Page 63 of Nursing the Alpha
His body twitched, but he didn’t wake.
I moved to his other pec, dragging my tongue across the swollen bud and latching on again. The first pull was a rush, his milk hotter this time, the flow steady, as though his body had been waiting for me.
My hips pressed forward involuntarily, the friction sending sparks of need through me.
My little omega.
My angel.
My ruin.
“You’re mine,” I whispered, voice hoarse. “Even when you’re cruel. Even when you’re punishing me. You’ll always be mine.”
His milk coated my tongue, dripping warm and sweet down my throat, and for the first time in days, the gnawing ache in my chest dulled.
But my hunger for him didn’t.
I nudged Flynn’s legs apart, and the scent hit me full force.
Sweet. Slick.
My cock twitched hard, leaking against the lace that barely covered him. I glided my fingers lower, and even through the thin barrier, I felt how wet he was for me.
God.
“Look at you.” I dragged my fingers along the damp seam of his lingerie. “So fucking helpless. So ready for me.”
I pressed the pad of my finger to his entrance. Slick clung to me instantly, warm and sinful.
“Can’t tell me to stop touching you,” I murmured against his chest and suckled greedily at his nipple, drawing another rush of milk to flow over my tongue. “You’re mine to play with. Mine to enjoy.”
He gave a soft, unconscious whimper. The sound sent heat spearing down my spine.
I drew back just enough to watch his chest rise and fall, his lips parted in sleep, lashes fluttering as though he felt me in his dreams.
I circled his entrance lazily with my thumb, gatheringmore slick and slipping the tip of my finger inside. His body accepted me easily, his heat gripping me like he’d been waiting for this—waiting for me.
“Fuck, Flynn…” My voice cracked, low and guttural. “Do you know what you do to me? Do you even understand?”
I added a second finger, working them in slow, careful thrusts as I latched back on to his pec, drawing more milk. My cock throbbed against his thigh, aching for the heat that pulsed around my fingers.
“You’ve been teasing me for days,” I growled softly. “Sitting at that window. Leaving me dry. And now this…” I curled my fingers just enough to make his body shiver. “You wanted this all along, didn’t you?”
His only answer was a soft gasp as he lifted his hips, almost seeking more.
I bit back a groan.
“Yeah, that’s it. Even asleep, your body knows who it belongs to.”
I pulled my fingers free, his slick coating them to the knuckle, and brought them to my mouth. The taste was faint but heady, and I licked them clean like a starving man.
More.
Nudging myself between his thighs, I rubbed my cock against his hole and hissed.
So hot.
So wet.
