Freeing My Alpha: Book 2 of My Shy Alpha

Chapter 11

With my knees lifted and opened at my sides, I've shifted Noah's stare from aching to ravenous.

His wolf's little stomps in our bond tell me he's dying to race over, but his human form doesn't move. He's practically vibrating in place.

Biting back a laugh, I open my arms up for him. "Come here, Alpha—"

Smashing me into the mattress in a flash of his warm, copper skin, Noah growls over me. I sputter out a laugh through our heated kiss, but it quickly turns into rapid, frantic gasps; Noah's fingers glide down my soaked labia, effortlessly slipping into me to curl against my G-spot. I let out a deep moan beyond my control, widening my legs for more.

Noah groans. "Fuck, you weren't lying. You smell like you want it heavy today. Do you?"

All I can do is nod; I can't even choke out a yes as he mates my clenching pussy with a third finger. My heart races into my throat as Noah's palm rocks faster, pressing my clit between each tender, internal rub. My knees are no longer at my shoulders, squirming at Noah's sides as he palpates my deepest nerve - already bringing me seconds away from orgasming.

But just before I come, Noah slips his hand out. I gasp at the sudden exit.

Noah pins me with his electric stare. "Sorry. Too rough?"

I huff through every word, struggling to catch my breath. "No. Keep going."

As Noah steps forward, coating himself in my leftover fluid on his fingers, I lift my hips automatically; I know I'll have to if I want him to fit in me. He's so swollen that when I grip him, he's too hard to give a true squeeze. Noah shudders, curling over me on the bed.

"Poor Alpha," I whisper. Dragging his tip over my core flares Noah's eyes into an even brighter yellow, spiking anticipatory anxiety into my throat. Digging my heels into the edge of the bed, I lay back, straightening my hips to align with my torso. "Okay, love. Come here–"

Noah wraps his big arm around my waist, and I'm cut off by my sharp gasp as he enters me. Just his tip makes me flex around him, my legs shaking at how full I already feel.

"You okay, Omega?" Noah rocks back, his heavy-lidded eyes roaming my face above open, indulgent lips. I can feel how good he feels in our bond, so I don't know how he's not crumbling like I am. Dropping limp against the mattress, all I can do is moan, using my feet on his ask to urge him inside me. Noah pushes deeper with his next thrust, as requested, breathing in my reaction.

He's so thick that my eyelashes flutter, waves of tingles flickering up my chest. I'm left squirming beneath him, my knees popping up to give him better access.

Noah purrs in response, pumping a little deeper. "You're doing so well, Omega."

My moan comes out louder, and Noah smiles. But my back arches, desperation clouding my thoughts as he slows down, opting for heavier pulses against my cervix.

He frowns. "You're stressed."

I can hardly speak, trapped on the edge. "Noah, I was already so close, so now–"

He growls, pushing himself higher over me. It tilts my hips over the pillow, allowing his pelvis to rock against my clit.

Every nerve between my legs ignites in pleasure. Noah kisses me, but I moan between every breath beneath him, digging my fingers into his back. But Noah isn't looking at me. When I catch him watching us mate in the mirror at the foot of my bed, a rush of shyness stifles my breath.

But Noah drops more of his weight on me, intensifying the internal massage he's mating out of me. I sputter out an uncontainable moan at how luxurious it feels, my thighs quivering at his thighs.