Page 102 of Freeing My Alpha

I gaze into Noah’s eyes, soaking in his love until my heart overflows. His lips are tender when I kiss him, alighting my every vertebrae. “You’re right. I wouldn’t trade what we have now for anything.”

Noah’s hand skates up my thigh as our kisses grow heavy. Between his heavy touch and hot tongue, I squeeze my thighs together, desperate for his sexual attention.

But Noah pauses, tracing my eyes. “I sense some sadness in you, sweet Omega. Different from grief.”

I drop my stare, my cheeks reddening. “I know we’ve managed to try having sex like we used to a few times, but it hasn’t been fully the same, and—” I bite my thumb, desperate to quiet my hammering heart. “Deep down, I’m really embarrassed about the trouble I’m still having, feeling pain during sex.”

“Oh, my sweet—” Noah’s fingertips skate into the roots of my hair, holding my head in place as he plants a firm kiss on my forehead. “Our intimacy doesn’t revolve around one type of sex. I love what we’ve been doing. Don’t you?”

“Yes, but—” My forehead warps. “It’s my fault we haven’t been able to keep trying for a baby.”

Noah kisses my tears away, shushing me gently. “It’s okay. It really is. It’s only been a month since we took a break. We’ll get there.”

“Still, I— I miss the deeper connection I feel with you when you're inside me.”

Noah swallows hard. His breath heightens against my cheek. “T-the other day, I had an idea of something that might help with your pain.”

I pull back to meet his eyes. They roam to my lips, then to his hand rubbing my hip, then to my mark as my head tilts in primal submission. When his Alpha musk flourishes into desire, my thighs squeeze together. This time, Noah’s eyes fall straight to my aching groin.

His voice is quiet, but rough with want. “You know how Lycans lick our wounds, and we heal ten times faster?”

My heart flips. I squeeze my thighs tighter, unsure if he’s implying what I think he is.

“I thought... Maybe I could give you some extra attention there. With my mouth.” Noah drags in a deep lungful of my eager scent, his grip tightening on my hip to give me a soft squeeze. “Maybe it’d help.”

I flush to my neck, my hips squirming at the thought.

Noah’s stare ignites, hanging on my next move. His thumb rests tantalizingly close to my inner thigh. When my thighs part for him, he huffs.

“You want to try?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

Noah kisses me, long and deep before hoisting me into his arms.

I let out a surprised giggle through our kiss, but his eager hands on my ass urge my tongue into his mouth. When he drops me on the couch’s long sectional, climbing over me, he pauses, realizing his mistake.

“Shit. W-was that triggering?”

My eyes are wide, but more because I hadn’t remembered this was a problem. I gape at Noah’s wide form towering over me, amazed. “Actually, no. That was fine. I’m doing better much faster than I usually would, thanks to how patient you’ve been. I really do trust you, Noah.”

He breaks into a proud smile, and my heart soars. But as he strips my bottom half bare, softly parting my legs, my heart pounds into my ears.

Why am I so nervous? It’s not like we’ve never done this before.

Kneeling at the sectional’s end, Noah peeks up at me as he gives my clit a soft kiss. I suck in a sharp breath, my thighs twitching.

“I want to do this with the intention of healing your wounds,” Noah says.

I swallow hard, biting my lip. “T-thank you, Noah.”

Noah draws back, his hands sliding down my calves as he relaxes on his heels. “Is that actually okay with you? You seem uncertain.”

I sigh, rapidly tucking my hair behind my ears. “No one has done anything like this before for me. I don't know how to take it in.”

I’m surprised by my tears, especially as Noah’s curious expression melts into sadness with me.

“I just know what it’s like. Trauma hurts like a physical wound,” Noah says.

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