I swore I'd never yield to an alpha's pull.
Not after clawing my way to specialist status, walls up against every scent that whispered surrender. Independence was my armor, my heat cycles locked down with machines and denial. But then he walked into the clinic, pack oaths chaining him like invisible shackles, his presence a blade against my throat-duty incarnate, yet eyes devouring me whole.
Professional partners, we told ourselves. Collaborators charting omega responses in sterile labs. Until the pumps hummed to life, my milk beading warm under relentless suction, his breath ghosting my skin as he watched. Watched too close. One lockdown night, sweat-slicked against cold steel tables, his hands mapped what no oath should touch. He claimed my body first, scent flooding the air, turning alliance to obsession.
I fought it harder than any tribunal ruling.
Defiance cracked under his conflicted tenderness, sarcasm veiling the hunger that mirrored my own buried ache. He's ruin wrapped in salvation, loyal to shadows that could rip us apart-a rival's formal challenge looming, pack loyalties fraying at the edges. We steal moments in skyline-framed apartments, tender amid lockdown gloom, his mouth on me, drawing out submission I pretend isn't bliss.
But vulnerability terrifies. My career hangs on that victory, my control on never admitting I need his possession like air. If oaths drag him back, or the rival sinks teeth into what's mine...
What breaks first-my denial, or the bond we forged in milk and heat?
A full-length lactation pumping claiming omegaverse possessive erotic romance featuring a defiant omega specialist and a conflicted possessive alpha.
