Page 87 of Freeing My Alpha

I giggle through a nod, unwilling to release his lips. Very right. Thank you, gorgeous.

He sits on a barstool with me still in his arms, allowing me to straddle his lap with my back to the food. His giddy smile intensifies the pride rising in our bond—despite his flushed cheeks burning even darker.

I can’t stop a laugh from breaking our kiss. “Are we not going to eat your beautiful breakfast?”

Noah tilts his head, considering my joke as if it was a serious option.

I laugh. “Noah!”

He stabs a strawberry slice with his fork, placing it in front of my lips. “There. Now we technically—” He gapes when I kiss the strawberry. “Um...”

My lips part. Noah’s full focus sticks to my tongue dragging beneath the fork. I stare into Noah’s eyes as I pull back to suck the strawberry off the end, giving him a soft, pleased hum. Twitching to life beneath me, Noah’s cock urges me to inhale a heavy gasp as I chew.

The sweet vanilla air mixes with my sudden lust. All I can think about is Noah’s warm palms resting on my hips, and how hard he came into me last night.

“O-Omega...”

Noah’s voice is so rough that I can’t help myself; I slide my fingers into his hair, giving it a gentle tug as I kiss him, hard.

Growling into my lips, Noah squeezes my hips. I hug his waist with my thighs, aching for his touch.

Suddenly, I’m on the kitchen island.

“Noah, the food!” I laugh.

He rotates me slightly to the left, avoiding a majority of the plates.

“That's hardly better, you adorable—”

Eager lips catch my laughter. Clinging to Noah's rocking hips with my legs, I pin him over me.

By the time we’ve worked ourselves up and stripped our bottom halves, I’m dying to try what we did last night. Noah lifts my hips as I lay back on the island. He gazes into my eyes as he lines up to enter me, hungry for my reaction.

But it’s not what either of us expect.

“Agh—” My voice catches with sharp, horrific pain, shooting all the way up my core into my heart. Tears prick my eyes before I even realize what happened.

But Noah’s mood does a complete reversal. He exits me as quickly as possible, and his side of our bond warps into fear.

I burst into tears.

He whimpers, patting me all over like he doesn’t know where it’s okay to touch me anymore. “O-oh, Goddess. Oh, fuck. I hurt you.”

I try to shake my head no, but I can’t speak through the tears—heavy, wracking breaths shaking my chest.

Noah’s pained expression guts me, only making me cry harder.

“I-I’m sorry—” I finally choke out.

“Shh, my love. Shh, no...” Noah tugs my panties back on, his breath trembling as he pulls me into his lap.

Noah squeezes me hard, like I could fall apart if he let go. I grip his shirt, shaking my head in disbelief.

I choke out my words. “I-it felt so nice last night. I’m sorr—”

“No. Please, no more sorries. Just breathe, my love. I’m the one who’s sorry.”

Noah strokes between my legs, attempting to rub it better. I kiss his cheeks, but there’s no reversing the situation.

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