Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Lucien would do anything to help him. Anything.
This was a small price to pay.
***
Despite the doctor’s words, Lucien had been half-convinced that it wouldn’t work. He’d expected that Aksel would find the idea ridiculous and humiliating. After all, Aksel wasn’t a child. He was eighteen. He was already almost as tall and big as his older brother. But to Lucien’s surprise, Aksel listened to the proposed solution in silence, looked at Lucien with his feverish, tired eyes and just nodded. His wide shoulders were glistening with sweat, his muscles straining as he hoisted himself up into a sitting position. He was clearly exhausted and in pain, and Lucien barely stopped himself from helping him. Aksel wouldn’t appreciate being fussed over in front of an audience. Like all alphas, he was very proud.
After Dr. Soren administered the shot to induce lactation, Lucien found himself unbuttoning his shirt under the watchful eyes of Aksel’s mother, brother, and doctor. His face was red, and his hands were shaking.
Eyeing him, Aksel frowned. He glared at his mother and brother. “Go away. You’re making him uncomfortable.”
Vagrippa said, “But Aksel—”
“Let’s go, Mother,” Royce said. “Let’s give them some privacy. This solution is likely embarrassing for them both.”
She pursed her lips. “Very well. But Dr. Soren will stay to monitor Aksel’s condition.”
As the door closed after Aksel’s mother and brother, Dr. Soren cleared his throat impatiently. “Go ahead.”
Aksel scowled. “At least turn away. Lucien will not undress in front of you.”
“I’m a doctor, son.”
“Turn away,” Aksel bit off, his voice nearly a growl.
Dr. Soren flinched and crossed his arms over his chest, his unease obvious. Although Aksel hadn’t officially presented yet, his attitude was already that of a pure alpha, his scent dominating the room. It didn’t seem to matter that he was just eighteen and had been sick for days; his sheer presence was difficult to ignore.
“It’s fine, darling,” Lucien said gently, pushing a sweaty lock of Aksel’s dark hair away from his face. God, Aksel was burning up. Stress was the last thing he needed right now.
“It isn’t fine,” Aksel said. “I can smell your discomfort.” Staring the doctor down, he ground out, “Turn away.”
Heaving a sigh, Dr. Soren did as he was told.
Relaxing, Lucien whispered, “Thanks.”
“Don’t be stupid, Luce,” Aksel said with a tired scoff. His eyes were red-rimmed and sunken after days of illness, but they still looked at Lucien intently, mature far beyond his years. “Thank you. You’re my favorite person, you know that, right?”
Lucien had to swallow the sudden lump in his throat before he could speak again.
“We don’t know yet that it’ll work at all,” he said awkwardly, finishing unbuttoning his shirt. He let it fall open. There was no use dragging it out.
Aksel stared at his chest.
Lucien fidgeted self-consciously. It had been years since Aksel had seen him shirtless. Aksel hadn’t been disgusted back then, but he was no longer a child. His opinion might have changed.
“Well?” Lucien said with a small laugh. “Dinner is served, sir.”
Laughing hoarsely, Aksel finally moved forward and buried his face against Lucien’s bare chest. “Fuck, you smell so good,” he murmured, his voice pitched low.
He nuzzled into his right protrusion, breathing deeply, before finally closing his mouth around the pink nipple and starting to suck, his mouth hungry and impatient, his large hand massaging the protrusion, probably to stimulate milk production. He must have been starving after days of illness.
Lucien was a little worried that the drug wouldn’t work. But then he felt a rush of warmth and the half-forgotten sensation of his chest filling with milk. He hadn’t experienced it in a decade.
Aksel hummed appreciatively, his throat working as he swallowed, and started sucking harder.
Lucien bit the inside of his cheek, feeling… odd. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant. Just odd—but not in a bad way. To his surprise and relief, he didn’t feel the revulsion and the sense of wrongness that he’d felt all those years ago with Belinda. This was Aksel. With Belinda, he’d been forced into breastfeeding and he’d resented it immensely, but this was Aksel. He didn’t mind doing this for Aksel. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for Aksel. And it felt... good to know that his body could help someone he cared deeply about—someone who cared for him too. Aksel might not have been his blood relative, but he was pack. He was pack in a way no one else in the Cleghorn family was. It felt good to take care of Aksel. To feel needed by him. To sate his needs.
That said, Aksel’s mouth on his nipple still felt odd. His nipples—both of them—felt tight and kind of achy, and the more Aksel sucked, the weirder it felt. It was incredibly confusing.
“How do you feel?” Lucien asked quietly, threading his fingers through Aksel’s sweaty dark hair, his thumb stroking Aksel’s stubbled cheek. “Any nausea?”