I guessed that was a good thing.
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 itwasn’t. Not until it was. Not until Link latched his mouth onto my nipple and sucked and sucked andsucked.
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 wasdefinitelysomething wrong with me. “I need to go to the doctor,” I rasped out, my throat tight now that the moment—whatever the fuckthe momentwas—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. Itrang 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 actualfuckis 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’reproducing milk. It took me a second to figure it out, but there’s no denying it now.”
