Page 25 of Freeing My Alpha

Noah groans, dropping his gaze onto his shaft. “It was worth it then, since it really looks like you did enjoy it. Look at that.”

He points me to the long string of ejaculate I’ve left behind on his shaft. My cheeks flare red, but my groin also aches, wishing he was back inside me.

But that’s not my main concern; Noah looks painfully hard, bigger than I might’ve ever seen him.

With a frustrated growl, Noah’s shoulders droop. “Fuck, I don’t know, Omega. Maybe I need to take some rut suppressants. I’m worried I won’t be able to mate you without breaking every condom we try.”

I shrug my open shirt and bra off my shoulders, drawing his focus to my breasts. “Or maybe I can take the edge off in another way so you feel less urgent.”

He sighs, giving me the go-ahead with a slight nod.

As I wrap both hands over his bare cock, Noah winces.

My heart flips. “Does it hurt?”

He chews on his lips, closing his eyes. With flushed cheeks, he nods.

“I’m so sorry, love. I’ll try to work quickly and give you some relief. Let me know if you want me to stop at any point, okay?”

With Noah’s shy nod, I give him a soft kiss.

Using my discarded panties, I wipe the evidence of my pleasure I’ve left on him, burning my own cheeks. But Noah seems to enjoy my gentle rubbing, his breath heightening.

Scooting back on my knees, I drop my head, using a soft, suckling kiss to taste the drop on his tip. Is this okay?

Noah grips my shoulders, his abdomen bumping the top of my head as he doubles over me. “Oh, fuck, Omega—”

At first, I’m worried that means I should stop. But Noah’s hips twitch, tempted to thrust into my mouth. I pull his tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, and Noah’s legs shake.

Is it too sensitive? I ask.

“Aliya, I—” He moans. The sweet sound shoots tingles down my spine, burrowing warmth in the depths of my pussy.

I’ve got you, gorgeous. Let yourself feel good for me. I bob my head, gently pulling him deeper. Noah moans even louder, placing his hands on my head.

But he’s so gentle with me. As I work him faster, Noah holds my head in both hands as softly as I can imagine possible with how heavily he’s breathing. He bends over me to kiss the small of my back, giving me light massages on his way. It’s so painfully sweet that I whimper over him.

Noah moans again, and I squirm from how good he feels in our bond. He doesn’t just feel pleasure, he feels taken care of. He feels loved. I whimper through my watery eyes, and he gasps at the vibration, thrusting into my throat.

Glancing down, Noah catches one of my tears. “F-fuck, sorry—”

Don’t be sorry, gorgeous. I love that you’re enjoying it.

I swallow his tip against my soft palate, and Noah gives a soft moan, lifting his chin. It shoots my heart up my chest and into the ceiling. I swallow again, applying pressure over the base of his shaft as I stroke him with both hands. Noah’s lungs speed faster, this time releasing a higher moan. Goosebumps coat my body, urging me to moan with him.

As I suck him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, Noah whimpers, lifting his hips in time with my bobbing head.

“A-Aliya—” Noah gasps. God, I love my name when he says it, each letter carrying the tender affection I see in every breath, touch, and look he’s ever given me. As I increase my pace, his moans grow so breathy that my heart pumps hard and fast.

Until his sharp gasp spikes my heart into the ceiling. “Oh, fuck. Hold your breath, Omega.”

I will, I mindlink.

Loosening my lips wrapped around him, I drag my tongue a little harder down the underside of his shaft. Closing my eyes as I relax my throat, I deepen my swallowing pressure, meeting his light thrusts until he floods my throat. Despite holding my breath, I cough. Noah pulls himself from me with a gasp, coating my lips and nose in his sperm.

“F-fuck,” Noah gasps, cupping my cheeks. “Now I really am sorry.”

I open my eyes, licking my lips, but Noah already has his shirt in his hands.

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