Page 95 of Nursing the Alpha
My cheeks heated. I pressed my thighs together, and god help me, my slick betrayed me right there on the couch cushion. Pregnancy had turned my hormones into a live wire. I couldn’t seem to go a single hour without thinking about Seth inside me.
“You’re insatiable,” he murmured as if he could hear my arousal through the phone. “And I love it. I love how greedy you are now… always so wet for me, aren’t you?”
I whimpered softly.
“Yeah.” His tone dipped into that soothing, tender placethat always left me undone. “Your alpha’s going to take care of you when he gets home. Just hold on for me, okay?”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“That’s my good omega.”
I sighed, my belly tightening as I melted back into the cushions. “See you later.”
“See you later, love.”
I hung up and stared at the dark screen for a long moment, my heart fluttering.
My hand drifted down again, and I rubbed slow circles over the small swell of my belly.
“Daddy takes such good care of us, doesn’t he?” I murmured. “You’ve got the best papa in the world.”
I smiled, warmth pooling low in my belly and lower still, heat blooming where I was already embarrassingly slick.
Maybe a distraction.
I grabbed the book from the coffee table to continue reading my usual poison—an alien smut with six-armed tentacled lovers.
It didn’t help.
The words blurred. Each page seemed designed to stoke the ache simmering in my core. Who wouldn’t love six tentacles finding all the places in your body to touch? My nipples tightened under the loose tee I’d stolen from Seth. I rubbed my thighs together again, and a small, desperate sound escaped me.
“Goddamn it.” I snapped the book closed and tossed it aside.
I was too worked up. Too empty.
Too—
An idea bloomed, dark and thrilling.
My phone was still in my lap. My thumb hovered over the folder.
The videos.
The ones I’d saved from those nights when Seth would slip in like a thief, strip me bare, and take me as I slept.
We couldn’t play that game anymore. Not now. Not with the baby. Seth wouldn’t risk it. Not when he touched my belly every night like it was sacred and kissed it before kissing me.
So now I had to fake sleep when we wanted our somno fix. Pretend.
But watching him on those videos? Watching what he’d done to me back then?
That always made me come so hard.
I opened the folder and turned the TV on to connect the two devices. On the wide screen, the first thumbnail appeared of Seth, naked and magnificent in the moonlight, his muscles flexing as he bent over my sleeping form.
My breath came faster as the video played, the sound of Seth’s low groans filling the quiet room like he was here again, looming over me. On-screen, he gripped my hips, his thick cock disappearing into my sleeping body with brutal, hungry thrusts.
“You’re mine,” his recorded voice growled. “Even like this. Especially like this.”
