Page 103 of My Shy Alpha

Noah breaks into a sly smile. Returning me into his embrace, he backs us up until he sits on my bed’s wooden footboard. “Guess I’ll have to play a little dirty, then. Speed things up.”

I sputter out a laugh. “What–?”

He shoves his hand in and out of his pocket faster than I expect, widening my eyes. Then he presses a condom into my hand. “I didn’t trust our wolves to not need this tonight.”

I erupt into giggles again, but then I yelp; Noah hoists me onto his lap with mischief written all over his fanged smile.

“Noah Greenfield, what are you planning on–?”

His hand slips into my slitted dress. I suck in a desirous gasp, but instead of burrowing between my legs like I expect, Noah skates down the back of my thigh. My skirt falls away, exposing my full leg. I flush when I realize I still haven’t put on underwear, catching a glimpse of my bare ass squashed over Noah’s thick thighs, and I’m about to see much more. My heart bursts into a sprint as Noah lifts my thigh to my chest.

I’m tempted to look away, but Noah’s thick forearm replaces his grip, holding my leg upright and allowing his fingers to drag down my pelvis. My eyes widen as he seeks out my core, but I’m not surprised because of what he’s about to do – it’s how wet I am, glistening in the dim moonlight before I’ve even received any attention between my legs.

My nails dig into Noah’s arm; pressure mounts in my pelvis at the mere thought of his hand finishing his journey. We watch my pussy flex in the mirror, sensitive to his fingertips trailing the outskirts of where I want him, and I’ve never felt shier.

But I don’t want to stop looking. Noah looks just as hungry for me as he smells, and I’m stunned that I’m the one causing this in him. We hold perfectly still as we lock eyes.

Do you want me to keep going? Noah asks.

The second I nod, he indulges in my fluids - two fingers tracing the length of my core as my labia parts for him. All I can do is gape, my cheeks on fire as the tingling pleasure of his touch doubles - no, triples - with the added stimulation of watching his every movement in the mirror. Before I can stop it, Noah’s firm, speeding swirls of his fingertips massage a wispy, desperate moan from my lips. I meet my own eyes as it spills from me.

Noah was right - I don’t recognize who’s staring back, but I can’t get enough of her. This woman’s shoulders are loose, reddened lips parted with pleasure, and her hand has traveled on its own to Noah’s wrist, urging his fingers for more. I don’t know if I’d go as far as to say she’s confident, but she is vulnerable in the most seductive way. I can’t even process this alluring, blissful version of myself before Noah sweeps his fingers faster. My chest heaves with each pass over my clit. Slick, slippery sounds fill the room from how hard my core clenches for more.

But what totals me is witnessing Noah’s entranced stare in the mirror. Adoration spills from his loosened lips, huffing against my cheek in time with my breath. I can feel his excitement for my pleasure in every pulse of his attention between my legs, working me faster the more my hips rock. My thigh drops to the side, exposing more of myself to both Noah and me in the mirror as I squirm in his lap.

“I– want you–” I gasp. My hips tilt back, attempting to stave off an oncoming orgasm in record time for us, but this new angle just gives Noah’s soaked fingers ample room to toy with my swollen clit.

Noah’s heavy breath against my shoulder warns me that what I’m feeling in our bond is correct - he’s so aroused that he’s tempted to nip me. I breathe in soft whimpers, baring my neck. But the second his fangs sting my mark, I grab Noah’s arm, stopping him.

We hold perfectly still as I battle through wave after wave of pleasure, straining to keep my quivering thighs frozen. My whole body buzzes, so overcome by our entwined bodies in the mirror that it’s almost impossible to hold back my threatened climax. When Noah’s questioning stare shifts into concern, all I can do to dissuade his worries is shake my head.

He removes his hands from my legs entirely, holding my hips steady as I breathe. His rising smile captures my focus, spiking a thrilling ache through my chest. “Feisty Omega, are you edging yourself?”

My knees dip, daring me to sit back on the hefty bulge straining against his pants beneath me and succumb to pleasure with him.

But I don’t let myself. I take a deep breath, my voice coming out weak and raspy. “I don’t want it to end.”

Noah’s smile dissolves into sudden seriousness. “Can I have that condom back?”

He removes the crumpled thing from my tight fist, ensuring it’s still intact. His stare is focused as he opens it, but the fire between us mounts, starting a chain reaction in my clenching core. I grip my knees, breathing through my desire as Noah adjusts himself behind me.

Quick, eager fingers take mere seconds to slip the condom on before reattaching to my hips. We lock eyes in the mirror.

Noah’s breath beats down my back. “Are you ready for–”

“Yes,” I breathe. My cheeks burn at my bold declaration, but it only makes Noah’s eyes burn lighter.

Silence stretches between us as Noah lines himself up beneath my hovering core. My blood pounds, only aiding my arousal, but I can’t look away from how raw we look around each other.

Once his tip settles against me, my chest heaves; I’m desperate to drop my hips into him. But I don’t want to rush Noah. I’m craving the tension I sense boiling behind his rolling shoulders – waiting for his filter to break. I have to chew on my lip, staving off my impatience as he slips his hands beneath my skirt, sliding it over my ass.

When we meet eyes, I have to grip my chest to keep my heart from jumping out.

Noah’s humming voice deepens as his grip tightens over my hip bones. “I love you.”

I try to respond, but I can’t; the air evacuates my lungs as I watch every millisecond of Noah entering me. With every inch he disappears, my mouth gapes wider and wider, mimicking the generous amount of room he eats up. I’m so ready for him that he slips right past my pelvic opening, pushing a flurry of butterflies up my belly at his deeper entrance. I grip his wrists, choking out a desperate moan. I catch my own stare right as my eyebrows arch – a sharp snap of nerves ricochets through my chest as Noah’s tip presses as far as it can reach.

I’m surprised by how fluidly my hips roll back, spurred on by instinct to feel more of him. I hadn’t realized I was the one directing us until my hips jumpstart Noah’s into action. He hugs my waist, gently brushing his thumb over my lower abdomen like he’s thanking me for the heavy pleasure I hear in his hard breath. My swollen lips gape, overwhelming bliss rippling down my legs until my back arches to show off my breasts.

---