Page 88 of Nursing the Alpha
I was already coming again, my cock spurting weakly into the crushed leaves beneath me, my body trembling violently as his knot ravaged my stretched hole.
“Please…” I sobbed, though I didn’t even know what I was asking for anymore.
“Please what?” Seth’s voice was low, mocking. “Please keep breeding you? Please keep using you until you’re nothing but a fucked-out omega wreck?”
“Yes,” I cried. “Yes—please—don’t stop—ever.”
He laughed darkly, his knot throbbing deep inside me as his cum filled me again in hot, punishing waves.
I lay there, boneless and shaking, pinned beneath his weight, my tears mixing with sweat and dirt.
I was ruined.
Completely ruined.
And I didn’t want it to ever end.
At some point, I wasn’t sure when, the pain started to outweigh the pleasure.
“Ah—Seth—” My voice cracked, hoarse from crying out, from begging for more. “I… I can’t…”
“Can’t what, baby?” His voice had softened, but his knot still throbbed deep inside me, keeping me stretched open and locked in place.
“Can’t take anymore…” I whispered. “I—I’m full… I—please…”
Seth stilled entirely.
For a moment, there was only the sound of our ragged breathing and the faint rustle of leaves in the wind.
“Okay, love,” he murmured finally, and I could hear the shift in his tone—still rough around the edges, but laced with concern.
His big hands eased their grip on my hips. One slid up to rub slow circles on my lower back while the other stroked my thigh soothingly.
“I’ve got you,” he said. “No more. Just breathe.”
Tears pricked my eyes, not from pain, not from fear, but from the overwhelming tenderness in his voice. It was rare an alpha could be everything you needed—dark and sweet.
Seth leaned down, his lips brushing the side of my sweat-damp face.
“I love you, Flynn.” His words were soft now, reverent. “I’m so fucking proud of you. You took everything I gave you… let me ruin you completely.”
A shiver ran through me as his hand slid up to cup my milk-heavy chest, his thumb grazing a sore, swollen nipple.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered. “My perfect little omega.”
I whimpered softly as he squeezed gently, coaxing a small bead of milk to his thumb, and then licked it away like he couldn’t help himself.
“Shh…” He pressed kisses to my neck. “No more taking. Just letting me take care of you.”
His knot still pulsed inside me, but there was no urgency now. Only the warm, intimate closeness of his body curled over mine, his lips never leaving my skin.
When I tried to shift, he hushed me.
“Stay still. Let your alpha hold you.”
“I… I feel so… full,” I whispered.
“I know, baby. That’s because I bred you so deep. You took me so well.”
