Page 111 of Freeing My Alpha

“You want more, don't you?” Noah purrs. “Which part is it that you like? Do you feel that buzzing in your chest when I look at you? Challenge you? Does it feel good?”

Shivering at his words, I peek up at him, desperate to feel it again. His stare hits ten times as hard; Noah’s wolf smiles through him, showing his full incisors. He’s smiling, but his stare remains sharp, heated beyond what I can withstand. As my eyes dart away, Noah hums. “That’s what she wants. She wants to be bossed around today. She wants to be challenged. Am I right?”

All traces of Noah’s rational side have left his body, and my wolf loves it. I spread my scent against his legs, rubbing my head, neck, and breasts all over him.

“Yes,” I mutter into his knees. “I feel that thrill each time I challenge you, just like you said—”

I freeze; Noah’s grip tightens on my hair. It’s gentle enough that it doesn’t hurt, but hard enough to give my scalp a blissful massage. With my humming pleasure, Noah purrs.

“Stand up.” His voice rumbles against the stall walls, chilling my spine.

I do as I’m told, but my wobbly legs threaten to give. Noah catches me, hugging me to his chest.

He nips my ear, his voice rough even as it lowers. “Turn around, little Alpha.”

I stand straighter, even though it makes my heart pound wildly. “I’m not little.”

Who am I kidding, Noah towers over me. As my mate stands even straighter too, his fangs extend with his grin, shooting excitement down my spine. “Yes, you are. And that’s exactly why you’re deadly as fuck.”

I drop my head. “You’re making fun of me.”

Noah chuckles, cupping my cheeks until I meet his stare again. As his eyes roam over my face, I only grow hotter, hardly able to withstand the strength behind his burning scent. “You don’t realize the power in what you’re doing right now, do you?” Noah’s eyebrows raise as mine furrow. “I’m not actually joking at all, Aliya. But I’m glad you don’t understand what I mean. It means I’ve done my job well in keeping you feeling safe here. Now turn around, Alpha. Palms flat on the wall.”

My heart rate spikes at how serious he sounds. I’m desperate for him to roughhouse with me, so before turning around, I dive for his mark, giving him a quick bite. Noah gasps, but I don’t give him time to retaliate; I whip myself around, dropping my palms flat on the wall, as requested.

With a fiery growl, Noah reaches around my waist to undo my pants button. His body heat emanates across my back, and his heavy breath fans against my neck until I fawn for him. Noah gives my mark a sharper bite than I expect, and I jump in his arms.

But I’m not letting him be the only one driving me wild. In order to keep my palms flat on the wall, I have to stretch above the toilet, doubled over with my ass out. I take my chance to rub myself on Noah’s erection, hoping it riles him up even worse. And there’s no denying its effect in our bond, his urgency stealing my breath. Noah’s purr shifts into a deeper growl. His hands roam down my back, stifling the rising desperation in his wolf with a few gentle humps against me.

Before I can whine about him taking his sweet time, Noah yanks my pants to my thighs, trapping my knees closed. I gasp, freezing in place.

Bent over the toilet, I’m fully exposed to him as he runs his fingers down my entrance from behind. His touch spreads tingles down my legs so strong that my knees squirm.

“Fuck, you’re drenched, little Alpha.”

My body welcomes his big fingers into me, slotting them deep in one slow thrust as I push my hips back.

A heavy moan escapes my lips. It echoes beyond the stall, bouncing across the tile walls.

“Shh... We’re in public.” With his free hand, Noah slips his fingers into my mouth, and my inner muscles flex over him in surprise. “Oh, fuck. You really want me in your mouth today, huh?”

I gladly bob my head over his fingers, hoping it urges him to do what I really want.

He’s thorough with his fingers, widening them to massage my G-spot until I’m letting out desperate little cries over his knuckles. As pleasure wells in my core, my hips squirm on the verge of orgasm from being fucked from both ends.

But I’m not satisfied with this. I yank Noah’s fingers from between my legs with a low growl, turning to glare at him as I continue to suckle his hand.

No, Alpha. Not your fingers down there.

Noah’s breath hitches as I reach for his cock, swallowing his fingers deeper before saliva spills from my lips.

“O-oh, shit. No, wait—” Noah’s voice is clearer than it has been since we locked ourselves in the stall.

His fear snaps me out of my focus. I freeze, his fingers still in my throat.

What? Did I do something wrong?

“No. I just don’t want to hurt you during sex. Are you thinking it through enough to understand that, or are you running on pure impulse?”

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