Page 30 of My Shy Alpha

My wolf speaks for me. “F-from behind, Alpha.”

One second, I’m facing Noah. The next, I’m on my hands and knees. His sheer power thrills me - not because he’s strong, but because it proves his gentleness is intentional. Warm hands steady my lower back, the back of my thighs falling flush against his. Noah places my hands over my headboard, allowing me to hang over it in a stretch.

But he doesn’t shove himself into me right away like I’d expect from every other man I’ve had sex with. Running his fingers up the length of my back, Noah gives me a soft, sweeping scratch. Goosebumps erupt across my bare body, hardening my nipples. I let out a delighted moan, rubbing myself back against his hot, flexing erection.

Noah settles his torso against my back. His breath brushes my ear as he kisses the base of my neck. While one arm hooks around the front of my hips, keeping me snug against his grinding pelvis, the other slides past my belly, teasing my clit. It’s so swollen with arousal that instead of the sensation dulling from Noah’s previous attention, sparks of pleasure make my hips jerk back into him. I twist to grip his hair, smashing my mouth against his.

Noah purrs - a happy growl vibrating through my back like he adores teasing me beyond my limits. When I let out a desperate whimper, he flexes against me. That little flex gives me a taste of the pressure he’ll introduce, tempting me to beg for it.

“Please, please, hurry. I want you.”

“Listen closely, Omega.” Noah presses a hard kiss into my cheek, teasing me faster until my hips squirm. “Most asshole Alphas submit to no one. But I’m your Alpha. The second you say the word, I’d happily roll over for you like a cowering dog.” Noah nips my neck, rousing the deepest ache in my groin yet. “If you want to stop, we stop. If you want more, we do more. Just say the word. No begging necessary.”

I shiver as he traces a line between my breasts, to my clit, and back again. This man has prepared me for sex more thoroughly than I ever have, leaving me dripping. Between his teasing and his attention to what I like - even repeatedly calling me “Omega” just because I asked him to - I’m melting beneath him. But his willingness to submit to me turns me on more than anything, my core flexing on its own ever since.

He liked it when I called him my Alpha too, right?

Raising my hips, I position myself for him to enter me. “I want more, Alpha.”

Noah spreads one hand across my lower back, steadying me as he prods my entrance. “Breathe for me. Relax everything.”

I let out a slow, shaky breath, softening my eager muscles. Just as my wound shoulders loosen, Noah glides into me the tiniest amount.

A shockwave of pleasure blasts up my spine. I want to gasp, but I can’t find the air, my jaw hanging in eye-fluttering bliss.

“Is it okay?”

“More,” I breathe, unable to say a single extra syllable.

Noah delicately pulls back before entering me again, pushing an inch farther this time. When he slips past my pelvic opening, a wave of pleasure swells my heart like a balloon.

“Oh! Ah!”

Noah freezes. “Does it hurt?”

“No, it’s–” I arch my back through a moan as I reach for his hips, tugging him deeper.

He’s so thick that fluid drips from me, every millimeter of my insides met by delicious pressure with no spare room. Easing out in one deep breath, Noah leans back in with the next to keep filling me, pushing himself the furthest he has yet - until he bumps against my cervix with nowhere left to go. Pleasure ricochets down my arms and legs, coating my skin in shivers. The sensual gasp that escapes my lips is unheard of, heightening each minuscule movement with its novelty.

My eyes widen as it happens again and again, each gentle press of his tip into my cervix massaging shudders down my body; I think he found my new favorite spot. He settles into a gentle rhythm, sensing my comfort by my heavy, delighted moans. The thick pressure he’s applying builds – each thrust the deepest internal massage I’ve ever felt despite how careful he’s being with me.

My voice comes out wispy and unfamiliar. “Oh, God, Noah, I might come already...”

“Tell me, wolf...” Noah gives a low purr, kissing that golden spot on my neck until I cry out. “Do you want it slower, faster, harder, or deeper?”

I swallow hard, my knuckles turning white against my pale wooden headboard. Forget choosing the position before sex, I’ve never made a request like this during sex, let alone been asked.

But I whisper the truth. “Deeper.”

With no further questions, Noah thrusts into me as deep as he can - slow, luxurious pulses making me grip the headboard for dear life as pleasure wracks my entire body.

“Oh, I–” My jaw drops in bliss.

Gripping my lower back, Noah guides himself into me with heaving breaths, emphasizing his movements with my wispy moans. My legs shake, relishing in the pressure he pounds into me. I can’t escape from the heavy, stroking sensation as he fills me over and over again. Fluid escapes down my legs, Noah tongue-fucking my neck until my chest aches with every thrust. It urges him to move faster, my old bed frame creaking in distress. Within seconds, I writhe on the edge.

Noah’s roughened voice comes out in a sedated growl. “You feel so fucking good, reacting to me like that–”

My eyelids flutter as I flex around him, squirming as I come. Noah’s fingers dig into my hips as he teases out my orgasm like he craves it. The sensation lasts with every lick of my neck, carrying my moans throughout the room.

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