Page 77 of My Shy Alpha
Noah’s grip tightens with a surge of his emotions, and my eyes snap open.
His wolf stirs with interest - strong enough to be felt as an individual presence in our bond. But beneath that, in the depths of our connection, love stirs too. It’s so woven between us that I can’t make out its source. Either way, it sets my cheeks ablaze.
“Y-you’d find them?” He whispers. “The one you were looking for?”
“Yes. Well, no, not just ‘them.’ I’d find you, Noah. The man in my dreams looked just like you.” My voice is airy, my heart throbbing in my throat.
I can’t believe I’m telling him this. But with Noah’s yearning scent, I can’t stop the words.
“The second I saw you in that dream, I’d know you, but I didn’t know you yet.” I kiss him, and he whines against my mouth. The raw sound of it makes me gasp. “I’d know we were connected, down to the soul, and you’d know it too. We’d kiss, our bodies touching all over. It’d feel so powerful that we’d end up on the forest floor, and–”
I suck in a breathy gasp: Noah’s hot tongue caresses from my collarbone to jawline. Pleasure slithers up my spine until it pops like a firework at the source of his tongue.
I grip his hair, kissing his mark until every muscle in his stomach flexes against mine to raise his hips. “Then it was like we went feral, in the leaves. It wasn’t just ‘sex,’ but it wasn’t just ‘making love’ either. It was so intense that I’d say we’d ‘fuck’ in the leaves, but it was more like...”
“We’d mate.” His low, pleasure-roughened voice halts my breath. “We’d mate in the leaves.”
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My whole body quivers at his words, melting into his arms as his teeth scrape against my neck. But his teasing, near-mark doesn’t feel lusty like it did while I was in heat. Our bond is exploding with our emotions, and he’s so... enamored. Like everything about our bond is precious to him too.
But it’s not just our bond. I feel special.
Noah rubs his head all over me, his breath frantic between whimpers. “I can’t believe this, Omega. We’re more than just fated mates.”
My heart skips as I cling to his words. “What do you mean?”
“Our connection is deeper than that, meaning we’ve been mates for many lifetimes. Prophetic dreams are a sign from the Moon Goddess to mate a soul you already know. I’ve never met another mated pair who had that, so I thought it was a fairytale.” He shakes his head in disbelief, holding my cheeks in his palms like he can’t believe I’m in his arms.
I feel its truth, but I don’t understand the full meaning behind the fiery spark forming in Noah’s eyes. “How do you know?”
“I’d have that same dream,” he whispers.
“What? The same exact...?”
“Yes. The exact same dream, for years.” His firm confirmation ignites my skin with fiery goosebumps, our bond fizzling with it. As Noah’s wild, half-shifted eyes meet mine, I feel his honesty. No matter how unbelievable, he’s telling the truth. “At first, I struggled with envisioning you so clearly in the dream. You were so vividly an Omega woman, but I wanted to keep my mind open about who my mate could be since I’d be happy no matter your gender–”
I gasp. “Same here! I worried I was counting a potential partner out by overfocusing on a specific image of one.”
Noah shakes his head in disbelief. “You get me so well. That’s how you felt in the dream too. The second I’d see you by that rock, I’d look into your eyes and feel understood. Every lonely day I waited to find you would become worth it. I couldn’t deny you were the one fated to me.”
Noah looks just as perplexed as I am, but even more taken by me than I’ve seen him yet - an irresistible softness in his eyes that can only be described as love.
I smash my lips into his with a whine. As the gravity of this revelation strikes me, my heartbeat pounds faster than I can handle.
Noah breaks away with a heaving chest. “You saw it happen the same way, right? No matter how submissive your pheromones seemed, you wouldn’t care if I was an Alpha. You’d take a dominant position over me in a heartbeat–”
My eyes widen. As my ravenous grip tightens around his back, Noah growls, sinking another sedating lick into that golden spot on my neck. Pleasure swarms my core, quivering my legs at his sides.
He’s right. I’m such an obnoxious bottom that I never understood that part of my dream at all - topping my dream guy with confident slips of my hips over his shuddering torso. Jenny always thought I just wanted more autonomy in my sexual relationships after what happened to me; I wasn’t “allowed” to be on top for years. But now that I know I marked Noah first...
Seeing the recognition in my eyes, Noah draws me in for an even deeper kiss. My lips part as my hips seek pressure in his lap, just like the day we met.
“Yes, Noah, just like this.” My words come out more like breaths, prompting Noah to purr against my lips. “I’d strip you bare and mount you, your hands all over me.”
Noah’s body rolls against mine, moving in tandem like every cell in my body is communicating with his: my arms raise to massage his scalp, his arms lower to my hips: I lean back, he leans in: I grind, he flexes. But then he huffs against my neck, urging my legs around his waist. My groin clenches, aching for him.
“Show me,” he says.