Page 84 of Freeing My Alpha

“Noah,” I breathe. His shaft flexes at the sound of his name, and I bite my lip. “You’re so hard.”

“Fuck... Yeah, I guess so.”

Noah eases back into motion, slipping his fingers in and out—testing out how I’d feel if I was penetrated.

“Oh, God,” I breathe. “Oh, it’s still good. I want it, Noah.” I whine as his big fingers slip from me, leaving my core flexing for more. “Try it. Try entering me. Please.”

His warm hand on my belly urges me to release a slow breath. “That’s my sweet Omega. Breathe deep for me.”

He grips his cock, circling it around my entrance until my back arches.

“Oh! Please—”

“Relax, gorgeous. Please, relax.”

I nod, my lips parted with pleasure as I gaze into his heavy-lidded stare. As he nudges my core with his bulging tip, I instantly wince—followed by intense, luxurious pleasure at how thick he is. The introduction of his warm, soft skin feels so strong that it's like he’s touching all of me.

I breathe out a delighted sigh, my eyelashes fluttering.

But all Noah notices is the wince. He slips back out of me, not even an inch inside in the first place.

“Wait, it felt so good!”

“Aliya, it hurt you—”

“Alpha, I swear it felt good after the first part. Let's just see what happens if you go further in.”

“I-I want to... But I don’t want to hurt you.” Noah bites his lips. “You said it was bad before, right? What helped make it better? Or was it still this bad before we met?”

“Well, it got a lot better. Mainly because I— Well...” My cheeks flush. “It’s a trauma response, so I graduated myself from toy to toy until it all felt good.”

Noah’s wound shoulders soften. “Okay, so maybe we can try something in-between first?” Noah’s eyebrows raise as I deflate in disappointment. He chuckles. “Or maybe you just need some encouragement.”

My heart flips. “What do you mean?”

His incisors gleam in the moonlight, sending a thrill up my spine. “I mean that you’ve been taking it so well for me lately, gorgeous. I’m so proud of you.”

I’m speechless, buried beneath a flash of shyness too powerful to silence. In fact, it only grows louder as Noah returns his fingers to me with a thorough massage, fluttering my eyelids.

“Fuck, what a good, sweet girl,” he murmurs.

Every inch of my face flushes hot, so I’m almost relieved we’re in the dark. Except Noah can absolutely feel my shy, supercharged excitement in our bond from his dirty words, and he’s grinning like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

With a deep growl, Noah rubs his tip between my legs, arching my back. “There you go.”

I expect him to try to enter me again, but Noah sticks to swirling himself through my fluids. I’m a squirming, panting mess beneath him, lifting my hips in desperation to meet him. “Noah, I want it so badly—”

“Hey, I’ve got you, remember? Let’s make sure you’re feeling okay first.”

I groan, stopping him with a hand on his chest. “I don’t know if it’ll feel 100% okay, Noah. It might still hurt me a bit, but that’s the only way I can get myself used to it again.”

Noah traces my eyes “Then how about this: you’re in charge. Pull me in as much as you want me, and I’ll walk you through it.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

Nerves strike my core. I reach between my legs, stroking his shaft. It’s dripping with every eager flex, just as desperate for attention despite Noah’s obvious concern.

“Just don’t hurt yourself, please. I love you too much.” He drops to his elbows beside my shoulders, nudging my nose with the tip of his.

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