Page 104 of Freeing My Alpha

Noah growls, lifting my hips into his face for better access as he straightens up taller.

His tongue slathers the entire base of me in rapid circles, urging my body to open itself up to him like we’re about to mate.

“N-Noah— Ah!”

He purrs at my soft cries for him, closing his eyes as I tug at his hair.

There’s a possessiveness in his scent, but it doesn’t feel like a dominance over my body. It feels like he’s reclaiming my body from abuse, and giving it back to me.

As his tongue naturally dips into me, I moan louder, my voice echoing across the living room ceiling.

“Oh, my— Oh, my God—” My words come out like whispered breaths, shocked as Noah adds deeper pressure. He licks heavier and heavier until I feel like I’m being penetrated without his tongue actually entering me.

When he stops to gently suck my clit, my back arches, tilting my hips into his mouth.

“Oh, you’re so— You’re so good!”

I’m just listening to what you want, Omega. I’ll only do what you want.

He widens my thighs with his thumbs until my knees drop as far open as they can stretch. My hips beg for more, bucking into the air without any sense of rhythm.

Noah’s growl buries itself into my core as my body welcomes his tongue inside.

I’ve never had the urge for his tongue to penetrate me, but when he hits just an inch past my entrance, I melt. “Oh! Ah!”

My shaking legs urge him to tongue-fuck me until I’m lightheaded. Pleasure scales my belly, breasts, and throat. Dropping my head back, I cry out as he switches between endless stimulation—sucking my clit, penetrating me, and licking every inch of my labia—until I gush onto his face.

Noah’s growls shift into moans, his hips grinding into the edge of the couch beneath me. As my head fuzzes in bliss, I grip the cushion above my head, my hips slipping over his face. My knees raise on their own, baring my body to him as Noah licks pleasure into every little corner—until he focuses right on the spot that usually hurts. He trades between coating the invisible wound and dragging his tongue deeper, each cycle of his tongue building on itself until my whole chest fills with pleasure.

I pant hard, struggling to breathe through how good it feels as my knees squirm beyond my control. Noah rocks my hips over his mouth as I come, my thighs slamming shut against his cheeks.

As I catch my breath, wave after wave of relief hits my system. I can’t stop moaning.

Not just because it felt good. But because it felt good with Noah, and his primary motive was helping me to re-discover my pleasure.

I’m still buzzing, forced to resort to mindlinking. Oh, my God— I feel like you really did heal me.

Noah huffs between my legs, his breath tightening my core with leftover pleasure. His erection is throbbing and huge, stretching his pants as he separates his hips from the couch.

“Come here, gorgeous Alpha.” With loose muscles and a heaving breath, I urge his hips between my legs.

As I free his shaft, Noah shivers over me, his hips jolting at my touch. Grinding my soaked pussy on the bottom side of his shaft, I caress the top side, keeping him slotted between my legs. Noah still hasn’t said a word, panting and moaning as he works his cock over me.

He grips the couch above my head, his shaft expanding against my palm with every stroke.

“I... I can’t stop thinking about how good you just felt through our bond—” Noah comes all over my stomach, gushing enough to spill past my sides and onto the couch. “Fuck—”

With Noah’s raspy breath above me, I’m stunned. He was that turned on by making me feel good, and his whole reasoning behind it was to help me heal. I never thought someone would love me this much.

Noah collapses against my chest, and I hold him as hard as I can, squeezing my eyes shut. Getting re-triggered terrified me that things would never be the same, and I was right; they’re not. My heart is opening to Noah past anything I’ve ever felt.

Noah props himself over me, swiping leftover wetness from his cheeks. His focus drops to my legs, spread open to him. I stay exactly as I am, staring back at him. I’m laid out and bare, and he’s meeting me there.

As I hook my arms around his neck to kiss him, his relaxed lips signal he’s fully satisfied.

I’m so stunned by my love for him that my heart flutters. I retrace how we got here, trying to process it all.

But as my head clears, I’m hit with another realization altogether.

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