Page 23 of My Shy Alpha

He doesn’t hear my quiet, pained cry, his focus on the Alpha cowering in my doorway. “If you don’t get her out of here, I’ll drag her out. She better not have hurt my mate.”

Amy gasps, scrambling to shove Kira out the door. “I’ve got it under control, Alpha! She’s leaving with some serious motivation, trust me.”

None of what they’re saying makes sense to my fever brain. All I know is that I need to soothe Noah just as much as I need him.

I try to run for him, but my sick legs only get me so far before I’m tangled in my living room’s messy floor. Noah’s glare softens into sorrow when I crash to the ground, grunting in pain. He drops the grocery bag and huge comforter blanket he’s carrying, diving for me.

“Aliya!”

Hearing my name on his lips changes its meaning, sweetening my heart into overwhelm.

He plucks the hair from my eyes. “Why were you in the fireplace?”

I swallow hard, taking a few seconds longer to answer his question from how captivating his lips are. “I was scared.”

“Oh, my poor mate...” His eyebrows warp as his cool hand on my forehead tests my temperature. “How did it get this bad already?”

Amy slams the door behind her, locking Kira out. “The real question is where you’ve been, Alpha? She thought you stood her up! What if it killed her?!”

Noah whimpers as he nuzzles my neck, sending intoxicating waves of tingles down my body. “You didn’t see the note on your bed that I went to get food and blankets for you?”

“O-oh, I didn’t look there...”

Amy growls. “You didn’t leave it here, where she’d wake up? She’s half-gone already, if not more, and not thinking clearly.”

Noah shrinks. “I thought she’d want to nest in her bedroom. I-it came on so fast, and I didn’t want to wake her and make her feel worse. I’m so sorry.”

“She didn’t even know she was a wolf, Alpha. I didn’t either, and I’m her best friend.”

I can’t stop crying, squirming against Noah as he finally holds me. “Help me!”

Noah hugs me to him, wrapping me in a thick duvet that smells like he yanked it straight off his bed. I grab fistfuls of it, squeezing it to my chest. The second his scent envelops me, I gasp in relief.

Noah strokes my cheek. “Good job. Follow your instincts. What else are they saying you need?”

My fever chills have stopped now that I’m immersed in his bedding, but it’s not enough to quell my aching core. Maybe I need more of Noah.

I rub my whole body in his scent, climbing into his lap and clinging on with all fours.

But that’s not right either.

“I don’t know what I’m doing! Something still feels wrong–”

Noah’s fingertips skate down my neck, brushing the hair from it, and I freeze. My heart beats so fast that I gasp for air, gripping Noah’s fluffy Sherpa collar to pull him closer.

“O-oh. You like that?” He whispers.

When he plants slow, soft kisses on my neck’s golden spot, the pain dissolves piece by piece from the source of his touch.

“Noah... Noah, Oh, my God. Don’t stop.”

As the pain fades, I’m more than soothed; I moan in Noah’s arms, every inch of my body alighting with pleasure. He kisses my neck harder, his fingers digging into the roots of my hair as he tugs me tight against his lap. I’m wetter by the second, each kiss sending a pulsing wave of delight to my groin.

“Oh, God, yes, Noah.”

At the sound of my breathy voice, Noah’s kisses revert to rough licks. I shiver from head to toe, but something in me screams that this is what I want. What I need.

My moans revert to heavier, desirous groans, my hips wriggling. Noah growls as he licks me the heaviest yet.

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