tote toward him and scanned the stack of books, raising an eyebrow at the titles.His Twin Tentacles, My Womb.Alien Hatchery Heat.Solar Knights of Omega Sector.
“You’re still reading this stuff, huh?”
I shrugged with zero shame. “The aliens treat omegas like treasure. What’s not to love? The smut is top tier, and an omega can hope.”
Micah snorted. “Like treasure? Don’t they usually forcibly breed the omegas with or without their consent?”
“The omegas like it. They just need a little time to realize it.”
Micah’s jaw dropped, and he shuddered. “Honestly, Flynn, I fear for you. Let’s hope you never get abducted because I have a feeling you’d not even put up a fight.”
“Depends. How hot is the alpha?”
“Hotness level does not make it okay!” The librarian gasped. “The answer is always no means no.”
I grinned. “If it ever happens, I’ll tell you what I decided.”
