Page 89 of Nursing the Alpha
I peered up at him, my lashes wet.
“You really love me?”
“More than anything,” Seth said, his thumb brushing a tear from my cheek. “Even if you never let me do this again. Even if you change your mind tomorrow. You’re everything to me.”
My chest squeezed so tight I could barely breathe.
“I love you, too,” I murmured, my voice thick with exhaustion and something deeper, something fierce.
He kissed me then, not rough, not hungry, but soft. Sweet.
When his knot finally deflated, a gush of warmth spilled from me. We were both filthy and could be discovered by anyone but Seth stayed pressed close, holding me.
“Let’s get you home, little rabbit,” he whispered against my ear. “You need a bath, a hot meal, and about twelve hours of sleep.”
I let out a weak laugh.
“I need you to carry me,” I admitted. “I don’t think I can stand.”
“I’ll carry you anytime.”
26
FLYNN
The bell over the door chimed, and I stepped into a world of sun-dappled shelves, the air heavy with vanilla, parchment, and that particular warmth that only comes from a room full of well-loved stories. My fingers itched already, eyes scanning the “New Arrivals” table stacked high with glossy covers that promised alien lovers bigger than my imagination could handle.
I trailed my fingertips along the spines of the books, stopping at one with a cover that was positively obscene. Four arms. Horns. A tagline that read:Captured by monsters. Made their perfect little toy.
My cheeks warmed. I picked up the book and skipped to a random page. Oh my. The omega was being fucked by the alpha’s horn.
Gods
Was there a sex toy out there that resembled a hornmyalpha and I could try? The past month had been amazing as we explored our most baser desires. To be fair eighty percent of them were mine, but Seth didn’t look at me weird at all for having them. Although he often shook his headand looked at me in disbelief that I wasn’t the innocent omega he’d thought he knew on the train.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I plucked it out, thinking it was Micah cancelling our lunch date. He was already running late. But it was Seth.
I unlocked it to see he’d sent me a photo. A stack of cardboard boxes sitting on the hardwood floor of our living room. Each one had a familiar logo stamped on the side.
Seth:
More alien smut?
I barely had time to tap a reply before the phone vibrated again, this time from his call.
“Hey,” I said, a little breathless.
“Hey yourself.” His voice was warm and teasing, low enough to make my belly flutter. “Standing in a bookshop right now, aren’t you? Surrounded by your fantasies.”
I turned my back on the table instinctively, as if he could see me through the phone. “I—I’m just browsing.”
Seth chuckled, the sound rumbling in my ear. “Haven’t you had enough smut lately? I feel like I’m still trying to catch my breath from last night.”
Heat surged up my neck, pooling in my ears. He wasn’t wrong. Seth had been relentless lately, indulging every one of my fantasies, even the ones that made my face burn when I whispered them into the darkness.
“Maybe I just like… research?” I mumbled.
“Oh, is that what we’re calling it?” His grin was audible. “Tell me, sweetheart, are you not getting enough smut at home? Is your alpha not taking care of his business in the bedroom?”
