Flynn’s chest heaved, his nipples glossy and leaking, milk dripping in steady trails to his stomach, where it mingled with my cum.
The scent hit me.
Sweet. Pungent. Twisted with something sharper.
Heat.
My stomach tightened violently.
I lowered my head, inhaling deep. The air itself felt weighted with him—his milk, his slick, his desperation.
He was in heat.
No mistaking it now.
Flynn’s wide, teary eyes met mine through the mask. His lips trembled, and then he sobbed out, “Please…”
He clawed at my thighs, desperate, trying to guide my cock back inside him.
“I need it. Seth, please knot me. I need your knot.”
His voice broke on the last word. He bucked his hips as though he could impale himself if he tried hard enough.
Fuck.
My cock throbbed, still rock hard, smearing more cum across his trembling stomach as he grasped me with both hands, slick fingers fumbling to line me up with his entrance again.
“Need you… need you so bad. Can’t—can’t take it anymore.”
The way he begged—so pretty, so fucking desperate—nearly undid me.
But I wasn’t ready to end this.
Not yet.
I caught his wrists and wrenched them above his head, holding them there as I leaned down close enough for his breath to hitch against my mask.
“How badly do you want it?” I growled.
“Bad. So bad.” His eyes fluttered shut, tears streaking hot down his temples. “Please, I’ll do anything. Just—just give it to me. Knot me full. Fill me up. Please.”
“Anything?”
“Yes,” he gasped. “Anything. Please. God, I need you—I need you inside me. I c-can’t think.”
His body writhed under me, thighs falling open wider asif to offer himself completely. His scent was dizzying now, each inhale making my cock twitch and ache.
I could have ended it here. Could’ve slammed back inside, knotted him tight, bred him until his heat burned out in my arms.
But where was the fun in that?
I pressed my mouth to his ear, let him feel my breath ghost hot over his flushed skin.
“If you want it that bad, little omega,” I whispered darkly, “then run.”
He stiffened in surprise.
“Run?”