Page 85 of Nursing the Alpha
“Please,” he whimpered, trying to reach for me even with his hands bound. “Please, Seth. The ache won’t stop until you knot me. I need you inside me. I need your knot. I’ll do anything.”
I gripped his chin, forcing his flushed, tear-streaked face up.
“Run again,” I ordered.
His swollen lips parted in a gasp.
“But I can’t.”
“Run,” I growled. “Deeper into the woods. Make me hunt you one more time.”
“And then…” His voice was hoarse, wrecked.
“I’ll knot you so hard you won’t remember your own name. But earn it, little rabbit.”
His eyes, glassy and desperate, lit with something dark and thrilling.
Flynn staggered to his feet, trembling, and bolted barefoot into the shadows of the trees.
I gave him a minute’s head start.
Then I followed, my cock already hardening again.
The woods were quieter now.
The air was heavy with the scent of slick and heat, so thick it clung to my tongue when I breathed.
I followed the trail of crushed leaves and milk-spattered branches, every step slow and deliberate.
There was no need to hurry.
Flynn wasn’t running anymore.
He couldn’t.
Whimpering reached my ears, soft, broken little sobs that sent a bolt of lust straight to my cock.
I found him in a shallow hollow, collapsed on his side, his body flushed and trembling.
His legs were sprawled open shamelessly, his bound hands together, working his cock weakly, more out of desperation than pleasure. Milk beaded at his nipples, streaking down his chest.
“Fuck…” I growled low in my throat.
He didn’t look up.
“Please…” His voice cracked on the word, wrecked and hoarse. “Seth… can’t… need?—”
I didn’t answer.
Didn’t have to.
I grabbed his limp body and positioned him on the ground under me. He barely moved as I shoved his thighs apart with my knee.
“Look at you.” I dragged my cock through his dripping slick. “Completely ruined… and you still want more?”
“Yes.” The word came out like a sob. “God, yes. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
“Pretty little thing,” I murmured, palming his tits roughly. Milk spurted between my fingers as I kneaded them hard, pinching his swollen nipples until he cried out. “Is this why you read those filthy books, Flynn?”
