Page 32 of My Shy Alpha
Noah drops his head against my shoulder with a shaky sigh. “I’m sorry. I hope it doesn’t hurt.”
“No, it actually felt ridiculously good.”
I don’t usually admit my pleasure aloud, but it’s worth it today; my heart explodes with affection for Noah’s blushing cheeks, a slow smile creeping onto his hiding face.
I bite back an excited giggle, not wanting to embarrass him. “Which part... grew, exactly? Like, it got longer, or...?”
Noah clears his throat, pausing before muttering, “W-wider. We’re - um - literally knotted together.”
This is the opposite of Noah’s horny wolf that I just let screw me to heaven and back - shy, teal irises glued to my pierced pillow despite how closely he huddles into me for affection. I chew on the inside of my cheek, stifling my adoration.
“I-I didn’t know I could knot,” he says. “You’re the first, so I... I don’t know how long it will take to stop swelling. I’m sorry.”
My heart flips. Does he mean I’m the first one he’s felt good enough with to knot?
I urge his lips closer, kissing him softly. Butterflies fill my stomach as he flexes inside me. We both softly moan.
“Don’t be sorry. This was a first for both of us. I’ve never asked someone to do so much for me during sex. I feel so free,” I say.
He buries his nose into my neck with a giddy smile, his hot cheeks coating me in shivers. But his shy nuzzling isn’t sexual, sending fuzzy warmth into my heart.
“How’s the heat?” He asks.
“A thousand times better. My body feels so relaxed.” I break into a giggle at his rising, delighted shoulders. “But you seem like you have some energy left.”
Noah wraps his arms around my waist, squeezing me tight to his chest as he grows quieter. “My wolf is happy.”
I giggle, and I can feel Noah smile against my neck.
As we settle into a relaxed flop against the mattress, Noah weighs me into the cotton sheets. I return his nuzzling affections, rubbing our noses together.
He pauses to give my swollen lips a gentle kiss. “Tell me about something you love.”
My heart throbs, delighted by the heaviness of his body draped over me and the earnestness in his exhausted voice.
“I want to know everything about you,” he whispers.
I don’t know why, but my eyes water.
But I’m also smiling. “God, how are you so adorable, Noah? I love it.”
His worried eyes soften into a bashful glint.
“You wanted me to tell you about something I love?” I ask. He nods, peeking up at me curiously. My breath shortens, taken by this soft side of him. “I-it’s a little silly...”
Noah rumbles out a disagreeing hum, cuddling against my cheek. “Tell me anyway.”
I flush, unable to hold back a smile. “I love... feeling needed. I love nurturing people around me, making them feel loved or wanted. My favorite part of my job is coming home covered in tears, snot, or grubby finger smudges. I like to believe it means my little preschoolers know I’m a safe person.”
Noah grins. “You teach preschool, sweet Omega?”
“I do. It’s hard work, but they make me smile every day.”
“That’s– Ugh, Goddess, I still can’t believe you’re my mate.” He smashes his nose into my cheek. “We just met, but I can already picture you being the sweetest teacher.”
With each of Noah’s doting whispers, I flush just as soon as my last blush fades. “Well, I try. I like to create a class that feels like their second home.”
Noah’s eyes dance between mine, his full attention on me. He gives me another massaging squeeze. “My sweet Omega.”