Page 83 of Nursing the Alpha
Leaves crunched ahead. A snapped twig. Ragged panting.
He was trying so hard to get away.
God, it made my cock ache.
“Faster, Flynn.” My voice came out guttural, deep. “Or I’ll drag you back screaming.”
He whimpered, so faint I almost missed it.
The scent of his heat pulsed stronger, cloying, intoxicating.
Slick. Sweat. Milk.
It hit me like a punch to the gut. My vision tunneled. Every nerve sang.
I caught sight of him through the trees, his pale skin glowing, body streaked with cum and dirt.
So fucking beautiful. So mine.
I sped up.
He jerked his head back as if he felt me closing in. He stumbled over a root but caught himself, forcing his legs to keep moving.
“Run, little rabbit,” I snarled. “Run before I catch you.”
I saw the way his shoulders hitched, his pace faltering.
But he didn’t stop.
“Gotcha.”
The word tore out of me as I lunged.
I closed my hand around his ankle and yanked.
Flynn screamed, a sharp, high sound that pierced the woods
He went down hard, a cry ripping from his throat as he hit the forest floor, hands clawing at the dirt as he tried to scramble forward.
Not a chance.
I was on him in seconds, my weight pinning his smaller frame.
He thrashed under me, legs kicking, hips jerking.
“No—please, don’t?—”
The words were breathless, his voice cracking.
But his scent betrayed him.
Slick poured from him, soaking the insides of his thighs. His body screamed for me, even as his lips begged otherwise.
“You’re mine.” My growl vibrated against his back as I shoved his face into the leaves. “You’ve been mine since the first time I saw you.”
“Please,” he sobbed. “Not here?—”
“Here. Now.”
