Page 79 of My Shy Alpha

“I can’t believe I’m finally here with you.” Noah’s whisper shakes like it escaped his lips without his permission. This moment stirs his side of our bond just as deeply, drawing up heavy emotions that I can’t begin to understand.

I’m not alone.

And the last threads of my wolf’s leash are snapping.

Noah nudges my body with his wide form until I’m breathless with the affection fluttering in my chest. My nails grip onto Noah’s back, needing more of him. I didn’t intend for the effect it creates; Noah’s eyes flicker between green and a saturated yellow. His wolf is begging to be set free too.

Noah drags his forehead over mine, hardly able to catch his breath. He leads us back a few steps until I’m pressed against the boulder, icing my back while Noah’s body engulfs my front in delicious warmth.

I slump against the rock. Here with Noah, I’m tucked away from past danger, losing myself in our kiss. Noah’s hot mouth seeks every angle of my lips, meeting them time and time again until my jaw is slack with bliss. Tasting his sweet tongue, I massage his scalp for more. Delight stiffens my nipples until they ache.

But we came here for a reason. We pause, gasping an inch from each other’s noses.

“Your wolf led us here,” Noah whispers. “I can sense her so strongly, even without marking you.”

My stomach flips. “I can’t believe this is really happening. But you feel too good - I can’t bear to separate us to reenact the rest of it.”

“Then I will.” He rushes a few steps back, and my wolf whines for him. But the second I can see him from head to toe, I gape.

Noah shakes with need, his chest heaving, eyes heavy-lidded and locked on mine, and pants straining over his shaft.

Oh, God. Just like Noah, this real moment is a thousand times more beautiful than my dream. In our bond, it’s clear Noah wants me, but not just my body. He wants all of me, even though he’s sensed my dark side.

I’m tired of being afraid. I want to let my heart rule, no matter how ridiculous it sounds. If I really do love someone this early into a relationship for the first time in my life, I want to let it happen. More than declaring it, I want to live it. To feel every second.

Noah is frozen as he takes me in, but his wolf pants for me. Barely holding back.

“Follow your instincts too,” I say. “Let’s set our wolves free together. Let go, as far as we can.”

With a stunted breath, Noah unleashes his gaze across my body. A piercing thrill beats through my veins as I watch his self-control slip.

As he rushes for me, I’m surprised by the softness of his fingers trailing my sides, slipping beneath my shirt. It makes my voice come out raspy and desperate against his scruffy cheek. His wide palms soothe me as I strip his chest bare, desperate to feel him skin-to-skin. But by the time I’ve removed my shirt, Noah has dropped to his knees.

He courts me differently this time, dragging his cold nose down my belly. I gasp, immersing my fingers in his thick black hair. Splayed hands massage my thighs until they part in delight. Then his nose dips between my legs.

My heart bursts into an anxious sprint as he caresses me with his nose, inhaling my scent, but his reassuring pheromones unwind me.

I remember this from the dream too - before I understood we were wolves. It makes much more sense now.

When he makes up his mind about me, he gives me a heavy lick through my jeans. The pressure spreads over a wider area from the fabric’s thickness, soothing my aching core. My head drops and my knees dip as my pheromones explode.

“Mate.” He purrs, licking my clit through the fabric so roughly that I dip my hips against his tongue for more.

“Oh, God, Noah...”

He’ll make me come in a mere minute if he continues. In my dream, I’d always stop him here so I didn’t have to wake up yet. But I can sense his wolf so clearly today, his intentions set and focused.

Don’t stop me this time, he mindlinks, pausing only to kiss my clit until my hips jerk again. Let me prepare your body to mate.

I shudder as his words douse my groin with wet heat. I almost forgot he remembers the dream too.

“Oh, God, it’s so intense, Noah...”

He purrs in satisfaction against my clit. His wolf nudges mine into action until I wriggle against his lips.

“Do you want me to stop?”

I grip his shoulders, barely able to speak between heaving breaths. “No. Don’t stop.”