Page 97 of Nursing the Alpha
“Seth, fuck?—”
“That’s it, baby,” he growled against my chest. “Come for me.”
It hit me hard and fast.
I cried out, my cum striping my belly as my body seized under his mouth, his hand still coaxing more milk to spill over his fingers.
But he wasn’t done.
Seth stood, towering over me now, and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and hard and already glistening at the tip.
“Open,” he ordered.
I obeyed instantly, taking him deep into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head, and sucking hard.
“Good omega,” he groaned, his hand fisting in my hair.
I moaned around his length, working him with my mouth. He twitched and swelled as he neared the edge.
But just as I braced for the rush of him down my throat, he pulled back.
“Seth—” I gasped, dazed and needy.
“Shh.” He jerked himself hard, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of me—flushed, panting, milk-slick and trembling.
“Want to see you wear it.”
And with a low, broken growl, he came—thick ropes ofhot cum painting my tits, my chest, streaking over the milk dripping from my swollen nipples.
I whimpered, staring up at him as his release slid down my skin, mixing with sweat and milk.
“Fuck, Flynn…” he groaned, still stroking as the last drops spilled across my flushed pecs.
“You’re perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.”
Seth’s dark eyes swept over me like I was something sacred and ruined just for him. My chest rose and fell, slick with milk and streaked with his cum, each breath hitching as the air cooled the mess clinging to my skin.
“Fuck, Flynn…” He smeared a drop of cum across my nipple. “You look like a fucking dream.”
I opened my mouth to answer, but all that came out was a broken whimper as he dipped his head low.
His tongue flicked out—slow and deliberate—tracing the curve of my pec.
I shivered violently as he licked up a streak of his release, humming low in his throat like I was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.
“God, you’re perfect,” he rasped. “You make me want to ruin you all over again.”
He latched onto my nipple, and I gasped as he suckled hard, drawing out a fresh rush of milk. It spilled over his lips, mixing with his cum, and he licked it away greedily, swallowing it down like a man starved.
I arched under him, gripping his hair as I cried out.
“Seth—”
“Shh,” he murmured against my chest, moving to my other nipple. “Don’t speak. Just let me clean up my pretty little mess.”
He licked a slow, hot stripe up the valley of my chest, gathering every trace of milk and cum he’d spread there onhis tongue. The sound he made—low, guttural—vibrated against my skin.
When his lips reached mine, he paused, eyes locked on me with a hunger that made my whole body clench.
