Page 31 of Nursing the Alpha
“I already asked the staff to make the restroom temporarily unavailable.” His voice was quiet, strained. “So you’d have privacy.”
I stared at him.
“You did that… for me?”
He stepped in closer. “I’d do anything for you, Flynn. Don’t you know that?”
The floor seemed to fall out beneath me, and I swayed.
“I-I need to express. But I don’t have a bottle. It’ll be difficult.”
He was quiet for a breath.
“Would it help if I… did it?”
I furrowed my brows. “What do you mean?”
“I mean”—he took another step, voice low and slow and trembling—“would it help if I suckled the milk out?”
My knees nearly gave out.
“I can’t ask you to do that.”
“You’re not asking. I’m offering.”
“Seth—”
But he already lifted his hands and rested them gently on my waist, pulling me closer to him. His eyes searched mine for any hint of hesitation.
“Just say no,” he whispered.
I didn’t.
Instead, I nodded.
And when he leaned in and closed his lips around my nipple, everything in me went soft and electric at once. It wasn’t just the relief, though there was that. It was the heat. The connection. The sheer intimacy of it.
A grown man had never suckled me before.
I gasped.
Seth’s hands were steady on my hips. He suckled carefully, reverently. The milk let down with a kind of warmth that shot straight through my core.
He didn’t stop. Didn’t spit it out. Just drank.
Relief came in trickles, my body slowly unclenching as he took the milk from me. The sensation left me breathless. I had to clench my teeth as the urge to grab his head and to moan filled my chest. My ass was slicking over, my natural lube readying me for the alpha it wanted.
Oh fuck.
I wanted him to press me to the wall and fuck me.
“Oh god,” I whispered. “Seth.”
Seth groaned, picked me up as if I weighed nothing, and walked over to the sink, where he set me gently down on the vanity. His hands never left me. His mouth only did for a brief moment for him to switch to my other nipple.
I clung to the edges of the counter, eyes fluttering half closed and head thrown back so my chest arched farther toward him, exposing myself wholly. I twined my fingers into his dark locks, each stroke of his tongue over the nipple drawing out a quiet gasp or whimper.
“Oh fuck.” My breathing grew shallow as my womb clenched in anticipation.
