Page 64 of Freeing My Alpha

All I can do is moan desperately, shoving his fingers deeper. Noah uses his other hand to rub my clit, erasing all discomfort in my body as his soaked fingers bury into my core. He pulls his fingers all the way out, gathers more of his sperm, and dives back in.

“Oh, my— Oh, my God—” I moan frantically as I realize what he’s doing; he’s using his cum as lubricant, coating my insides with its slick heat to make me come.

My jaw drops as he burrows in deep. I jerk back in delight as he circles his cum over my cervix, the mental image of it sending my arousal through the roof. But he’s not done with me. Noah curls pulsing, exquisite massages against my inner wall, palpating the nerve just right to send waterfalls of tingles down my spine.

I fumble over Noah’s name on my lips as intense pleasure fuzzes out my mind. His deep massage feels so good that I fall limp, completely exposed to him with my cheek smashed in the dirt. Noah has to hook his arm around my waist to keep me upright, holding my ass in the air to pump his fingers into me. He continues to give my nerves such a tender, direct massage that I squirt with every press of his fingertips, splashing the dirt between my legs. The intense heat pulsing through me clashes with the earth’s sharp chill against my breasts, my torso writhing into the cool dirt as Noah mates me. Each breath sputters out of me in rapid, choppy bursts, carrying airy moans with it. It only encourages Noah to massage me faster, speeding into a thumping sprint against my inner wall.

As I bare my ass to Noah, my body squeezes every bit of movement out of his touch, electrified by the pleasure racing up my torso and down my legs—until it all comes crashing down. I come hard and loud over his fingers, gripping fistfuls of dirt.

Noah rapidly pats my clit through my orgasm, and my moan escapes as more of a yell with the additional pleasure it introduces.

“Alpha!” I cry into the earth. Each pat on my clit is accompanied by another curl of Noah’s fingers, making me feel like he’s mating me for the first time in weeks. I can’t stop whining, fucking myself over his hand.

“Good girl,” Noah growls. “Let yourself come as long as you want.”

He’s right, I’m still flexing over him, my mind blurred with a flood of hormones stinging my hot cheeks as my orgasm extends. When my legs finally stop jerking through pleasure, Noah’s deep prodding in my core slows, allowing my body to slow with it.

“Noah,” I whimper, quivering with aftershocks as I flop into the dirt. He tries to pull his drenched hand from me, allowing me to relax, but my body clings on. He gives my G-spot a few gentle, extra rubs instead, shooting waves of leftover pleasure through my abdomen. I slacken in absolute comfort, my toes curling as I enjoy every second of his affection.

But Noah hasn’t relaxed. His sudden, breathy moan behind my back lights up every nerve in my spine, making my swollen pussy grip his fingers tighter.

When he groans again, I look over my shoulder to find him on his knees, thrusting through his free hand. Watching me come has Noah on edge again.

Everything in me wants to help him.

But I’m covered in dirt.

There’s no way I can get up to clean my hands; I’m still struggling to catch my breath after Noah sent me to the Moon Goddess and back. But my dress is so soiled that I might as well wipe my dirty hands on it.

After using my skirt to vigorously swipe each finger, I pull Noah’s hand from my core. The second he’s free, he glazes his shaft with a combination of our fluids from his coated fingers. My core flexes, pleased by the sight.

I grip Noah’s white sleeves. “Let me help you.”

Noah shakes his head. “I-it’s okay, you don’t have to. It’s just— I love how much you trust me to be here for you,” he breathes. “I feel so close to you, especially since you trusted me enough to tell me everything.”

“Noah, oh, my God... You’re the sweetest—”

I cut myself off to knead his lips, slipping my tongue in his mouth, but he can hardly focus on kissing back; I’ve propped myself up to take over for him, working every angle of his shaft with my free hand. I give extra attention to his tip, running heavy circles over it with my thumb until Noah’s breath quivers against my lips.

He suddenly lifts my knee to my chest, exposing my pussy—before he comes all over it.

I gasp.

Then instinct takes over. I waste no time in gathering his cum in my hand, shoving it into myself.

Noah’s golden eyes widen. “Holy— Holy fuck...”

As my uterus cramps, dragging his seed deeper, I drop limp onto the dirt to get a good look at my mate above me.

I gape at him in awe, his disheveled hair silhouetted by moonlight. This sweet, shy man above me could’ve just impregnated me—and in the most unrestrained, vulgar way. I’m grimy with dirt, my soaked panties are lopsidedly stretched over my thighs to the brink of snapping, and bodily fluids coat me, but I never imagined myself feeling so beautiful. Not because Noah tells me I am, but because the pure, unwavering depth to our love makes me feel beautiful to exist. I love us just as much as I love him.

Noah is right. I feel closer to him than I’ve ever felt.

Especially when I realize his calm, gentle compassion for what I’ve been through turned our night around, fading my initial panic into pure delight.

I grip my heart through a heavy ache in my ribs. “Noah, I love you with my whole heart. Thank you for accepting me and compromising for me, even if—”

“No,” he says. “It’s not an ‘even if’ for me that you've been hurt before.” Noah pauses, struggling through his hesitating breath. His words come out soft and shaky. “Just l-like it’s not for you.”

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