Page 69 of Nursing the Alpha
The kind of cold that clung to your skin and seeped into your bones no matter how fast you walked.
But even as I made my way up the steps of Flynn’s building, my body burned.
It had burned for two weeks straight.
Every night.
Every time I slipped through his door like a thief, my veins felt scorched from the inside out.
I couldn’t stay away.
God knew I should’ve.
Tonight felt no different, and yet, something in me whispered it was.
The apartment looked the same. Dark. Quiet.
His bedroom door stood ajar like always, a faint slice of golden light spilling from his nightstand lamp.
The scent of milk drifted faintly on the air, weaker than before. My chest tightened. He wasn’t producing as much anymore. My omega’s supply was drying up.
By now I should’ve moved on. Found another omega who could give me what I craved. Someone fresh. Fuller. Someone whose body could keep me fed and sated until I couldn’t drink anymore.
But I couldn’t.
It had to be Flynn.
Always Flynn.
I undressed quickly, folding my clothes with a care that felt out of place for the depravity of what I was about to do.
I slipped into the bed behind him, the mattress dipping softly under my weight.
He was wearing another one of those negligees. Black lace stretched taut over his pecs, delicate straps digging into his pale shoulders. His thighs were bare, smooth, parted slightly like he’d been waiting for me.
Fuck.
I let my hand hover over his hip before settling there, fingers splaying wide, memorizing the shape of him.
His body was warm and pliant. His breathing slow, even.
The bottle of sleeping pills sat where it always did on the nightstand.
I hated it.
Hated the ritual.
Hated that I couldn’t stop.
And at the same time loved it. The stolen moments I got to use his hole like it was exclusively mine.
For a long moment I just lay there spooning him, staring at the back of his head. His curls were mussed, his scent weaker but still enough to make my cock stir against his ass.
What would we say to each other if I stayed? If I didn’t leave in the mornings before the sleeping pills wore off.
Two weeks of this game. Of me taking and him lettingme. It had gone on for so long that it felt like honesty would break us.
Would we even know how to stop?
