Page 72 of Nursing the Alpha
I flipped him roughly, his back arching as I hauled his hips up, pulling him into me as I thrust. He screamed and pulled away, but I wasn’t having it. I pulled him back onto my cock, grinding all the way inside him to the base despite his sob.
His negligee was a shredded mess, the delicate lace torn and hanging loose at his sides where I’d yanked it down. The straps had slipped from his shoulders, baring the smooth expanse of his back, the fabric bunched uselessly at his waist.
I dragged my hands up his spine, watching goosebumps bloom under my palms, before gripping his shoulders and pistoning into him harder.
“Mine,” I growled, voice hoarse.
His breath hitched, a raw sound torn from his throat as my teeth found the back of his neck.
“You’re fucking mine too,” he snarled, voice muffled against the pillow. “Now fuck me, alpha. Like you fucking mean it.”
A guttural growl ripped out of me. I grabbed a fistful of his curls, yanking his head back so I could bite down hard on the curve of his shoulder.
He cried out, his fingers clutching at the sheets, nails dragging furrows through the fabric as I force fed him my cock, hips snapping forward in punishing, relentless thrusts.
The bed frame rattled violently under us, the headboard banging the wall in time with every frantic drive of my cock. The air was thick with the sounds of wet skin slapping, ragged breathing, and our shared, desperate groans.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” I growled, teeth scraping along his nape. “So tight… so wet… tell me to slow down, baby.”
“I can take it,” Flynn gasped, his voice breaking, his ass pushing back into my thrusts. “Don’t hold back. Give me everything, Seth. Every filthy fucking thing.”
I ground into him so my pelvis hit the swell of his ass. My hands slid up his chest, palms cupping his pecs as my fingers pinched his nipples, coaxing milk to bead and spill. I could feel the wetness dripping down my fingers. I brought my fingers to my lips and sucked them into my mouth.
He tasted like sunshine and hell.
My hands kneaded and milked his pecs in time with my pounding hips, the rich scent of milk and slick thickening the air until I was drunk on it.
“You like this?” I panted against his skin.“You like me milking you while I fuck you raw, while I own this perfect body?”
“Yes,” he gasped, voice muffled against the sheets. “God,yes, Seth. I fucking love it. I love being your dirty little omega.”
That was all it took.
I lost the last shred of control, fucking him harder, faster, my knot swelling as my cock throbbed inside him.
“Gonna fill you up,” I growled through gritted teeth, my lips dragging along the shell of his ear. “Gonna breed you so deep you’ll be dripping for days.”
“Yes! Fuck—do it—fill me—fuck me full, Seth.”
My orgasm hit me like lightning, release flooding into him in hot, thick pulses, so much it spilled back out around the base of my knot even as it swelled and locked me inside him.
Flynn convulsed beneath me, his own orgasm wracking him. He clawed at the sheets, his voice breaking as he cried out, trembling violently as I held him pinned, my chest pressed flush to his slick back.
“Don’t leave,” he whispered hoarsely, his words nearly lost in the haze of our ragged breathing. “I don’t want to pretend anymore. I love everything you do to me.”
I buried my face in the back of his neck, my own chest heaving.
“Never again.”
22
FLYNN
Istretched languidly, my muscles protesting with a dull ache, but I curved my lips into a slow smile. God, I was sore in all the right places. Every shift of my hips reminded me exactly how many times Seth had taken me last night, filling me, emptying me, and then starting all over again.
My pecs ached too—emptied completely.
I cupped them through my thin T-shirt, grazing a tender nipple with my thumb. A soft sigh slipped out. He’d been insatiable. By the end of it, I wasn’t sure if I’d been feeding him or if he’d been feeding some dark, primal part of me he’d awakened.
