Chapter 4
SOMEONE CALL A DOCTOR
Elias
I felt drunk. For the first time in over a week, my chest felt empty. I didn’t even know it wasn’t. Not until it was. Not until Link latched his mouth onto my nipple and sucked and sucked and sucked.
The cum cooling in my underwear was starting to get annoying, but my chest was still heaving, and I didn’t think I’d be able to stop using the wall as support and move.
But this confirmed it. There was definitely something wrong with me. “I need to go to the doctor,” I rasped out, my throat tight now that the moment—whatever the fuck the moment was—had passed and my brain was coming back to reality.
Link’s head shot up, his dark brown eyes settling on mine. “What the fuck? Why?”
I blinked at him. “What do you mean, why? Clearly, there’s something fucking wrong with me.”
He growled low under his breath, and now that the haze had cleared from my mind, it pissed me off. “Don’t growl at me like I’m some fucking omega.”
“Stop smelling like one, then.”
The words hit me like a blow, and I shoved him away from me. “Fuck you, Link.”
As I tried to rush past him, he grabbed my arm, pulling me back. “I didn’t mean to say that. It’s just… Your scent is driving me fucking crazy.”
I scoffed, jerking my arm away from him. “Again, fuck you. I have an appointment to make. I’m dying, clearly.”
His laugh followed me down the hallway, and when I made it to my room, I slammed the door shut behind me. I hadn’t even had time to get my phone to call my doctor when he came through the door without so much as knocking.
“What the fuck, dude?” I snapped. “I could have been naked in here.”
He rolled his eyes with a smug grin tilting his lips. “I just had my mouth around your nipples. And in case you missed it, you ground your dick against me until you came in your pants.” My cheeks heated, and I flipped him the middle finger. “Anyway, you’re not dying.”
The nerve of this asshole. “Oh yes, tell me more about all your medical knowledge, oh wise personal trainer. Now get out.”
I picked up my phone, not even waiting for him to leave, and dialed the number for my doctor’s office. It rang once, then twice. I could feel Link staring at me the entire time.
“Hello, this is Marissa with Dr. Cline’s office. How can I help you?”
I took a deep breath. “Hi, yes. I’m having a—”
Link snatched the phone out of my hands. “Sorry, I think I’ve called the wrong number.”
As I stared at him in shock, he hung up the phone, then tossed it on my bed. “What in the actual fuck is wrong with you?”
“Nothing. And there’s nothing wrong with you. Or maybe there is, but it’s not going to kill you. Probably.”
I dove after my phone, ready to call again and apologize. Link got to me before I could, and before I knew it, I was pinned to the bed with him looming over me, his large hands tightly gripping my wrists.
I bucked against him, trying to get him off, but I couldn’t. Link was big, even for an alpha, taller than me by at least four inches and outweighing me by probably fifty pounds. This was what I got for trying to wrestle away from a fucking personal trainer.
Maybe I needed to take advantage of the gym more. “Get off me,” I growled, letting my alpha rise to the surface a bit.
He laughed. “That’s not gonna work on me, and you know it. Stop fighting me. You’re not dying. You’re lactating.”
I froze, my jaw dropping open as I stared up at him. “What?”
He grinned. A feral, fucked-up grin. “You’re producing milk. It took me a second to figure it out, but there’s no denying it now.”
Link
He stared at me for a moment, all cute and confused. I let him process. It wasn’t normal or natural for an alpha to just randomly start lactating, but it wasn’t like it was some fatal disease festering in his pecs.
At least, I didn’t think so.
He shook his head beneath me. “How the hell would you know? And also, wouldn’t you like to know what’s going on with your body if you were suddenly producing milk?”
I shrugged, dragging his arms by his wrists until they were up over his head, leaning down until our noses were nearly touching. “It looks like milk. Smells like milk. Tastes like milk. It has to be milk. You’ve smelled a lactating omega before, haven’t you?”
He inhaled a shaky breath, his eyes flicking between mine. “Is that what you meant by me smelling different?”
“Oh, no, Elias. You don’t smell like a lactating omega.
You are covered in the purest, filthiest, sexiest scent of…
” I pressed my nose against the crook of his neck, sniffing.
“An omega at the height of their heat. But it’s different, see?
Fuck, you smell so good here.” I stuck my tongue out, licking a streak up the side of his neck, humming in time with his soft moan.
“You still smell like you. You still smell like an alpha. Like an alpha during their rut, mixed with an omega during their heat, sending their pheromones out to me without even noticing. And then, beneath it all, is the sweet smell of milk. Now that I’ve been this close and I’ve gotten a taste of it, I just can’t get enough. ”
Gasping, Elias pushed against my hands with his wrists. “Jesus fucking Christ, Link. Do you have any shame?” He was breathless. “I can’t do this with you right now. If I smell like that—if I really am lactating, and I smell like an omega in heat, I seriously need a doctor. Like, right now.”
I stared down at him, gripping his wrists tighter. “Or I could just suck it all out of you when you feel too full. We have options.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“What if it’s full of, I don’t know, poison?”
I furrowed my brows. “Poison? Elias, why would your chest milk be full of poison?”
“I don’t know!” He huffed, turning his head in the other direction. “I’m not supposed to have any, so what if it’s bad?”
Sighing, I rolled off him, plopping onto the bed. “Okay, fine. Call your doctor. But if they say it’s all good, I’m drinking that shit straight from the source, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“Uh, actually, I can. It’s my chest, my body, and my milk.”
I put my hands up defensively, backtracking my statement. “Yeah, I know. I’m going to want to drink it straight from the source, and there’s nothing you can do about it. I will politely ask for it. That, you can do something about. Like say no, even if I beg.”
He sat up, tilting his head to the side, his blond hair sticking out in every direction. “You’d beg?”
Elias’s eyes had always fascinated me. Right in the center, there was a distinct ring of brown and then a gorgeous ring of green surrounding it.
They meshed together in a few spots, but they were mostly on their own.
Central heterochromia, they called it, but I called it beautiful, though I’d never say it to his face.
His eyes always told such a story—if I paid enough attention, I could almost read his mind.
Smirking, I picked up his phone, handing it to him. “I’d beg on my knees if I had to, Elias. With my mouth open and my hands behind my back, impatiently waiting for that first drop.”
“Fucking hell,” he whispered, just before dialing the number again.
I watched as he made the appointment, his face going red when he mentioned his symptoms to the lady on the phone.
I really hoped he didn’t make me beg, but I was one hundred percent willing to.
Did it make much sense? No. But Elias was driving me fucking insane, and the alpha inside of me didn’t know how to back off once he’d claimed something as his.