Page 83 of My Shy Alpha

“Please, Noah. Mate me.”

Leaves crunch in my fists as he re-enters me, stroking my clit to help me stretch over his swollen cock. I moan so loudly that birds flee from neighboring trees, sending a thrill through me. But Noah isn’t satisfied with this position yet, hunkering down until his stomach rolls along my back with one deep thrust. He slinks all the way in with how wet I am - fluid dripping from me as I cry out in delight.

But when his fangs brush my neck, I gasp, my nails burrowing into the dirt. An explosion of nerves ricochets through my spine at the mere suggestion of his mark. Noah’s heaving pants pour over my neck between licks, igniting the deepest pleasure I’ve ever felt as he humps me.

I drop my shoulder, baring my neck on instinct. He encourages me to bare myself further, licking faster with every thrust until my toes curl. When his fingers return to my clit, it feels so good that I can’t stop my hips from dropping back to meet him halfway. He soothes me with deep, longing touches, dragging his fingers across my breasts and belly until I shiver.

But Noah whines, his tongue suddenly absent from my neck. “I can’t bite you. I don’t want it to hurt you, Omega.”

“It feels good, Alpha! I’m getting close again from it.”

Noah growls. His swelling shaft pounds against my cervix so deep that my legs tremble, preparing to come again.

“Don’t stop!”

His arms lock around me as his hips jerk into me, instinct driving him to fill my core as he bursts. The resulting fullness is almost too much, its thick heat mixing with his expanding knot.

Noah’s fangs sink into my neck.

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Iyelp, a flash of pain zipping through my pierced neck until the sensation morphs into the heaviest orgasm of my life. Noah holds me steady as I smash my hips into him to fuck myself deeper over his knot, undeterred by his groans as my belly flutters in ecstasy. Every hair on my body bristles as pleasure shoots down my neck, meeting the delightful fullness of my groin.

But as our bond evolves, it’s clear our initial bond was incomplete. The forest floor shifts into rotating colors, developing into the most beautiful, indescribable colors I’ve ever seen.

My mind travels to another location. Somewhere only Noah and I can be; the forest where our wolves reside, inside our bond.

Flower fields stretch for miles, creating my new favorite scent: a soft, hyacinth essence blending with Noah’s sweet, sugary warmth. Time slows, Noah’s presence layering over mine until I can’t tell us apart. His wet wolf nose nuzzles me, except I’m not in my human body.

I’m my wolf. Our wolves rub their heads together with satisfied, happy whines. I can feel Noah’s wolf form so clearly now - more like a physical piece of me than the whispered ghost I’ve felt of him in the past. God, he’s beyond gorgeous, his black coat shimmering beneath the golden sunlight. But it’s those sweet, delighted puppy-dog eyes over my shoulder that gut me. He’s so deeply precious to my heart that my wolf nibbles his ear, unable to contain her rising affection.

As my vision clears, Noah’s shuddering weight on my back brings me back to Earth. I’m already crying. We communicate purely in whines and body language, gazing at each other with slow, satiated blinks.

Noah unlatches from my neck, softly nursing my wound until the searing ache fizzles into a comforting hum.

My pulse throbs as I feel Noah everywhere - inside and around my body. Merged with my soul. Noah’s emotions have never been clearer. He’s awestruck by me. Feeling so at peace. He’s happy. Not temporarily, but truly; warm, tingling joy buzzes through every cell.

I whimper, cuddling into him deeper as his hands caress my now-bloated abdomen - my uterus unaware that our heavy sex included protection, still cramping in a desperate attempt to welcome his sperm. As Noah soothes my wound with thorough focus, my soul bursts with more love than I can hold. I hope Noah can feel it. Nourish and hold it with me.

Noah whines back, giving me heavy, loving blinks as he gazes into my eyes. He’s so gentle with my body, slow, even strokes consuming my skin as I weep against his cheek.

“Thank you, Noah. Thank you.”

I can’t stop shivering as we remain knotted, each touch we share deepening our newly complete bond. Noah helps my shaky limbs ease us to the ground, draping himself over me like a weighted blanket.

His soft voice is blissfully exhausted, stuffy with fresh tears. “I love you, my sweet Omega. You’re even more beautiful now that I can see all of you.”

I whimper, hugging his arms around my cramping abdomen. “I love you so much, Alpha.”

I’ve never felt such comfort, melting beneath my mate. As Noah’s breath softens against my ear, falling asleep beneath him is an indulgent treat.

Not long after Noah marked me, I’m rudely awoken by a throbbing cramp in my abdomen at least ten times worse than the dull ache from earlier. I groan, trying to stretch through the pain until I realize I can’t move.

Noah’s breath stirs beside my ear, and I gasp - he’s still flopped over me, compressing my lungs. I instinctually cough, but my eyes widen as it makes me clench around his flaccid length.

Noah gasps, lifting off my back. “Oh, sweet Omega, I’m so sorry. Fuck, I could’ve crushed you.” He brushes my fresh mark, and I jolt. “D-does it hurt?”

My blood is still pounding, flustered from the burst of loving electricity his mark provided from the slightest touch. But now that our bond is complete, my heart aches with Noah’s, even though I know I’m perfectly okay.

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