Page 35 of Nursing the Alpha
“I was kinda hoping you would want to do this some more.”
Disappointment bloomed inside me. “Oh, sex.”
“Not just sex. I like talking to you on the train.” He inhaled sharply, then let out the air on a gust of breath. “I want to be with you, Seth, and I know that means you’ll have a boyfriend who is always leaking, but I’ll quit my job. I won’t work for that family anymore, and in no time my milk will disappear.”
I ran my palm over one, then the other nipple. “I hope not. I like your pecs full of milk. Very nourishing.”
“But it’s so embarrassing. I leak all the time.”
“Then I’ll make it my duty to empty you.”
Finn reached up and cupped the side of my face. “You really don’t mind?”
I kissed the middle of his palm. “Are you kidding me? Itdrives me wild whenever I smell your milk. Don’t be surprised if you wake up to me sucking on your tits.”
Fuck. Had I said too much?
His face turned red, and he ducked his head. “I wouldn’t mind,” he whispered. “I’ve never had anyone do that to me before.”
“Don’t be shy. You like it?”
“Hmm.” He nodded. “Seth, you’re so good to me.”
He kissed me. A soft, slow kiss, brimming with warmth and promise.
The knot inside him eased. I pulled out reluctantly, a part of me missing the intimate warmth immediately. Slickness seeped onto the sheets below us, but neither of us cared much about it. He snuggled against me in silence as I placed an arm around him, pulling him close against my bare chest.
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The room was quiet, wrapped in the soft pitter-patter of the rain against the windowpane. Seth’s arm was heavy around my waist, his palm splayed possessively over my stomach like he was staking a claim in his sleep. The weight of him felt solid and grounding, and I didn’t dare move. Not yet.
I let myself bask in it.
There was something heady about this. The press of his chest against my back, the slow, steady rhythm of his breath against my neck. It wasn’t just the afterglow of what we’d done. It was more. Deeper. Like I was tethered to him in some unseen way.
Seth likes nursing from me.
The thought sent a shiver straight through me, pooling low in my belly. Heat curled there, soft and unhurried, and I pressed my thighs together. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so… cherished. Like every part of me, even the parts I’d been taught to hide or apologize for, was wanted.
I laid my hand on my chest.
The ache was there again. Fullness blooming behind mynipples, heavy and tight. I bit my lip and shifted, testing how bad it was. The pressure spiked, sharp enough to make my breath hitch. If I didn’t express soon, I’d leak all over the sheets.
Carefully, I inched away from Seth’s warmth. Slow, deliberate movements so I wouldn’t wake him. But the mattress dipped under his weight, and before I could fully slip free, a hand closed around my wrist.
“Where’re you going?” His voice was low, rough with sleep.
My heart stuttered. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. I… need to express. Go back to sleep.”
There was a beat of silence. I expected him to roll over, to mumble something, and let me go. Instead, he tightened his grip, and his lips kissed the back of my neck.
“That’s what I’m here for,” he murmured. “Lie down.”
My stomach fluttered wildly.
“You don’t have to?—”
