Page 115 of My Shy Alpha

As soon as I’m smushed against him, Noah nuzzles into my neck, kissing my mark. Every soft press of his lips floods me with endorphins, giddy, gentle waves of affection swirling in my chest. I squeeze him in as tight of a hug as I can manage, throwing my leg over his hip.

Noah chuckles, his heavy purr vibrating our chests as we relax into each other. The sound erases every ounce of fear I felt moments before. Noah didn’t say it out loud, but his sense of ease proves it; no matter what’s to come, we feel safe together.

I bury myself in him, forgetting all about our picnic as the blanket turns into an extension of our nightly cuddle ball. Noah grips me twice as hard until we scoot close enough to squeeze out all air between us, enveloping ourselves in one collective, sizzling body heat.

We share a toasty silence. The stone’s chill seeps through the picnic blanket, keeping us from overheating. I fall into the rhythm of Noah’s heartbeat against my ear, my eyes drooping in delight.

But Noah takes a shaky breath. “This used to be where I’d go to hide.”

My eyes snap open. My focus races over the dark, damp walls of the cave - the place that held Noah’s trust when no one else could. Since I’m here, it dawns on me just how much Noah trusts me. I can’t imagine how risky sharing this den must feel for him. Or maybe I can, and I just hate that we’ve had to experience such pain to be able to relate.

Noah’s trust is pure and raw, opening his soul up to mine in our bond. I’m struck with a momentary fear: am I worthy of being trusted by this sweet soul?

But as his shy stare gazes at me with absolute faith in who I am to him, one thing is certain; I want to be this special, trusted person for Noah. I want it too badly to care whether I deserve it or not.

I grab his hand to roll us over, but Noah grabs all of me. Rubbing the entire length of my back, he nuzzles me into the picnic blanket until his weight settles over me. I cup his scruffy jaw in my hands, giving it a gentle scratch and loving how it softens the remaining tension around his eyes. We lean in to trace each other’s noses, kissing every time our lips pass one another with aching, tender slowness.

“Thank you,” I say. “For allowing me into your life.”

Noah’s shyness hits harder than I’ve seen it in a while - raised shoulders and an irrepressible grin rendering him speechless.

Putting his forehead against mine, Noah mindlinks, I love you.

I break into a smile. I love you so much.

But as I spread my thighs, deepening our cuddle ball, his limp weight over me melds our hips together. Passion strikes even lower, my pelvis tilting for more attention. Noah’s blinking softens as he strokes my head, giving my hips a gentle nudge.

God, I don’t just want him, I want to love on his body in every way I can - drive him wild with bliss. I bite my lips, vivid fantasies whirring across my mind until I settle on one: Noah’s satiated, open lips, dissolving into pleasure as I lick the bulge forming against my lower abdomen.

As lust pools between my legs, craving to summon Noah’s primal side, I offer something I never thought I could want again.

“Can I spoil you?”

Noah’s gaze zips to mine. Desire emanates from his eyes, but this is new for both of us; he’s usually the one asking for requests. My hips squirm, unaccustomed to taking charge.

Noah clears his throat. “O-okay. As long as you enjoy it too.”

We settle onto our sides, taking a clearer look at one another now that we’re not nose-to-nose. I trace a line down his torso, stunting his inhale. The sound squeezes my knees together, nudging my swelling clit.

Noah’s relaxed, wide shoulders tell me how comfortable he is around me, lying in full view despite my full focus on him. I massage his chest, dragging slow, sweeping pressure over the broad muscles until his nipples harden through his shirt.

“Would you like my mouth on you, Alpha? Or my hands?”

His shirt’s hem is already rolled, drawing my eyes to a sliver of skin showing at his waistband and dark hair trailing to his belly button. But when I speak, my eyes drop even lower; his sweatpants warp from a silhouette of his shaft to a rigid view. If I can make Noah’s cock flex in his sweatpants like that from a mere suggestion, what can I do to him with my lips?

But the sweet man can’t even look at me, still unaccustomed to being taken care of no matter how much I nurture him. He works his bottom lip between his teeth, hiding his eyes behind his hair. “I-I’d– I’d like both too much, but–” He takes a heavy, shuddering breath, flexing his abdomen and tenting his pants in the process. “T-the way you use your mouth feels good.”

With my exploding, mischievous smile, Noah breaks into giggles. The heavenly sound is cut off when I dive for his sweatpants, whipping the elastic down and dragging my tongue over the bulge in his boxers.

Noah gasps. “Oh, Goddess–”

He’s on his back for me now, just how I’d like him. I douse every angle of his clothed shaft with my tongue until the fabric is soaked. Within thirty seconds, his hips lift, pressing this hot erection against my tongue.

I peek at Noah. Flustered cheeks intensify those ever-golden eyes I always tease out of my mate during sex. It creates a sense of pride in my wolf like no other.

Burrowing my fingers beneath his boxers’ waistband, I stare at his heaving chest above me as I slowly expose his cock. I kiss and nuzzle it, waiting to add tongue until his back arches and his hands find my cheeks in desperation.

Is this what you like, my love? I mindlink.

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