Page 104 of My Shy Alpha

I never realized how beautiful I could look naked - maybe because the only times I’ve stared at myself haven’t been in kindness. But Noah’s enraptured stare follows his palms, dragging all over me. Loving me.

I grip Noah’s forearms, freezing us in place.

I huff for air even louder this time, struggling to keep my core from squeezing him and taking us over the edge.

Noah growls. “Fuck, Omega. I’m tempted to tease the hell out of you.”

I can’t bear to hold his burning stare in the mirror. By the time my weak knees can bounce my hips over Noah again, he stops me with a tight grip on my hip.

“No, hang on, I can’t–” Noah white-knuckles the bedframe so hard that I get the message, holding perfectly still. He drops his forehead against my back, breathing fast and hard despite our frozen hips. After a solid thirty seconds, his shoulders slump. “I can’t knot you, or we’ll really be late.”

I almost made him knot me?

The ache I have for him drips from my desperate whimper. “Alpha–”

I don’t have to explain that I can’t handle edging anymore. The realization crosses Noah’s yellowed eyes, and his resulting growl restarts my breath.

Noah gathers the split hem of my dress like his life depends on it. Fisting my skirt in one palm, Noah exposes nearly all of me - only a sliver of fabric clinging around my waist and barely hanging onto one breast. But I don’t look away. It’s too late to avoid my full, gaping nudity; I’m not just naked on the outside, I’m spilling raw, unfiltered bouts of my pleasure as Noah restarts his thrusts into me. My body quivers beneath his searching stare, a physical tingling following its sweep down my back, over the widest press of my thighs over his lap, and up my throat until he’s locked on my face.

What I find in Noah’s stare is that no matter how much I forced myself to hide in life, I can’t deny I love being witnessed by him. Within seconds, the all-encompassing pressure Noah drives between my legs threatens to take my knees out. Noah hugs my waist hard just in time, sealing my hips to him as I tremble.

“Fuck, hang on–” Noah lifts me from his lap, leaving me startlingly empty. I’m ready to drop to the ground from how weak he’s made my legs, but with my panicked gasp, Noah purrs. “I’m not letting you fall, gorgeous. Walk forward a bit.”

I try my best to, but Noah has to hold me upright until we’re face-to-face with the mirror. I’m already melting to my hands and knees when he meets me there, lining himself up behind me. He teases me with gentle flicks of his shaft, zipping his eyes all over my body as he absorbs my reaction. My core gapes for his return, and Noah growls as it swallows his tip even before we make a true effort to reconnect.

I slam one palm against the mirror - a welcome, cold shock against my overheated body. It’s all I can do to keep myself from trembling into a puddle beneath Noah as his shaft slinks back into me, notably more engorged than it was a minute ago. My eyelashes flutter an inch from themselves in the mirror, my breathy moan fogging up half my face’s reflection.

As my back arches, thrusting my hips back, I catch a glimpse of my ass bouncing over my shoulder. It feels so dirty and indulgent at the same time that my arms shake, absolutely weak from Noah’s pounding motion pressing my breasts into the mirror. The sharp V-shape of his taught abdominal muscles ripple, tensing harder with every thrust met by my core’s tight squeezes.

But my body’s coping mechanism of dripping onto the carpet isn’t enough to combat each heavy reintroduction of his cock, stuffing me with a rising, torturous ache. I’m ready to beg for more: the last of my patience breaking.

Witnessing us in the mirror breaks something in Noah first. He dissolves over me, his torso curled over my back until he wraps his arms around me. With his chest smashed into my back, he moans desperately into my shoulder - jaw dropped and forehead knitted. Edging is no longer possible, the rising pleasure in our bond so intense that I feel it buzzing over my torso until it reaches my face.

As my core squeezes him, sucking out every ounce of delight he’ll give me, Noah’s voice comes out choppy. “F-fuck, Aliya– I can’t–”

He’s about to knot me. The thought kickstarts the edge of my orgasm, sending me into drawn-out, pleading gasps. Noah’s eyes widen with recognition in the mirror. One hand grips the mirror’s edge, creating a sharp crackle beneath his weight, and the other descends my lower abdomen. The second he twirls his fingers over my clit, my body jerks into him, my orgasm pulling a wispy moan from Noah’s lips. As he pumps out every ounce of satisfaction in me while I come, my G-spot receives a deep tissue massage from his relentless thickness.

Then Noah’s magic on my body happens. I don’t just trickle out a rush of fluid like I imagined; his touch makes me squirt hard enough to douse the space between our legs. I suck in desperate air, shocked at my body’s reaction in the mirror.

Noah dissolves into frantic whimpers, giving me everything he can until he pulls out in a panic. His drenched cock bounces against my core with every grunt, drowning the condom’s clear tip in white.

The sudden weak, tender silence between us steals all thought. We stare at each other in a mess of sweaty, tangled limbs, gripping each other’s hands at my waist like a lifeline.

“I think we figured out what we like,” I breathe.

Noah sputters out an airy, adorable laugh that sends another wash of loving tingles over my skin.

But Dave honks outside, snapping our heavy-lidded eyes as wide as they can stretch. Where are you two? Is something wrong?

Noah’s wolf shines through his mischievous grin. “Fuck. We’re late to our own ceremony.”

All Noah has to say is “late,” and I’m scrambling across the carpet on shaky fours to my closet. My legs are so weak that I don’t even bother standing to dig through my underwear drawer, shuddering on my knees through echoes of Noah’s touch. But as Noah’s soft snickering dissolves into full-on giggles behind me, I whip my head around.

He’s tripped up on the floor, one leg half-out of his boxers with his ankles hooked like shackles, and absolutely red in the face.

I burst into uncontrollable laughter with him. “Oh, God, let me help you–”

Unable to dash over with my panties roped around my knees, I jerk myself around too quickly and sprawl across the carpet, my arms outstretched as I release a soft “oof.” Noah can’t breathe – silent laughter stealing his voice entirely as he slaps the floor for mercy. When he finally sucks in oxygen, he releases such a vivid, booming cackle that my entire spirit rises with it into my bedroom’s rafters.

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