Page 92 of My Shy Alpha

I break our kiss with a wet smack of our lips, just to give him a playful smile. “Or - since he submits to only me - I’ll stop your wolf before he breaks the condom, and I’ll help you with the rest.”

“Oh, fuck, don’t torture me, Omega. He’s going to ruin that plan.” Noah nips my mark. I automatically whimper for more, and Noah groans. “Okay, my brain is gone. This is your judgment call.”

“Then just to be safe...” I trace his lips with my fingertips, aching to feel them again. “I think we should stick with our hands.”

My heartbeat pounds into my groin as Noah looks me up and down, ready to devour me. As we crash into each other’s lips, Noah’s long arm wastes no time in reaching past my ass, slipping along my entrance from behind. I suck in a sharp breath through our kiss as Noah swirls his fingers, teasing my hips to chase after them.

He growls. “Fuck, you’re so ready for me.”

It’s true - something about his tenderness tonight heated me from the inside out. I’ve only just started stroking him, but Noah’s fingers effortlessly slink into me.

I shudder against his chest, and my legs widen for him. His thick fingers align vertically with my pussy, stretching me as if his cock was sliding against my inner walls.

Moaning into his mouth, I break our kiss, dropping my hips for more. “Ah! That’s good...”

“Oh, fuck. You want it so badly.” Noah strokes into me, slow and deep until I’m liquified, gasping against his lips in soft whimpers. “I’ve been trying to figure it out every time - which part do you like? The slow pressure, or the depth? It’s killing me.”

He slows until it’s agonizing to wait for his touch to sink into me. But when his fingertips hit the deepest they have yet, I clench over his fingers in delight.

“Ugh, fuck, like that.” His voice roughens as his wolf reaches the surface. “You’ve gotta tell me, feisty Omega. I feel it spike in our bond as I mate you, and I can’t stand wondering anymore.”

My cheeks burn. But Noah’s soothing, gentle kisses make me want more of his touch, no matter how shy I feel. “The– the deep part. That’s what I like.”

Noah breaks into a soft smile, scooping the back of my head in one hand to kiss me tenderly.

But then his fingers suddenly work me twice as deep, pushing further with every elongated stroke until my eyelashes flutter. “Ah! Oh, God...” I gasp.

“Oh, fuck, that’s totally what it is. Dammit, I want to be inside you.”

I gather my wits, smoothing over the entire length of Noah’s shaft. The base already swells, just from watching me.

My voice comes out weak and breathy. “Pretend you’re inside me. Convince your wolf.”

Matching Noah’s movements, I stroke him at the pace his fingers sink into me. It’s to my own detriment, my knees a shaking mess.

“Ah! Noah...” I arch my back, lifting my hips to help him reach.

He smashes his lips against mine, flexing his shaft with every stroke of my palms. I rub his tip with one hand while stroking with the other, teasing him until he groans into my mouth.

As his fingers drive into me faster, my knees dip to squeeze him inside me, seeking heavier pressure. He drinks up my voice with his tongue, thrusting into my hands with heavy grunts until he comes over my fingers.

“Mm!” I moan at his heat competing with the warm water, picturing him bursting inside me.

He hugs my waist tight, locking our lips as I writhe over his fingers with desperate cries. When he rubs his thigh against my clit at the same time, I erupt, coming with pleading, breathy gasps.

As we fall still in each other’s arms, Noah’s heavy-lidded eyes tell me he’s still hungry for more. But he shuts off the water, kissing me with sweeping brushes down my back.

Our nightly cuddle ball has become so natural that our bodies meld together the second we hit the mattress. Noah’s repetitive, calm breath lulls my eyes into closing, every muscle relaxed from our indulgent shower.

But then Noah’s whisper breaks the silence. “I’m sorry, sweet Omega. I forgot to ask how it went sparring with Amy today.”

I grumble into his chest, burrowing my nose into his body heat.

He chuckles, stroking my wet hair. His cuddle heightens, rolling over me until I adjust to hug him tighter. “I’ll help you tomorrow, okay? You’ve got this, I know it. If not tomorrow, then someday in the near future.”

“But the ceremony this weekend...”

“How about the second you can shift, I’ll call an impromptu run? Then you won’t be missing out on anything at all.”