Page 160 of Freeing My Alpha

Our wolves have other plans.

“More,” I gasp. “I want more. I don’t want to stop.”

Noah’s breath hitches at my words. When he groans through his exhale, it comes out as such a deep purr that I shudder.

Noah licks my neck, a spike of pleasure penetrating my core even though all I’m doing is rubbing up on my mate. Gripping fistfuls of my ass, Noah flicks his tongue across my mark, and I know it’s over for me. With each lick, my core clenches like he’s inside me.

“Alpha! Ah!” My fingernails dig into his back as my knees spread, allowing him full access to my soaked panties.

Holy shit. The sensation is so strong from all the emotions we’re feeling, that I’m already about to come.

As Noah’s hard shaft mercilessly stimulates my clit through my clothes, my voice comes out in breathy gasps.

“W-wait, stop, I-I’m already—” I meet Noah’s yellow eyes. “We’re not— in the field—”

Noah yanks his hips back just before I come, prowling over me with rolling shoulders. The longer I writhe in desperation to finish, the more Noah comes back to his senses. “Fuck. Sorry. My fucking wolf took over.”

“I want him here, don’t resist him. Please, I’m so close—” My wolf whines through me, and Noah winces.

His hands shake as he strokes my head and face, halting my wriggling hips with a hand over my belly.

“But you don’t want to come just yet, right? Hold it in, my love. You can do it.” His eyes flicker an even brighter yellow as he eyes my squirming body up and down. “Hold it in, so I can make you come ten times harder than this in the field.”

This only arches my back more, failing to subdue the pleasure in my groin.

“Can you hold it, love?”

I gasp as it hits me anyway, unrelenting heat pooling between my legs. “I-I can't—”

Kneeling between my spread thighs, Noah glides his hands up my slit skirt in a heartbeat.

Two fingers slip into my panties, penetrating me in one, tender push. He curls his fingers, rocking my hips with just enough pressure to make me grip his wrist for more.

I can barely choke out my words, my approaching orgasm fuzzing out my breath. “A-ah! Harder—”

He adds a third finger, prodding my inner wall so quickly that my legs jerk with pleasure.

Noah was right; my orgasm hits me harder than it would’ve the first time, field or no field. He collects my moans with hungry lips, his wet fingers slowing into a gentle pulse as I shudder. My nipples harden in the cool summer night, gasping through the lasting effects as I gaze into his eyes.

“Fuck, that’s my good girl. You did it, Aliya.”

My heart spikes into my throat when I realize what he means; I just came in front of everyone.

I almost can’t believe it. That it’s physically possible for me after all I’ve been through, and that I’d also love it so much.

And I know it’s because I’m doing this with Noah. Even if it’s only my boosted hormones, the fact that they’re boosted means just as much; I wouldn’t be carrying Noah’s baby without him loving my heart to safety either. God, I can’t believe we made it here.

And now that we’re here, I’m craving more.

I whimper, my thighs squeezing Noah’s arm hard enough to let him know what I want. “Hurry. Take me to the field.”

Our bond erupts with anticipation as Noah’s face hardens into lust.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “I’m not sure I can handle how good this is.”

All I can do is moan, my legs twitching with leftover pleasure as he slips his fingers from me.

Noah helps me to my feet, doing the work for my shaking knees. But then his scent surges with something primal, stopping our forward progress.

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