Page 22 of Nursing the Alpha
Our eyes met. He nodded once, a small gesture, then stood and stepped aside, motioning toward it.
I approached him. I knew by now not to argue with him.
A bulky alpha in a business suit slid into the seat with a self-satisfied huff.
Seth turned his head slightly.
“That wasn’t for you. Get lost.”
That voice—low, rough, edged with steel. A shiver ran down my spine.
The other alpha looked up. Blanched.
“I didn’t know it was?—”
“Move,” Seth said.
The man stood. Fast.
He didn’t make eye contact as he melted into the crowd, and I stared up at Seth, stunned.
He’d always been… calm. Quiet. He had the kind of presence that didn’t demand attention but commanded it anyway. But now, with a few words, he’d reminded me what kind of alpha he had the potential to be.
And something deep inside me responded. My nipples tingled, and I groaned. I wasn’t so out of touch with my body that I didn’t realize I was attracted to him.
Seth gestured again.
“Sit.”
Heat flushed my face as I sank into the seat. Seth stood directly in front of me, holding on to the rail. He was so tall his coat brushed my knees. His thighs bracketed my field of vision. And?—
Not again.
His crotch was right in front of my face.
If I didn’t know better, I would think he deliberately put us in this situation.
That part of his anatomy seemed to be as huge as the rest of him. Was he aroused? I smelled him even among the hundreds of unwashed bodies on the train. A sweet, smoky scent wafted from his body, immediately capturing my senses. My breath hitched. Distraction. I needed a distraction.
My chest ached.
Milk gathered, the familiar tingle grew deep in my ducts. The sway of the train didn’t help.
A soft groan escaped my throat before I could help it.
“You okay?” Seth looked down at me.
I nodded. “Yeah. I’m just—yeah. Full.”
His eyes darkened a fraction, but his expression didn’t change.
“Rough day?” he asked.
I shrugged. “Not really. I mean, work’s been good. Weird but good.”
He nodded slowly, like it didn’t surprise him. “Do you at least enjoy it?”
“I’m not sure being treated like a cow is meant to be enjoyed,” I said with a laugh. “It’s not what I thought I’d end up doing, but it’s a means to an end.”
