Page 79 of Nursing the Alpha
Heat.
It slammed into me so fast my breath hitched and my thighs trembled.
Not now. Not—god, not now.
But my body didn’t care. I’d been warned that the first heat after a pregnancy could hit abruptly.
A sharp ache bloomed low in my belly, as well as a throbbing emptiness that screamed to be filled. My channel slicked fast, soaking through my underwear, spreading wetness.
My chest prickled from the milk pooling painfully in my glands. My nipples tightened to aching peaks as they pressed against the damp fabric.
No. No, no, no.
My first heat wasn’t supposed to be like this. Not while we were playing this dangerous game. My heat would make him even more feral. More primal. More animal.
But now, under him, bound in his weight, my traitorous body was lighting up like a fucking beacon.
The masked man above me growled low, a sound so wild my cock twitched violently in my sweatpants.
I whimpered into his palm, squeezing my thighs tight.
I should fight.
But the heat made it impossible.
Every brush of his gloved fingers over my skin left my nerve endings sparking. My back arched despite myself, a pathetic attempt to rub against the pressure between my thighs.
The mask stared back at me. Blank. Implacable.
Not Seth. Not my Seth.
This was a monster.
The kind from my filthiest alien romance novels. The ones who hunted down tiny omegas like me and bred them so full they couldn’t walk for days.
God help me, my cock throbbed at the thought.
“Please,” I whimpered, my voice muffled under his hand. “Please don’t?—”
But I didn’t mean it.
Not really.
He tore at my sweatpants and underwear with rough hands, fabric splitting with a sharp rip that made my hole clench in anticipation.
I gasped into his palm as cool air licked at my soaked slit.
So wet. So embarrassingly ready.
He didn’t hesitate and plunged two thick fingers inside me, stretching me open fast. Too fast.
I jerked my hips.
A choked sound escaped me—half sob, half moan—as my body betrayed me completely.
Slick gushed around his fingers, coating them with wet heat. My channel fluttered pathetically, gripping him like it couldn’t stand to let him go.
He wrenched my wrists together with his free hand and tied a bandanna around them, binding me.
