Chapter 12
GOT MILK? (YES. FOREVER.)
I sighed, crawling into bed. “Puppy,” I called. “Come here, please.”
“No.” His disembodied voice carried down the hall and into our bedroom.
“Why are you being like this?”
I didn’t get an answer, but after a few seconds, Link’s steps sounded in the hall, and he popped his head around the corner. “No.”
“No isn’t an answer for why you’re being like this, you know?” I pulled my shirt up, exposing my leaking nipple. “I’m full, puppy. I need you.”
He rolled his eyes. Fucking brat. “No. You don’t.”
Groaning, I sat up, letting my shirt fall back into place. “Why are you being like this?” I asked again.
Link glowered at me, his brown eyes fixed on mine. “You know damn well why.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
He took a couple of steps into the room, then put his hands on his hips. It was adorable, and not nearly as intimidating as he probably thought. “I’m not being dramatic, Elias. I’m hurt. Wounded, even. Bleeding out from the inside.”
I nearly laughed. “I used the pump one time today.”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he leveled me with a glare. “One time too many,” he murmured, sounding every bit the petulant brat.
Scooting closer to him, I gripped his chin hard in my hand. “You weren’t here, and I needed relief. Let’s not blame that on me. And now here I am, offering, and you’re not interested.”
He shook his head, but something flared in his eyes. Just the tiniest little spark. I’d learned a lot about Link in the last year, but one of the most notable things was how to tell when my bratty Link was about to melt into my sweet good boy.
“You used the pump this morning,” he said, without much heat. “You can damn well use it now.”
I tightened my hold, forcing his gaze back to mine when he tried to look away. “There’s not a chance I’m using that pump when my puppy’s warm mouth is right here.” He set his jaw, trying to pull away from me. I didn’t let him. “You’re not going anywhere, puppy.”
“You’re not the boss of me.”
I laughed. “That’s a lie, and we both know it.”
His eyes softened a bit more. He was so, so close to giving in. I knew it, and he knew it.
“Come on, puppy,” I cooed, lowering my voice and sliding my hand from his jaw to his throat. I rested my palm against it, feeling his rapid pulse in my fingertips. “Be a good boy and drain my chest, and I’ll give you a reward.”
He perked up a bit at that. “Like what?” he asked, eyeing me skeptically.
“I guess you’ll just have to find out, huh?”
“Fine.” I let my hand fall from his throat, and he started pawing at my shirt. My cock was already swelling, my nipples already tingling with the rush of milk they knew was inevitable. He stopped, then looked up at me with a sly smile. “But, Elias. This is for me. Not for you.”
For a second, I just stared at him in shock, then I burst into laughter. “Sure, puppy. Whatever you need to tell yourself. Get undressed.”
With a huff, Link sat up, stripping his clothes off. He could pretend he was unaffected all he wanted, but as soon as he pulled his pants down, his hard cock sprung free.
I swallowed down the moan that wanted to break free at the sight, and stripped my own clothes off before lying down onto my back. My milk was leaking now, rolling down the sides of my chest toward the mattress below. “Look how much you’re wasting, puppy.”
He whined, just like I knew he would, then draped himself over my body and attacked my nipple.
With the first pull of milk, Link moaned, and my eyes rolled back. This never, ever got old, and I was pretty sure we could do it every day for the rest of our lives and it wouldn’t.
Each time Link gulped down a mouthful of milk, he made a breathy little sound. I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him in place. “That’s it, my good boy. Drain me dry.”
He growled under his breath, but to no one’s surprise, he started rocking against me, dragging his leaking cock along my thigh.
The motion caused his stomach to rub my cock, and I moaned loudly.
Too loud, really. He didn’t let up. He kept rocking on my thigh, rubbing himself off on me as he sucked down my milk in greedy mouthfuls.
“Good boy,” I moaned. “My good little puppy. Keep going. You’re just gonna rub yourself on me until you make us both explode, huh? Can’t even control yourself.”
Link
Jesus fucking Christ, I was pathetic. But I was pathetic for him, and that somehow made it all okay. Seriously, how dare he use the pump when all he had to do was call me while I was at work, and I would’ve raced home to take care of him? Had he learned nothing?
Whatever.
No, I couldn’t control myself. Not around Elias, and definitely not with his nipple in my mouth and his milk filling my stomach and my cock rubbing against his thigh, humping him like the puppy I was.
I was chasing something inexplicable. The more I always seemed to crave with him. It’d never be enough.
I nodded eagerly, breathing hard through my nose. I cupped his pec with my hand, desperate for a part of him to hold on to. I squirmed and circled my hips, testing which pace felt best to get us where we needed to be.
“Fuck,” Elias moaned, his grip tighter in my hair. “That’s it. Such a good boy for me.”
Yes, yes, yes, I’m his good boy. I growled, the vibration coming from deep in my chest as I switched to his other nipple.
Flattening my tongue against it, I coaxed the flow of milk out, taking it all greedily.
I didn’t know what the reward he’d been talking about was, but if it involved coming, cuddling, or sniffing him until I damn near passed out, I’d take it.
The pressure built in my gut, driving my hips forward over and over until I was open-mouthed, panting against his skin. Milk was dribbling down my chin, and I stuck my tongue out to try to catch every drop.
