Chapter 320 Coming Home
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Right after delivery, Dr. Hayes recommended a standard six-week recovery period, but Elara extended it to eight weeks to be safe.
During that time, she was basically the supervisor while everyone else did the heavy lifting.
The twins were cared for by Alpha Dominic and Margaret, a sixty-two-year-old Irish doula with twenty years of experience and zero tolerance for bullshit, working in shifts around the clock.
Margaret ran the show like a military operation. Bottles every three hours, diaper changes on a strict schedule, sleep training from day one.
Alpha Dominic was surprisingly hands-on, following her around the house with a notebook like a new intern.
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At ten weeks postpartum, Elara got the green light from Dr. Hayes to resume normal activities.
That night,she was breastfeeding Hailey in the nursery, her tank top pulled down, the baby latched onto her left breast.
The soft suckling sounds filled the room. Her other breast was leaking, soaking through her nursing pad.
Alpha Dominic crossed the quiet master bedroom, towel slung loose around his waist, fresh out of the en-suite bathroom, before pushing open the nursery door.
Water still dripped from his hair, trailing down his chest and abs. He was barefoot, quiet, watching.
Her body reacted before her brain caught up.
The moment their eyes met, something electric crackled between them. Her pulse quickened. Her skin flushed. A warm, liquid heat pooled low in her belly. Her thighs pressed together instinctively.
The bond between them flared to life, raw and hungry, after weeks of being suppressed by exhaustion and recovery.
Her nipex were already hard from breastfeeding.
But now they tightened even more, achingly sensitive. Her milk let down again, a fresh trickle escaping from the breast Hailey wasn’t nursing from, soaking through the thin fabric of her tank top.
Alpha Dominic’s nostrils flared. He could smell her. The milk, the arousal, the faint metallic hint of blood still healing beneath her incision scar. His eyes darkened, pupils blown wide.
"You should’ve called me," he said, his voice low, rough.
"You were in the shower."
"I would’ve gotten out faster."
Hailey finished nursing, her little mouth going slack.
Elara gently lifted her to her shoulder and patted her back until she let out a tiny burp. Then she laid her in the bassinet next to Caleb.
Both twins were out cold.
The moment she straightened up, Alpha Dominic was behind her.
His chest pressed against her back, still damp from the shower. His breath was hot on her neck. His hand slid around her waist, splaying across her lower belly, just above the incision scar.
"The doctor said you’re cleared," he murmured against her ear.
"Yeah."
"You sure you’re ready?"
"I’m sure."
His hand moved up, over her ribs, until he cupped her right breast. The one that was still full, still leaking.
She gasped when his thumb brushed over her nipple. Milk beaded at the tip, glistening in the dim light.
"Fuck," she breathed.
"Look at you," he muttered, his voice thick. "You’re dripping, love."
He turned her around to face him. His eyes dropped to her chest. Her tank top was stained, dark patches of milk spreading across the fabric. He reached out and pulled the strap down, exposing her completely.
Milk trickled from her nipple, running down the curve of her breast. He watched it, fascinated, before leaning down and catching it with his tongue.
The sensation was electric. Her knees nearly buckled.
"Dominic—"
"Quiet," he murmured against her skin. "The babies are sleeping."
He licked a slow path up her breast, gathering the milk, then took her nipple into his mouth and sucked. Gently at first, then harder.
A choked moan escaped her throat. She grabbed his damp hair, pulling him closer.
He released her with a wet sound and looked up at her, his lips shiny with her milk. "You taste different now. Sweeter."
"That’s disgusting."
"It’s not. It’s you. Every part of you."
He picked her up and carried her to their bedroom, laying her down on the bed.
Her body was trembling, hypersensitive, her skin buzzing with every touch.
He pulled off her tank top and the soft shorts she was wearing.
She lay beneath him, exposed, her body soft and full in ways it hadn’t been before the pregnancy.
The C-section scar was still pink, still healing. He traced it with his fingertips, featherlight.
"Does it hurt?"
"No."
"You’re so beautiful," he said, and there was a raw, reverent edge to his voice. "You made our babies. You held them inside you. Look at what your body did. Fucking incredible."
She felt tears prick at her eyes. Maybe it was hormones. Maybe it was just him.
But she didn’t have time to think about it, because his mouth was moving down her body.
He kissed her collarbone, her sternum, the underside of her breast.
Milk pooled in the hollow of her belly button, and he licked it clean, sending fresh shivers through her.
By the time he reached her thighs, she was aching, empty, desperate for him.
"Dom, please."
"Please what?"
"Don’t be an asshole."
He chuckled against her skin, then spread her legs and lowered his mouth to her pussy.
His tongue was hot and rough. He licked into her, tasting her, mixing her arousal with the lingering sweetness of her milk on his lips. She was already soaked, her hips bucking against his face.
"You’re so wet, love. Is this all for me?"
"Yes—fuck, yes—"
He pushed two fingers inside her while his tongue circled her clit. The stimulation was almost too much. Her body was still healing, still tender, but the pleasure was sharp and bright and exactly what she needed.
"I’m close," she gasped.
"Then come."
She did, her back arching, a broken cry escaping her lips.
Her orgasm pulsed through her, and she felt another rush of milk let down, soaking her chest and the sheets.
Alpha Dominic didn’t stop. He kissed his way back up her body, tasting the fresh milk on her skin as he went.
She could taste herself on his lips when he kissed her.
His cock was hard, pressing against her thigh. She reached down and wrapped her hand around him.
"I want you inside me."
"Tell me if it hurts."
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch. Her body welcomed him, still wet and sensitive from her orgasm.
But there was a deep ache, too, from the birth, from the weeks of inactivity. She winced slightly.
He stopped immediately. "Too much?"
"No. Keep going."
He pushed deeper, filling her completely. She felt stretched, full, like he was reaching places that had been empty for too long.
He started moving. Slow, deep thrusts. Every time he bottomed out, a small sound escaped her throat.
"Look at me."
She met his eyes. His pupils were blown, his wolf pushing just beneath the surface. The mate bond crackled between them, amplifying every sensation.
"You belong to me," he said, his voice barely human. "Body and soul. Every drop of milk in your tits. Every inch of this pussy. Mine."
"Yours," she breathed.
He fucked her harder, faster. She could feel another orgasm building, coiling tight in her belly.
Her breasts bounced with each thrust, milk spraying in fine arcs across her chest and his.
"Dominic—"
"Come with me."
They came together, her pussy clenching around his cock, his release hot inside her. She milked him through it, their bodies locked in perfect rhythm.
Afterward, they lay tangled together, breathless. Her chest was slick with milk and sweat. His cum was trickling down her thigh. She was a mess.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I love you."
"I love you too."