Page 75 of Nursing the Alpha
A pregnant pause filled the space between us.
“Who says it can’t?” Seth’s voice was low, dangerous.
“Huh?”
He leaned in, his dark eyes glinting. “The first time I saw you, I thought you were sweet. Innocent. But you’re not, are you?”
My stomach flipped violently.
“I did think about it,” he said. “Dragging you off into the woods and having my way with you. Making you beg for my knot. Watching your hole drip with my cum. We can do it, if you want.”
My breath hitched. “We… we can?”
A slow, wolfish smile spread across his face.
“We can. And to make it even better, I’m not going to tell you when it’ll happen.” He reached across the table, brushing my fingers. “We’re going to fulfill one of your fantasies, Flynn. Every last filthy detail.”
My heart thundered, equal parts fear and excitement pooling low in my belly.
My fingers felt numb where they brushed his.
I should’ve pulled away. I should’ve laughed, told him he was insane, that we were both insane. But I didn’t.
Because my heart was pounding so loud I swore Seth could hear it.
He wasn’t joking.
I could see it in his eyes—that dark, hungry glint that said he’d thought about it. Every filthy, depraved possibility. And now he was daring me to admit I wanted it too.
God help me… I did.
I’d thought my books were just an escape. Pages full of fantasy, impossible scenarios that I could close whenever I wanted. But sitting here, I realized how deep it went.
How much I wanted to live in that fantasy.
To be taken. Hunted. Owned.
I pressed my thighs together under the table, a shiver snaking down my spine. I imagined him again, his size, his strength, the way he could drag me screaming into the shadows, and nobody would hear. Nobody would save me.
I don’t want to be saved.
My body betrayed me, even as my mind whispered warnings.
This is the real world, Flynn. Alphas like Seth don’t just pounce and knot you in the dirt.
But another part of me—darker, more honest—hissed back:Why not? Isn’t that what you’ve been craving all along?
Seth stroked over my knuckles with his thumb, gentle in a way that only made his words echo louder.
“I won’t tell you when it’ll happen.”
A thrill shot through me. My chest tightened, my nipples aching against the fabric of my shirt. My body already knew what my mouth refused to say out loud.
I wanted it.
I wantedhim.
I let out a deep sigh, and Seth’s smile deepened. Like he could smell the shift in me. Like he already knew he’d won.