Elias started rocking beneath me, matching my pace. He moaned and squirmed, his head rolling back against the mattress. “Fuck, puppy, I’m close. God, I’m so close.”
I whimpered in response, too gone to give a fuck about how high-pitched and desperate it sounded. Elias made me this way. He turned me into a whimpering, begging brat. And I was so fucking thankful for it.
My stomach clenched and my hips flexed as my entire body started to tighten. I closed my lips around his nipple again, suckling with each movement. Elias’s fingers held me tight against his chest, pressing my nose into his skin as he gyrated his hips like a man gone mad.
I loved it. Fucking adored it. Worshipped it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Good puppy, good puppy, oh god.” I glanced up just in time to see the muscles in his neck strain as he threw his head back one more time, his panting breaths turning to silence.
Warm cum spread across my stomach as a rush of milk spread across my tongue. That was it. That was what did it for me. Hearing him, seeing him, and feeling him so caught up in the pleasure I was giving him.
I pulled away from his nipple, pressing my forehead into him as I drove against his thigh one last time.
A constant, never-ending, all-encompassing wave of everything good in the world spread through my body as I soaked him.
Marked him. Claimed him as mine in the easiest way I knew how.
The best part of it all? Elias was whispering praise to me the entire time, helping me ride through it.
Relaxing against him, I tried to catch my breath, my forehead sweaty and almost stuck to his chest. We’d made quite a mess of the bedsheets.
Slowly, Elias cradled my face, tilting my chin upward until I was looking straight into his eyes. As always, I only had one question. Just one. But I didn’t have to say it. He already knew it. And I already knew his answer, but I still liked to hear it.
“Yes, puppy,” he smiled. “You did very good. My very good boy.” He leaned forward, taking my lips in a sweet, gentle kiss.
I loved it when he kissed me like that. It was like I could feel his heartbeat through it, and each beat was slowly spelling out my name. I wanted to be under his skin, in his veins, and never leave his side again.
We pulled apart, but our noses were still touching. “Thank you for that reward.”
“Reward? That wasn’t your reward, silly.”
My eyebrows came together as I leaned back, looking at him. “It wasn’t?”
“Nope.” He shook his head and swiped a thumb over my cheekbone. “You’ve been so good for me. So sweet and kind, and the best brat I could’ve ever asked for.”
I was preening at the praise, but it didn’t seem like he was done.
His tone turned serious, his lips curling into the softest of smiles.
“But most of all, you’ve given me the absolute honor of letting me call you my boyfriend.
I never in a million years would’ve thought something as simple as a hormone imbalance would be how we got closer, but I’m so fucking glad it happened.
I can’t imagine a life without you, Link.
My puppy. My good boy. My alpha, through and through. ”
I clung to every word, my heart now the one to speak in Morse code. E L I A S. “I can’t imagine a life without you either. My only regret is that I didn’t say anything for so long. That we were friends for as long as we were, and not more. But maybe it just wasn’t the right timing for us.”
“Whatever the reason may be, I’m glad it happened this way. Scoot over so I can grab your reward.”
I did as he said, moving so he could lean over and open the nightstand drawer. I was curious to a fault, trying to look over his shoulder as he pulled out a… box?
He cupped it in his hands, hiding it from my view as he sat up on the bed. “Link, I have a really important question to ask you. Probably the most important question that I’ll ever ask.”
We were covered in each other’s cum, and it was drying really fast. It was hard to focus on much, but I did what I always did and pretended he was the only thing that existed in the universe. In my heart, he already was. “Okay. What is it?”
Slowly, he moved one of his hands away, revealing the box. And then he opened it. “Will you marry me?”
I stared at the ring, surrounded by black velvet.
It was a simple band—black, with silver lining the edges of it.
Everything flooded my mind all at once. Years of memories rushed through my mind, replaying every smile and every laugh and every argument I’d started with him on the principle of being his brat.
But then new memories filtered in, one by one. Memories that hadn’t happened yet. Memories of a wedding and a long, long life together, sharing a bed like we were supposed to. Waking up together every morning, wrapped in each other’s arms.
That was never a question. “Yes. Holy fuck, yes, Elias. Yes, yes, a hundred thousand fucking times yes.”
His grin was so big, I wanted to hold it and keep it locked away forever. “You’re not going to drop to your knees for me this time?”
I stared at him for a second, blinking. “Is that what you want? I’ll do it if that’s what you want. Whatever it is, I’ll do it. Just put the fucking ring on me.”
“I just wanted to hear you say it. You’ve done enough, pup. You’ve done more than enough.” He lifted the ring out of the box, holding it gingerly.
I watched as he slid the ring onto my finger, the moment solidifying it: Elias and I were in this forever. We were going to do this for the rest of our lives. “If my eyes look wet, no, they don’t.” They were. I was definitely crying.
“Yes, they do. And I love that about you.” He opened his arms, beckoning me into them.
It didn’t take much to convince me. I fell into them, letting him hold me as he petted the back of my head like the good puppy I was. Inhaling his scent, I sighed in contentment, my alpha immediately recognizing it as safety. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
“Have I really been that good?”
“The best. The best boy. The best boyfriend. And now the best fiancé.”
Yeah. Yeah, I would be. With Elias, I’d always wanted more. I’d keep craving more. I’d never get enough. But honestly? That didn’t sound too bad—especially since I’d get to have more for the rest of eternity.
The End.