Page 44 of Freeing My Alpha

A sharp, panging desire in my gut makes me gasp. As my core floods with wet heat, I urge Noah inside me, guiding his cock between my legs.

My heart slams in my chest as he softly pushes into me. We’re really doing this. He doesn’t need to fully come for it to be possible; my spine alights as I remember his precum could still contain sperm. With how much he dripped for me, he could already have gotten me pregnant.

I grip his arms hard, gasping as my chest heaves. “Thank you—”

“Thank you. You don’t even know how many little steps of this I’m dying for.” Noah works his tip in and out of me, each time dragging just a bit closer to fully gliding in. “I want to see your reaction when you find out it worked.”

He grips my hips, soaking in my soft, pleading moans with his full attention as his eyes fuck me.

I snatch fistfuls of his jacket. “Please, please, go deeper—”

Noah gives me what I want, dropping his forehead against mine as he locks his arms around my hips. My knees raise to my shoulders as Noah lifts my pelvis to meet him, thrusting in slow and heavy. Pleasure crawls up my body as I drop my head back, my heaving moan filling the kitchen.

“I want to hear your voice light up with need for it, just like that,” Noah mutters, his breath hot against my throat.

He eases his thick cock back out of me. The drag of his soft, bare skin makes me flex around him.

“N-Noah! More—”

“Fuck,” he hisses. “I want to feel your body urging me for it, just like that.”

He growls, his shoulders rippling beneath his jacket as he shudders. Re-entering me, Noah doesn't stop until his tip meets my deepest point. Electricity jolts through my legs in the air.

Noah’s bare warmth inside me floods my senses. I grip his back, hardly able to keep my claws from extending.

His pace grows, steady and relentless as my body eggs him on, urging trickles of fluid from my core. I grip the table’s edge above my head to keep from clawing him, and his thighs bump the edge until its wooden legs creak with every thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so good...”

I can’t answer Noah, my moans heightening with every breath.

Noah responds by dropping his torso, pinning me to the table as his pounding thrusts speed to a breathtaking pace.

“Ah! Ah— Alpha!”

He nips at my exposed neck, the burning sting of his fangs doubling the pleasure of each deep thrust. Squirming frantically beneath him, my back arches with every bump of him against my cervix. My body's reaction wracks me heavily enough to make Noah protect my head, a searing palm replacing the cold wood.

Bristling every one of my nerves, Noah pumps into my sweet spots with every thrust as he moans with me. I come with heaving, desperate jolts, my arching back squeezing him tighter until his moans shift to pleads.

“O-Omega... Oh, Goddess— I can feel every inch of you reacting to me. Fuck, I’m so nervous,” he hisses.

“You’re safe. If it’s too much pressure, you don’t have to come today.” I embrace Noah hard, kissing his mark. But as he moans, growing thicker with the safety erupting in our bond, I know he’s about to come. My legs wrap tight around his ass, my body begging him to fill me. “Oh, it feels so good, Alpha—”

His moans come out heaving and frantic, the wood crackling beneath my hips. The rising pressure his bulging shaft creates in my core pushes wave after wave of delight into me until I spurt on the edge again, no space left inside me for fluid to reside.

Noah slams his hips into me with one final thrust, billowing heat in my abdomen as he fills me. My muscles clench over him, urging more and more out as I cry out in need. He moans against my neck, emptying himself until I writhe with pleasure with how full he’s made me. I shudder, his lips smashing against mine as he finishes pumping every last bit of sensation from me.

A rush of his adoring scent mixes with my lust, his every breath sending a blissful ache to my heart. Tears prick my eyes. I’m comforted by his arms wrapping around my back to hold me as my satiated body loosens.

Noah soothes me with slow, breathy licks on my mark. His rut musk is replaced with his usual sweet scent as his weight sinks onto me. My eyes flutter shut, relishing in our mutual satisfaction and his heavy body over me.

“I love you, Omega. I love making you feel good. I want you to have everything you dream of in life.”

“God, Noah, I’d be so happy if I could help make this dream come true for you too.” My heart aches with love for him, exploding with joy, anticipation, and newfound connection all at once.

But as I fall slack beneath him onto the table, a loud crack startles me from my reverie. I don’t have to look to know why: the table is crying out its last words.

“N-Noah, chair!” I frantically point at the seat beside his hips.

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