Page 62 of Freeing My Alpha

With a hard swallow, Noah holds me tighter. After a silent moment, his voice comes out soft, but his cock stirs, prodding my core. “Nothing's ruined, sweet Omega. You still have me, and I can still try to get you pregnant beneath the Moon Goddess’s eyes.”

I can’t stop my heart from hammering. “You can? How?”

“I’ll show you. Lay down with me.”

My eyes remain locked on Noah as he joins me in the tall grass, cuddling against my back. His fingers circle my clit, stirring the heat in my groin back into action.

“It’s just us here now. I told the pack to give us space.”

My heart sinks, but Noah leans over my side to smash his lips against mine. It relaxes my shoulders, especially as he massages my clit with wide circles of his palm. Wetness drips from me, soaking my panties enough to dampen my thighs, and Noah presses his fingers into it.

“The second you don’t want something, even just feeling unsure about wanting it, we’ll stop,” Noah says.

I nod, panting as I vibrate with love for him. “I trust you.”

“Good. Keep looking at me. Tell yourself it’s just me.”

I can’t believe how quickly he’s brought me back into my body. Panic convinced me I’d never feel pleasure again, but I was wrong; Noah’s gentle breath against my lips sends waves of affection to my heart, reminding me that I’m here now. I already feel pleasure, lying in his arms as the grass sways over our heads.

Cuddling in closer behind me, Noah spoons me in his body heat from my shoulder blades against his chest to our intertwined legs. But instead of continuing to stroke me, Noah turns his attention on my breasts. He hooks both arms around my torso, rubbing his big, overheated hands over every shivering inch of my body.

Peeling the top of my sundress down, Noah exposes my bare breasts. He quickly cups them in his hands, not allowing the cool air to harden my nipples. What hardens them instead is his gentle, kneading massage, his fingertips flicking over the buds between soft, pulsing squeezes. It drives me into such a sensitive state that every circle of his palms burrows a deeper ache into my groin. Within seconds, my pussy flexes in time with each brush over my nipples. My hips buck back on instinct, pinning his prodding cock with my ass.

Noah’s deep, resulting purr sends a jolt down my spine. My breath comes out sharp and choppy as my legs squirm, aching for attention between them.

With Noah’s next purr, his deep voice sends tingles down my neck. “Can I touch you lower without anything between us?”

I swallow hard between gasping breaths, unable to stop my eyelids from fluttering as Noah drags both hands over my breasts, abdomen, and hips with heavy pressure.

I let out a soft moan. “Yes. Please.”

Noah purrs, dragging his tongue up my mark. A thrill races through my core. Encouraged by my pleased moan, Noah glues me to him, licking harder. I wriggle in pleasure, fisting his hair.

Noah’s deep, rolling growl buzzes through my chest as his hands gather my skirt. As he flips it over my hip bones, Noah kisses the edge of my ear. “And you still want me to try to get you pregnant tonight?”

I shudder, running my hand down his side as he presses against my ass. “Yes. I want you so badly.” I stop moving, hit with a wave of disappointment. “But I know we can’t— We can’t do it the same way.”

“Hey, it’s okay. There are other ways I can try to get you pregnant. Can I slip myself between your legs as I touch you?”

My heart flips, imagining Noah bursting between my inner thighs. I understand his idea now: even if he only comes against the outside of my pussy, it’s still possible I’ll get pregnant. The thought of his cum glazing my groin sends my heart into a frenzy.

I rub my ass back against his flexing cock. “Yes,” I breathe. “I’d love that.”

“I’d love that too.”

Noah’s fingertips trail over my side, whispering over my hip bone before dipping into my panties. I rock my hips into his touch, aching so badly with every flex of my core that it feels like ages before his fingers return to my clit. But instead of toying with my clit, Noah presses his fingertips into the nerve, keeping my clit in place as he gives it a rolling massage.

I exhale hard through the delightful pleasure crawling up my abdomen, my hips twisting into his touch.

Just before I hit a new depth to my pleasure, Noah’s fingers glide further. They speed into thorough, wet circles, caressing every nerve down my labia.

My hips buck as I let out a soft moan, chasing his fingertips.

But they slip out of my panties.

I look over my shoulder to find him readying his cock. My heart leaps into my throat when he tugs my panties off my ass, slipping his tip into my waistband; it really looks like he’s about to penetrate me from behind with my panties around my thighs.

As I watch him slide between my legs, I gasp through the fresh emotions coursing through our bond. We feel different than how we’d feel if he entered me, but this new blend is intense and wonderful in its own way.

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