Page 102 of My Shy Alpha
They also shift into a vibrant green.
I nibble my lip. “I just worry, you know, I’d look... weird. Awkward.”
My mate’s eyebrows raise all the way up. I shuffle my feet in the stark silence, fidgeting with the daring slit in my dress.
Then his irises settle into a yellow glint, deepening his voice. “You think you look awkward when we have sex?”
He steps toward me, and I don’t move. A part of me wants to challenge him tonight. Drive him wild. Maybe the full moon has its effects on me too.
“I mean, yes. I trip over nothing and bump into doorways, so I can’t imagine I’d suddenly be graceful.” I drop my head, unable to look in the mirror at us any longer. Now that I’ve said it, it feels truer than ever, yet I’d hate to hear Noah agree.
But as Noah’s body heat wafts over me - laced with a thick, desirous scent - my skin buzzes, awaiting his touch. I blink through the haze, his pheromones absorbing into the depths of my nervous system until my skin is on fire.
Noah lifts my chin, but not toward him; he redirects my focus to the mirror. I hold my breath, terrified of what I’ll see.
But as I gaze into Noah’s eyes in the mirror, vivid yellow irises stare back.
“Clearly, you haven’t seen what I’ve seen.” The half-shifted depth to his voice surges through my chest, but it doesn’t stop there. It burrows into my lower belly - a sudden swath of intense arousal cramping my uterus. Noah’s eyelids droop as he breathes in my desperate pheromones. “Goddess help me if I think of how fucking good you looked the night before while I’m on my morning perimeter runs.”
As his hands slip down my shoulders, my heart hammers through my ears. I grip Noah’s loose ceremony sleeves, straining the fabric as his thumb slips beneath my shoulder strap.
My focus flickers between Noah’s hands - one on my shoulder and the other warming my abdomen - but I don’t dare look into my own eyes in our reflection. The pleasure I feel whenever Noah’s hands are on me is too raw. I’m afraid I’ll find something to be ashamed of if I catch my expression.
But as Noah’s thumb drags my dress strap low enough to bend the cup, my dark nipple pops from beneath the silvery fabric, standing proud with heavy arousal. I can hardly breathe as Noah’s big, loving fingers trace it, emphasizing the curve of my breast before circling in closer and closer until he softly flicks the bud. My hips wiggle. A strand of damp hair slips off my shoulder, caressing the outer edge of my breast with an icy lick. I twist my torso into Noah, gasping for air.
Noah pauses. His hand on my abdomen wraps around my hip, pressing me safely against him as I catch my breath. “Are you okay?”
It takes me a second to gather my wits, burrowing my face into his chest. “Why does this feel so much stronger?”
Noah breaks into a sultry grin. “You like it when I tell you how much your body reacts to me, don’t you?”
My heart flips. I never admitted directly that I liked that, but that wasn’t a question. Noah is confident in what I like - his wolf’s chest puffing with pride in our bond.
“I figured you’d like seeing it even more than hearing about it.”
Noah slips my hair behind my back, baring my damp neck to the frigid air. He wastes no time dragging his warm nose down it, his breath rushing down my exposed breast as he breathes in my excitement.
“You do. I smell it.” He growls, tightening his grip around my arching back as he nuzzles another burst of pheromones from my neck.
This sequence of events suddenly seems familiar, and I gasp; Noah often breathes me in like this during sex, just before he mates me silly. It’s happened enough times that my body gushes in preparation, wet heat pooling between my legs.
He’s been scenting me to figure out what I like. My wolf paces, drooling for him. What else does he know about my body that I don’t? Does he think I’d not only look okay enough to not be awkward at the ceremony but also love the thrill of it?
I lift my chin, gazing into his eyes. “I do,” I mutter. “I do like noticing how my body reacts to you.”
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Rabid eyes flicker between mine. Noah seems to be at a loss for words, but he’s certainly not letting go of me - his cock nudging my hip relentlessly through his ceremonial slacks. As he drags his fingertips over my abdomen, the anticipation for his next move sends an icy thrill through my veins.
“Do you want to see what you look like when you feel good?” He whispers.
My heart pounds so hard that it throbs. “I’m worried we don’t have enough time before the ceremony.”
His embrace loosens. Noah blinks a few times, his silence only breaking once his eyes have shifted back to a tinted green. “Okay. Should we finish getting ready then?”
Wait, did he just register what I said as a “maybe?” He treated it like a “no.” God, I want him even more now.
Just before he slips away, I cling to his shirt. “I-I didn’t mean ‘no.’ I meant I’ll want to spend too long playing around with you to figure out what we like. I might not want to leave this room for a week.”