Page 23 of Freeing My Alpha

His voice comes out as a half-shifted growl. “You smell good. You want me to get you pregnant so badly. Every instinct in me is begging me to knot you.”

“Oh— Oh, my God—” I gasp as Noah’s tongue works my scent gland, pleasuring the erogenous zone until each lick echoes across my pussy. “Noah, are you rutting?”

My system races for an entirely different reason now. I hug Noah close, doing my best to stay calm as his scent erupts around me, drawing out every lustful molecule in my body. With one hard press of his erection against my core, I huff against his cheek. This only encourages Noah.

“Fuck, I can’t—” He growls deeper, rubbing on me faster until I squirm. “I can’t stop it from getting stronger. Maybe it’s from talking about getting you pregnant, but now— Fuck, that’s all I can think about.”

Admittedly, I find that painfully arousing. But I know Noah is severely uncomfortable when he ruts.

He’s been scared of hurting me during sex since the day we met, especially after learning about my previous trauma. Flashes of his fear in our bond convince me to pull back from his affections. He’s ever-obedient of my consent, remaining stationed on my bed, but I’ve left the poor Alpha to pant in place, gripping the sheets as his cock uncontrollably flexes.

Stepping off the bed to hide my hips against the side of the mattress, I stroke Noah’s wild hair out of his eyes. “You’re okay. I’m right here to help you.”

My heart aches as Noah slips into fear.

His expression warps as he suppresses his wolf. “I-I hate rutting. I d-don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to do. What if my stupid wolf breaks the condom a-again?”

I run my fingertips down the scarred mark I left on his neck. Noah freezes, and I give him a soft smile. “He’s not stupid, first of all. He’s my favorite wolf in the world, and an absolute sweetheart that never fails to make me so, so excited about life.” Noah sucks in a deep breath as if he’s finally coming up for air. I hum in approval, giving his mark a few more circles. It must feel as good as I hoped; he groans, gripping his cock as it drips.

Stooping to meet his eye-level, I regain his focus. “And second of all, he might break it, or he might not. I can’t promise one way or another. Either way, I’m not scared of you or your primal side, gorgeous. I’m giving you my consent to mate me tonight, and I trust you’ll listen if I change my mind and tell you to stop.”

He groans, gripping my hips. “I love you too much. I want your pups.”

I bite my lip, ignoring my wolf rolling over for him in our bond. Fetching a condom from my bedside drawer, I take Noah’s flexing shaft into my hands. “I love you too, Alpha. And that’s not what we agreed on doing today before this happened, so we’re going to wait a little longer, okay?”

He pulls me closer, nuzzling deep into my neck with a frustrated growl. “Fuck, you’re right, but I can smell how badly you want it. I’m sorry I can’t give it to you.”

My breath shakes as warmth pools in my groin, accompanied by a heavy flex of my core. His pheromones are designed to throw me into heat, but I promised Noah the next time he rutted, I’d be there for him like he always is for me.

He’s been able to help me stave off almost all discomfort from my latest heats, keeping them short by dropping everything to mate me through them the second I feel one coming on. Noah’s rutting usually ignites from my heat, disappearing naturally through our mating sessions.

His sudden rutting today may be different than our usual timing, but I’m not worried; since I happened to be here at the onset, it’ll be far easier for us to lessen his rut to a measured hum without any need for rut-suppressant drugs. We’ll just have to continue mating until his wolf decides he’s knotted me enough to potentially impregnate me.

The trick will be to convince his primal side that he was successful despite using protection, just like we have to do with my pesky wolf.

Drawing Noah’s lips off my mark, I hold his sweet face in my palms. Stark yellow irises stare back. He’s craving me, I can smell it, but he adores me just as heavily. Just his eager, trusting stare flushes me down to my neck.

I soften my voice. “I’ve got you. I’m going to put this condom on you, then lay myself on the bed. The harder you fight it, the worse you feel, so I want you to let yourself go with me and enjoy yourself as usual, okay? Let’s make it fun together.”

Noah holds stock-still as I step away from him, my pillow in hand to place at the bottom of the bed. He tracks every movement, so I turn my back, giving him a good look at my ass as I strip my panties.

Peeking at him over my shoulder sends a thrill up my core. He’s still eyeing me, but he’s not staring at my bare ass. He’s staring straight into my eyes.

The room floods with his Alpha musk, stinging my nose, but I make the mistake of inhaling as much of its enticing scent as I can. Concern flickers across Noah’s face as I twist my hips, my knees dipping as his pheromones hit extra hard. I cling to the end of the mattress, catching my breath through aching pulses between my legs.

With a deep, growling hum, Noah tenses, ready to pounce. But he stops himself with a quick jerk of his muscles, sticking in place. “Fuck.”

“You’re okay. I want this too.” Stationing my pillow under my hips, I lay back on the foot of my bed, my cheeks burning. No matter how long I’ve known Noah, I’m still not used to his dirty wolf’s thoughts during sex, but I want to slowly meet him there over time. It takes every ounce of confidence I can muster to say, “I’m ready for you.”

With my knees lifted and opened at my sides, I’ve shifted Noah's stare from aching to ravenous.

His wolf’s little stomps in our bond tell me he’s dying to race over, but his human form doesn’t move. He’s practically vibrating in place.

Biting back a laugh, I open my arms up for him. “Come here, Alpha—”

Smashing me into the mattress in a flash of his warm, copper skin, Noah growls over me. I sputter out a laugh through our heated kiss, but it quickly turns into rapid, frantic gasps; Noah’s fingers glide down my soaked labia, effortlessly slipping into me to curl against my G-spot. I let out a deep moan beyond my control, widening my legs for more.

Noah groans. “Fuck, you weren’t lying. You smell like you want it heavy today. Do you?”

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