Page 27 of My Shy Alpha

Noah’s sweet scent bursts from him, his chest heaving. His scent screams one thing: he wants me. It pushes another trickle of fluid into my drenched panties. My eyelashes flutter as Noah scoops my head in one palm, nuzzling my neck.

“You’re not hearing me yet. My wolf doesn’t want to ‘fuck’ you, sweet Omega.” Noah’s tongue leaves a slow, heavy trail of wetness along my neck, hardening my nipples with excitement. “He wants to make love to you until your wolf screams for her Alpha.”

I involuntarily moan as he nips my neck, rubbing his bulge against my clit. He’s rock-hard.

But that’s not what’s torturing me the most. It’s his gentle, deep voice, still soft and reserved despite his dirty words. They feel like sultry secrets, spoken just for me.

My knees raise and open for him. Noah lets out a heavy huff as he grinds into me, increasing the pressure. And my wolf wants him now.

His hum is more of a deep growl as I smash my lips against his, sitting up to pop off my bra. Noah pulls back, capturing every millisecond of my bra straps sliding off my shoulders, revealing hard nipples.

Taking in not only my breasts, but all of me - open and exposed for him - Noah flushes. “I can’t believe you’re my mate.”

I bite my lower lip. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No, it’s... No, what? Fuck, I can’t think.” Noah swallows hard, hesitating on whether to touch or only look.

Placing his hands over my breasts for him, I lean back, keeping his knees beneath my hips. Gentle fingers splay across my breasts, each digit brushing over my nipples one by one. I shudder, squeezing his hips between my thighs.

Noah’s jaw tightens. “Fuck.”

I press his palms against me, urging him to squeeze. Despite his rapid breath, his movements are slow and massaging, running over my nipples as he kneads them rather than the painful squeezes I’ve had from exes.

Memories threaten to take over, dragging me into the past by the hair, but Noah’s slow, thorough massage recaptures my attention, cradling me in the present. Within seconds, I’m here, and I’m coated in bliss.

I hum, grinding against his lap, and Noah’s chest heaves. Noah leans over me, slipping my nipple into his mouth as he teases the other. His soft, suckling pressure makes my hips rock with his tongue, the slick muscle flicking my nipple. When he sucks the other side, the rush of cold air on my wet nipple makes my hips squirm.

I can’t take it. My skin flushes all over, craving more of him.

Hooking my ankles behind Noah’s hips, I urge him closer until I can pop open his pants before he bursts from them. Noah exhales in relief as I free his heavy cock from his boxers, only to find him dripping like me.

Oh, God. He’s thick.

Flushing bright red, Noah studies my reaction. But my wolf is impatient. I yank on his pants, struggling to pull them past his muscular ass. He easily slips them to his knees before stripping his jacket and shirt.

As I gaze at his wide chest and plump, flexing cock above me, the rising heat burns throughout my body again.

“I-I think it might take some work to get you to fit in me,” I blurt out. “But I want you to.”

When Noah speaks, his voice is deeper and rougher than ever, washing my spine in chills. “Oh, fuck. So much for suppressants. I’m grabbing a condom before I slip into a rut and can’t see straight.”

After Noah snatches a box from the grocery bag, my eyes widen as he fetches a condom wide enough to encase my garden’s juiciest cucumbers. Just as he places it on his tip, I interrupt to roll it on for him, sparing a moment to massage his shaft from base to tip.

Noah nuzzles my neck more frantically than ever, eager fingers sending tingles up my inner thigh. His warm hand stops just before my groin, and I squirm in frustration.

He purrs at the sight. “What if I used my hands first, Omega? Prepared you for more?”

I suck in a tight breath, gripping his hand with a nod. Noah slides his hand higher and higher until big fingers caress my wet core through my underwear. My back arches at this tiny touch alone, each gentle stroke that much stronger just because it’s Noah’s.

Blush creeps down my bare chest. Before I can overthink, my wolf spills the truth of my desires. “Please do.”

9

Noah eases me onto my back with a heavy kiss. His fingers slip down my abdomen, fluttering my heart as they brush past the edge of my thin panties.

Panic strikes, but I can’t identify why. Out of fear that I’m about to have a flashback, I grab his wrist. Noah freezes. When he removes his hand, my gut aches with regret.

“Do you want to stop?” He tilts back to check my expression, but I dive for his neck, hiding my cheeks.

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