Page 33 of Nursing the Alpha
I swept him into my arms.
He let out a soft noise, surprised, but he didn’t protest as I carried him through the narrow hallway and into his bedroom with his guidance. The sheets on the bed were rumpled, the curtains drawn. Intimate. Dim.
I laid him down gently, then kneeled beside him, brushing his damp hair from his forehead. “You’re so beautiful.”
He blushed but didn’t look away.
I leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth, slow and careful, then lower to his jaw, his neck, the soft skin at the base of his throat. When I slipped the buttons of his shirt open and pressed my lips across the curve of his chest, he shivered beneath me.
Milk clung to his skin, warm and sweet. I licked a bead from his nipple. He tensed.
He tasted like comfort. Like need. Like something sacred.
I suckled softly, rhythmically, while my hands explored the warm slope of his body. The tension in him melted bit by bit until he lay boneless beneath me, breathless, arms twining around my shoulders.
“Seth,” he whimpered. “Why does that feel so good?”
“Because it’s you and me, Flynn, and we give each other what we need.”
His breath hitched at my words, but his eyes remained locked on to mine, filled with trust and a hint of relief. I stood back and lifted the hem of my shirt. “Let me watch you undress.”
I absentmindedly removed my clothes, my eyes fixated on the way Flynn sat up, took off his shirt, and threw it onto the floor. He’d stopped leaking. A pity.
He unbuckled his belt and slipped off his pants, along with his underwear, leaving himself bare to me in the dim light of his bedroom. His erection stood proud and hard against his belly. A small moan left his lips as he lay back down.
A blush spread over his chest, crawled up the column of his throat, flushed his cheeks. He looked bashful yet anticipatory, nervous yet excited. I drank in every inch of him from his soft brown hair matted against his forehead to the patch of hair low on his stomach that led lower still.
I climbed onto the bed, nudging his legs apart easily. He didn’t resist. I aimed for his mouth, and he slung an arm around my neck, welcoming my presence. I felt like I was home.
I let my tongue explore his mouth while I trailed my hand down his body, over his sides, squeezing the sleek curve of his hip and slipping under him to grope his round backside.
“Seth,” he gasped, his chest rising and falling hard. “I want you so much.”
His scent was driving me wild, and I had to fight against the instinct to flip him onto all fours and rut between his legs. I wanted this sweet omega to enjoy the time he wouldspend tonight on my cock. I wanted him to crave it. To need it. To not be able to live without it.
I wanted him forever.
I kissed down his neck and found his left nipple. The sweet residue of milk stained my tongue and opened a hunger deep inside me to drain his chest dry. I cupped his pec, squeezing, pumping, eliciting a whimper from him. Latching on, I sucked gently, flicking my tongue over the sensitive skin. His sharp gasp filled the room as he writhed beneath me.
Fuck.
It turned him on.
He got off on me drinking his milk.
My cock throbbed hard, and I ground it against his belly, rubbing over the silkiness of his skin.
“Oh my god.” His fingernails dug into my back. “Seth, please. I’m so wet. Oh god, please, fuck me. I can’t take it anymore.”
The scent of his slick and his milk permeated the room as though I would drown from the heady fragrance. His scent told me how ready he was for me.
I shuffled down his body, took his cock into my mouth, and let my tongue play over his sensitive tip, then sank down to take him all in. His thighs quivered, and his panting grew louder.
With one hand, I reached between us, my fingers slippery from the slick running down his taint. I found his entrance, slipped a finger into him, and thrust slowly. Drawing back from his cock, I pressed kisses over the folds of his sac and down toward where my finger disappeared inside him.
“Oh god…” Flynn moaned as my lips met flesh, kissing his hole and fucking him there with my tongue and fingers. His words were punctuated by sharp exhales as he tilted his hips upward to meet every careful thrust.
“Fuck, you’re so sweet.” I lapped at his entrance, where his slick flowed like honey on my tongue. I couldn’t decide what I loved more—his slick or his milk.
