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Lucien caught his bottom lip between his teeth, hesitating. His chest did feel uncomfortably full, but he couldn’t keep accepting Aksel’s help. Yet he couldn’t not accept it, either.

It had become something of a dilemma over the past few months.

He had been supposed to stop feeding Aksel a few months ago, when his hormones finally stabilized and he recovered from his illness. Lucien had fully intended to stop feeding him as soon as Aksel started eating regular food. But he hadn’t foreseen how hard it would be to stop.Aksel wasn’t a baby. He drank a lot. And Lucien’s body had adjusted accordingly over the months he breastfed him, producing so much milk that it was incredibly painful to stop feeding him completely.

Every attempt to stop had ended in pain and tears. The drugs for stopping lactation didn’t work well on Dainiri omegas, so Lucien had to end the breastfeeding naturally. Unfortunately, his stupid, broken body didn’t seem to understand that it needed to stop producing milk. Over the past few months, Lucien had managed to decrease the amount of hismilk, but he still needed to express it every few days. Unfortunately, his milk ducts were prone to clogging and sometimes only Aksel’s mouth could help.

There was also... the embarrassing, shameful part of him that longed for the feel of Aksel’s mouth on his nipples, sucking hard and bringing the long-awaited relief. It felt so good, to have his breasts sucked by Aksel’s hot, hungry mouth, to feel the pleasure Aksel emanated, to bask in the warmth of the act, the sweet, golden connection between them. He’d never felt closer to another person than when Aksel drank his milk. He wasn’t sure why it felt so good with Aksel, but it did. Lucien loved having him so close—he always wanted him even closer. Part of him was absolutely loath to give it up.

But he must give it up.The act might be innocent, but it was getting inappropriate, considering that Aksel no longer needed it and was way too old to be breastfed.

“Come on,” Aksel said, squeezing his right breast. “Your tits are so firm. I can tell it’s painful for you. Let me help.”

“You know I’m trying to stop lactating,” Lucien said. “If you keep drinking it, my milk won’t go away.”

Aksel massaged his chest, his strong fingers kneading the firm, aching flesh.“Who cares? I don’t like seeing you hurt. It’s been two days since I helped you. You’re nearly bursting, Lucien. You need my mouth.”

Lucien swallowed a whine. His skin felt oddly sensitive tonight, his breasts heavy, the nipples aching more than usual.He did want Aksel’s mouth on them.

No.

They had to stop.

This wasn’t appropriate. It had stopped being appropriate a few months ago, when Lucien had first noticed the spicy undertone in Aksel’s scent whenever he sucked and touched his breasts. Lucien had a sneaking suspicion it might be arousal, but he wasn’t sure. He didn’t exactly have experience with aroused alphas—experience he remembered, that was. He never brought it up—it would be mortifying if he was wrong. Not that it wouldn’t be mortifying if he was right. It was an inappropriate situation either way.

It had to stop.

“One last time,” Aksel said huskily, pinching his nipples. His hand was so large that he could engulf both of his breasts and squeeze the nipples together.

Lucien shuddered, his breasts aching and heavy.

He felt... strange. Different.

Pulling away, Lucien sat up and switched on the bedside lamp.“That’s what you said last time!” he said with a scoff, turning to Aksel.

For a moment, he was taken aback once again by how big Aksel was. It seemed he just never stopped growing. He dwarfed Lucien completely now, his shoulders wide, his long body pure muscle. Despite being a decade younger, he was already as tall as Royce was. Alphas usually had another growth spurt after their first rut, so Aksel was bound to become even bigger than he already was.

Alphas that size normally scared Lucien, causing a strong instinct to flee.But that instinct was silent now. It wasAksel. Aksel would never hurt him. Aksel was harmless. The sullen look he gave Lucien was proof of it. He might look like a fully formed alpha, with dark stubble covering his firm jaw, but he was just eighteen. Lucien had to be the responsible one.

“Come on, Luce,” Aksel said, his blue eyes fixed on his chest intently, as if he could see through the fabric of his shirt.

Lucien squirmed, trying to ignore how heavy and sensitive his breasts felt.

“Come on,” Aksel said, his eyes heavy-lidded. “Lift your shirt. I’ll drink just a little, I promise.”

Lucien hesitated.

“Fine,” he said uncertainly. “But just a little, all right?”

Aksel’s hooded eyes flashed with something that might have been triumph.

Looking away,Lucienlifted his shirt to his chin, shivering as the cool air hit his nipples, making them harden.

God, this was so uncomfortable. He was so ugly down there. Why would Aksel even want to look at his fat breasts? Lucien preferred it when they did the nursing in the dark, under the covers.

“Fuck,” Aksel whispered, his voice strained.

Then he leaned down and licked the pink tip before swallowing it into his mouth.