Page 82 of Nursing the Alpha
“Run,” I said again, low and dangerous. “Fight me for it. Make me catch you. Then I’ll knot you. Then I’ll breed you so full you won’t walk for a week.”
Flynn whimpered, his bound hands flexing.
“Promise?”
“Yes. I promise. You give me a good chase, and I’ll give you every filthy thing you’re begging for.”
His chest rose and fell so fast I thought he might faint. But then he nodded, frantic.
“O-okay. Okay. I’ll run.”
I let go of his wrists and helped him to his feet.
He was a vision, skin flushed, thighs streaked with slick, my cum and milk shining on his belly. His breaths came in sharp little pants, his knees threatening to buckle as he turned from me.
“Go,” I ordered.
And he did.
He stumbled first, his legs still weak, but then he found his footing and bolted, naked, milk-slick, desperate, into the trees, away from the safety of the path.
The sight of him running, his ass flexing, curls bouncing, feet kicking up leaves, made my blood sing.
My prey.
Mine.
I gave him a good head start. Enough to make it interesting. To make the chase worth it.
Then I rose, licking milk from my lips as I adjusted my cock, still dripping, still hard.
The hunt wasn’t over.
Not yet.
The woods swallowed me whole as I moved.
Every step was deliberate. Silent. My boots sank into damp leaves, crunching beneath my weight.
The air was thick with him.
Sweet. Spicy. That addictive tang of omega heat.
It wound through the trees like a lure, dragging me deeper, filling my lungs with every breath until my cock was throbbing again, dripping precum onto my thigh.
I called out, low and sharp, slicing through the forest like a blade.
“Don’t make it easy for me, little rabbit.”
The words echoed. A warning. A threat. A promise.
“Run,” I growled. My voice rose, harsher now. “Run for me, omega. Run while you still can.”
Somewhere ahead, I heard a sharp intake of breath. Then the sound of stumbling feet.
Good.
I followed, unhurried, savoring the rush.
