Page 28 of My Shy Alpha

“I don’t want to stop, but I... I didn’t shave,” I whisper. “I’m sorry.”

Hot tears prick my eyes, igniting a memory of this exact position - crying beneath a man in bed. How many times was Steven disgusted by my hair? By all of my body’s imperfections?

Noah hugs me close. “Why are you sorry? Please, don’t shame yourself over some hair. It’s there to protect you.”

My heart hammers. He’s right, but I never thought about it like that. I always just dealt with stinging razor burn and excessive UTIs, figuring it was just part of life - or my fault somehow.

But as my shame fades, a fire takes over me. Noah’s still looking at me like I’m the most gorgeous being he’s ever touched, his fingertips brushing the top of my pubic hair. With a rapid breath, I dare to slide his hand further, staring at him for his reaction. My heart burns from pounding so hard, but Noah’s eyes soften with lust. I urge him even further, but he pauses, immersing his fingers in my hair.

At first, my heart threatens to explode. But then Noah gives my pubic bone a thorough, massaging scratch, melting the tension in my body.

“Gorgeous.” His voice comes out rougher than I expected, desire slipping through the cracks.

I let out an uncontainable whimper, diving for his lips. But Noah doesn’t just kiss me. Feverish lips devour mine, stealing what’s left of my breath. My hips twist with delight, his circling pressure on my pubic bone burying into a nerve that craves his attention. But as our tongues collide, Noah’s fingers slide past my pubic bone. I suck in a heaving breath against his open mouth.

Tingles flurry up my belly as warm fingers trace my clit in delicate, slow strokes. I haven’t had someone touch me like this in so long that it makes my legs jerk in overwhelm despite his gentleness.

“Too much?” He whispers.

“Not too much, please–” I smash my lips against his, desperate for more but nervous with all this attention on me. Noah’s fingers slip past my clit to my wet core, circling there until my hips circle with him.

“You smell so fucking good.” Noah’s deep, growling voice makes me flex around his finger as one easily slips in on its own.

“Oh, God...” I gasp.

As his finger pulses inside me, I part my lips for him through a heavy kiss. His warm tongue tastes sweet, caressing me with the beat of his finger.

“No, these need to come off.” Noah’s finger relishes my G-spot, even as his other hand makes quick work of stripping my panties - a hot palm caressing my hip, ass, and thigh in the process.

Once they’re fully off, I can see what he means; this is a thousand times better, allowing me to spread my knees as wide as I want while Noah’s hand loosens into tender, deeper strokes. My heart races, warning me of an incoming climax. And the only shock I’m feeling is that this is the best sex I’ve had in my life - with just my mate’s finger.

But when he introduces a second finger, I suck in a heavy breath.

“Oh! Noah– Ah!”

They glide inside me, sending heavy waves of pleasure straight to my heart. His hands are so big that two fingers together have to be as girthy as my dildo. I raise my hips, eagerly shoving his fingers deeper as they pulse against my inner wall.

Noah lets out a heavy purr as I nuzzle his neck on instinct, only pausing to moan against it.

“Noah, it’s so– Oh, my God.”

His palm kneads against my clit from the outside as he massages me from the inside, thickening the rising delight in my belly. The pleasure is so intense that fluid gushes onto the sheets with a jerk of my hips.

“You’re so wet, Omega,” Noah whispers.

But I’m not just wet; he’s making me squirt. No man has ever made me do that. Only my own hands, caring about my pleasure when there’s nothing else to focus on.

All I can do is moan, my fingernails digging into his back as his fingers pulse faster.

“Noah! You’re going to make me come–”

With a deep purr, Noah licks my breast with his full tongue. He sucks my nipple as his fingers flex into a sprint.

The heat gathers in my gut, my moans weak and rapid with every breath as his touch consumes my senses. I grip the back of his head, burying my face into his neck.

“Ah! Please, don’t stop–”

My knees fall slack, giving him easy access. Noah takes full advantage with relentless, tapping pressure against my inner walls, but when my hips work themselves over his fingers, Noah sees straight through my need to be penetrated at the edge of my orgasm. He takes me to the edge with slick, slapping thrusts of his hand - his palm contacting my clit until my pelvis fills with a fluttering, sweet ache. For the first time since I moved back home, my blissful moans fill the room. I arch my back high off the bed, my core muscles gripping his fingers. Fluid bursts from me as I come.

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