Page 98 of Nursing the Alpha
And then he spit it into my mouth.
Warm. Salty-sweet. Him and me, mixed and dripping over my tongue.
I moaned, parting my lips instinctively, and swallowed half of it, then licked the rest back into his mouth when he kissed me again.
“Fuck, Flynn,” he groaned into the kiss. “Taste yourself. Taste us.”
I whimpered as he pulled back slightly, a thin string of saliva connecting our lips. He smirked, scooping more milk from my pec with two fingers and slipping them into my mouth.
“Good omega,” he murmured. “Keep it there.”
His mouth returned to my chest, lapping and sucking greedily until his lips were wet again. This time when he came back to me, he didn’t stop. He spat, kissed, licked—passing it back and forth between our mouths until it was impossible to tell whose it had been first.
Every transfer felt filthy. Intimate. Addictive.
Until he swallowed.
I sank into the couch cushions, every nerve in my body still humming as Seth stroked over my belly. His touch was tender now, almost reverent, like he was trying to soothe every last tremor out of me.
“You’re here…” I whispered, my voice rough from moans.
With his thumb, Seth brushed lazy circles over the small swell of our baby. “I heard how much you missed me, sweetheart,” he said softly. “So I canceled my last appointment and came straight home. And god, am I glad I did.”
My chest tightened in a way that had nothing to do with milk.
“You didn’t have to?—”
“I wanted to.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that made my insides feel warm and full. “I’ll always come home for you.”
Seth’s eyes flicked to the TV. The faint glow of the video still lit the room—his on-screen self, naked and feral, pounding into me as I slept.
“You made these?” he asked. “You… had a camera in the bedroom back then?”
My stomach plummeted. My face went hot as I tried to disappear into his neck.
“Flynn…” he murmured, amusement dancing in his voice now. “No, don’t hide from me.”
I shook my head, mortified, clutching his broad shoulders.
“You gave me shit when I watched you express milk for me,” he teased gently.
“This is different,” I mumbled into his skin, voice muffled.
“How so?” His lips curved against my temple.
“Shut up. It just is.”
Seth laughed softly, his chest rumbling under my cheek. “God, I love you.”
I peeked up at him, still flushed with embarrassment.
He smiled. “Don’t hide from this, Flynn. Don’t hide from what you want. You know what it does to me to see how much you need it too?”
“I…” My throat tightened. “I didn’t want you to think I was…”
“Like me?” His grin turned sharp but tender all at once. “Baby, it makes me love you even more to know we’re both fucked up in the same way.”
I let out a shaky laugh, still half-buried against his chest.
