Page 80 of My Shy Alpha
As Noah falls into a licking trance, I grip the rock behind me. My shaking legs pulse open beside his cheeks. He grips my waistband but pauses there, unable to pop my pants button between heaving flicks of his tongue. I know he can feel how soaked I am through my jeans, but now his saliva seeps through, warming my core.
Noah frantically tugs my pants beneath my ass, exposing my panties to his huffing breath between my legs. My thighs quiver, and until he licks me mid-sentence, I hadn’t realized I was crying out for him.
“Alph– ah! Ah!”
His growl buzzes through my clit, sending a throbbing ache through my core until I nearly burst. I melt down the rock. My hips buck as he holds them steady - rocking with me as his tongue laps up the wetness that dripped down my thighs. His shoulders ripple above me as he scoots between my knees, carrying my hips in his massive arms as he works me.
The rising pressure in my core is undeniable now that he’s made it happen multiple times; my back even arches in preparation. “Alpha, you’re going to make me squi–”
His lips latch to my clit through the thin fabric, switching between sucking and slipping his tongue between my legs. A rush of fluid spills from me, dripping down my cheeks into Noah’s palms. Hard rock scrapes my hands as I cling to the boulder, my hips squirming through his tingling growls.
Don’t hold back for me. I’ll just have to make you come again later, he mindlinks - his rapid tongue far too occupied to speak.
Noah’s fingertips caress my abdomen, but his head dips, chasing my hips when he’s not lifting them for me. As tingles devour my senses, I grip Noah’s hair as I come, sinking Noah’s tongue into me through my soaked panties.
He licks me softly through aftershocks until the sensation is too strong, my legs jerking. I pull my hips away, breathless as his focus zips to my face.
My heart flips. Noah’s stare is raw and vulnerable, hazy from fully submitting himself to my pleasure. His wet lips are redder than his cheeks. At some point, he pulled his heavy cock free from his pants; it flexes with urgency beneath me.
But as his scent and emotions wash over me through our bond in waves, I’m stunned by his fondness for me.
“You’re so beautiful, Noah,” I breathe.
He massages my legs and sides, rubbing his head against my belly with blushing shyness. My heart burns with affection for him as I stroke his hair, aching to hold him.
Meeting him on my knees, I nuzzle over his cheeks with his head in my palms.
Holding him like this, I can’t deny it any longer; I was scared I was hazy with lust and jumping to conclusions earlier, but now that Noah took the edge off, I know I’m in love with him.
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We share soft, slow kisses despite the fire between us. My shoulders droop as Noah’s hands trace my neck; his longing scent draws out mine through his fingertips.
Pressing my abdomen against Noah’s, I hum in delight as he gingerly unhooks my bra. His fingers send waves of pleasure down my arms as he guides the straps from my shoulders. The cool forest air sends shivers down my body, but with Noah’s sturdy arms circling me, I’m twice as warm.
With his tongue slipping into my mouth, I kiss him back with my full being, itching to get closer. Slipping his pants off his hips, I hurriedly grind against his cock. Noah growls, his embrace so luscious and all-consuming that I purr.
But then Noah’s frustration slips through his desire, and my heart aches for him. I want to take the edge off for him too.
I coat his neck in kisses, stopping to lick his mark. Noah gasps against my ear, suddenly hugging my hips to frantically slide his shaft against my abdomen.
“You’re okay, gorgeous. I’ve got you.” I lick his mark harder, ensuring it’s just as wet and sensitive as his dripping tip in my fingers. “Let me help you.”
Noah huffs, his hips bucking on their own through my fist. My fingernails trace his chest, leaving a goosebump trail in their wake. Noah shudders as my head dips. With each kiss I place on his tip, he pulses into my hand, dripping down my fingers.
Purring for him, I slip my lips over his tip to taste him. Noah’s hands skate across my back as he can hardly hold himself back; a soft, shaky moan escapes his lips. By the third time my lips slide over his tip, he gives out a weighty gasp, thrusting himself a little further.
Good job, Alpha. Show me how you’ll mate me.
Noah whimpers at my linked words, stroking my hair with desperate hands. I’m getting so aroused again. His pleasure travels back into me through our bond, and I want to see how far I can take it. If I can get myself to the edge, just by pleasing Noah.
Softening my jaw with every suckle, I prepare myself to take more of him this time. I spread my tongue over the underside of his shaft, giving his tip a gentle, sucking pressure in the process. Desire blooms in my core as our bond explodes with delight, my wolf urging me to ease him into my throat. But just like last time, I choke on his thick shaft the second it brushes my soft palate.
Noah juts back with a gasp. “Don’t go so deep.”
I hum against his tip with an idea, and Noah’s legs shake. So is this okay?
Chasing his hips, I suck on his bulging tip, swirling my tongue around it until Noah’s moans turn into whimpers.