Page 63 of Freeing My Alpha

My heartbeat pounds into my ears as I remember the intention behind this moment; Noah wants to father my children as much as I want to carry his pups.

My panties keep him snug against me, each press of his hips dragging his shaft along my core. A soft moan escapes me as Noah indulges in my fluids. My seeping pussy creates slippery, suckling sounds against his shaft, spiking a thrill through my chest.

Noah slows his thrusts, leaning over my shoulder to gauge my comfort.

But I’m suddenly craving so much of him that I can’t stand it.

All I have to do is arch my back, aiding his thrust, and Noah slips his hand between my legs to increase the pressure, pressing his shaft tighter against me. Slotting his cock harder between my legs, Noah passes over my clit at the end of each thrust. A luxurious moan escapes my lips.

“Good job, gorgeous Omega. You’re doing so well.”

I moan at Noah’s words, startled by the fire they ignite in me. He flexes his palm against my clit in gentle pulses, and I grip his thigh to steady myself: I’m intensely aware that we’re not wearing protection, and Noah’s breath beats harder against my cheek like he’s getting closer. My body reacts so heavily to him that an intense need to allow him to impregnate me floods the grass around us with my lusty scent.

Noah moans through it, rubbing his forehead against me in bliss, but that only makes it worse.

“Noah—” My legs pulse open as I squirm, aching for him to enter me. I know it’ll hurt if he does, so I close my legs, choosing to work him harder instead.

My mate growls as I massage his cock twice between my thighs. He nips my mark, urging a burst of fluid from my core. It douses his shaft, slickening every thrust between my legs with wet, slurping sounds.

I moan, bucking my hips back faster to hear more of it.

Noah groans against my neck. “Fuck, yes. Squeeze my fingers between your thighs for me.”

As soon as I do, I release a soft whimper; it amplifies the pressure on both my clit and his cock, my thighs encompassing his thick girth with a squeeze. I can feel how intensely pleasurable it is for Noah in our bond, warmth pooling in my belly. He softly moans against my neck, zapping excitement through my chest until each stroke between my legs sends tingles up my back.

Noah’s pumping action pulses pressure up my core, tricking my body into thinking he’s thrusting inside me. I clench at the thought, my breath rapid in warning of an incoming climax. But with my wet pussy coating his cock, I think Noah will beat me there; my mate bucks behind me with twice the force, his breath shifting into sedated groans. Not even Noah’s rapid, heavy rubbing of my clit can take me faster to the edge, his breath panicked as an intense hunger fills our bond.

“Yes—” I gasp. “Get me pregnant—”

Noah releases a heavy moan, his nose smushed against my neck as his hips press mine closer to the ground. With speeding, shaky breaths, Noah cups his hand tight against my pelvis, intensifying the pressure of his tip thumping against my core.

The tension rippling through Noah just before he comes urges my body to open for him. My core blooms wide as he pulses between my legs.

As my gaping core suckles over his tip, attempting to swallow it, Noah jolts behind me. His hips crash against my ass as his cum spills both into me and across my panties. There’s so much of it that it pools, each sharp thrust of his hips squirting his seed between my legs.

I gasp, my heart hammering like a rabbit’s as Noah’s wet heat coats my groin. I could be pregnant now.

Noah groans, his open lips mashed over my neck as his heavy breath beats over my exposed breasts. As he falls still, continuing to moan behind me, I squirm into his touch, my rampant hormones threatening a full heat.

“Fuck, I— I love seeing you feel good.” Noah can hardly breathe as he shudders behind me, panting against my neck. “I don’t need to be inside you, Omega. I love every second with you.”

“I want to carry your baby,” I gasp, on the edge of delirium. “You feel so good between my legs. I was so close—”

Noah growls, sending a thrill up my spine. “Hold still, feisty Omega. I’m not done mating you.”

I freeze in place, but I can’t stop my rapid breath. My wolf shudders along with me at the thought of our Alpha mating me with his fingers, my core flexing harder as if it’s attempting to gather more of his cum.

But before I can process what he’s doing, Noah’s fingers dip into the pool of his sperm in my panties. I gasp as his doused fingers not only crash across my labia, but circle themselves into my gaping core.

“Does this feel okay?” Noah asks.

But I roll onto my stomach, thrusting my hips into the air out of primal instinct—allowing Noah to mate me.

“There you go. What a good girl,” Noah purrs.

I can’t bear to respond, struggling to breathe through the flashing, tremendous pleasure blasting up my spine as he sinks two wet fingers into me.

It doesn’t hurt. In fact, it feels delicious, billowing pleasure up my spine and into my throat as he breeches my pelvic opening.

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