Page 161 of Freeing My Alpha

In a split second, Noah is behind me. Holding me up with hungry hands, Noah caresses my breasts, sides, and belly—suggesting to mate from behind with hungry, low growls. The mere sound of it tells me he’s all instinct, urging my wolf to the surface.

I drop my head back, moaning with every kneading slip of his touch over my stinging nipples.

“Alpha, please— The field. Or else I’m not going to last.”

He gasps. “Fuck! S-sorry.” As we stumble deeper into the forest together, Noah groans in frustration. “My damn wolf is out of control—”

I stop him mid-dash, rubbing my horny scent all over his chest. “Stop forcing him down, Alpha. Let him out with mine.”

With a desperate huff, Noah kisses me all over, urging me through the trees. As he guides me to the field, I’m aware of a large mass of wolves following us. Watching us.

My heart pumps harder than ever from their stares, but since all I can see and smell is my hungry Alpha, each heartbeat feeds into my pulsing groin.

I whine, and Noah nuzzles me even closer, dragging his nose along the most sensitive spots of my neck.

“Mate. My gorgeous, sexy mate. I cannot believe I get to be with you for the rest of my life. I can’t be this lucky.” Noah’s locked stare is so intense that I can’t stop shivering. It's a painful effort to keep from tackling him.

But as we court each other to the middle of the field with clashing lips and eager hands, the last of my fear evolves into excitement, knowing he’s right here with me. And I’m right here with him.

Only paces from the largest tree in the field, Noah strips his ceremonial robe, revealing his flowy undershirt and embellished vest, glittering in the moonlight with his every heavy breath. I come to a halt, facing him. His fierce stare sweeps my body.

“I want you.” The depth to Noah’s half-shifted voice spikes a thrill through my core. “...My Luna.”

That’s all I can take before I grip his vest in both fists, cinching our bodies together. When he succumbs to my grip in front of his entire pack, my neck erupts in goosebumps. Every slip of our tongues taste like our combined pheromones, pushing my wolf further to the surface until she’s all that’s left of me, purring and writhing against my mate.

Noah growls, gripping fistfuls of my ass as he rubs his bulge against me, but that’s not enough for him.

“You smell so good, Omega. You want it that bad too, huh?”

“Yes, Alpha.” My voice comes out airy as I nuzzle his lips, seeking more of him.

“Then how about I prepare you to mate?” He purrs against my lips. “Tell me, Luna, should I use my mouth, or my hands?”

My heart hammers into my throat. He’s ridiculously skilled with his tongue, enough to have me squirming at the thought of it. Noah takes note of my rolling hips, his eyes devouring me with want.

“Your mouth,” I whisper. “You’re too good at it.”

His gaze lands on mine. We hold our stares, excitement rising in our bond with each passing second. But Noah doesn’t dive between my legs yet; with one big, eager palm gripping the back of my head, he dives for my lips. Each kiss Noah places on my mouth steals my breath. Not only is he working my lips so hard that each press sends a jolting ache through my heart muscles, but I’m constantly aware of the eyes on us. Staring at our every move.

Can I really handle Noah going down on me in front of everyone?

But as Noah’s hand slides past my lower abdomen, his fingers prod my clit just as he slips his tongue back into my mouth.

Every concern melts away as I release a sharp moan against his lips. The soft fabric distributes Noah’s touch across the entire base of me, each rub tightening my grip on his shoulders with how luxuriously deep it hits. I rock my hips into his wide palm, kneading every bit of pleasure out of him.

He releases my lips with a tender pop. “That feel good, Luna?”

I squirm at the sound of my new title, heightening Noah’s growling purrs.

“I hope it feels good.” He prods me faster, making my knees dip under the weight of his touch.

But when I give the tip of his shaft a massaging squeeze through his pants, Noah growls.

“Don’t. I want to outlast you at least twice.”

My heart trips over itself. “O-oh, my—”

Noah steals my words, dropping to his knees to plant heavy kisses across my groin. Parting the slit of my skirt, his fingertips brush my thigh. We lock eyes. I shudder as his stare roams across my face.

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