Page 35 of My Shy Alpha

But Noah draws my chin toward him to look me in the eyes. His soothing scent slows my pounding heart just enough to breathe deeper.

“You’re okay, Omega. You’re okay.” His whisper is much gentler than I expected, tickling my lips. “I’ve got you.”

Noah squishes me beneath him, sandwiching our naked bodies from head to toe. I sigh in relief.

He hums. “Good job. I know I’m not making you decide anything yet, but I’ve already made up my mind about you as my mate. I’m not going anywhere. W-well, unless you ask me to.”

“Please, stay.”

Noah laces his hand into my hair, sending tingles down my spine. When he kisses me, it’s so soft and sweet that my shoulders rise in delight. As I lean in to kiss him again, Noah purrs into my mouth. His gentle head hold turns into a full-body cuddle, an arm digging between the mattress and my lower back.

I lift my hips into him, whining for more pressure, and he readily grinds against my clit. Noah’s slow kisses shift into a tender makeout, caressing every millimeter of my lips. Wetness seeps from me as I crave for him to lift his hips, knowing he could have leftover seed on his shaft. But he keeps me in place, overwhelming me with fuzzy warmth until I forget all about it.

His movements are so slow and soothing that our sexual teases feel relaxed. Romantic. As Noah lets out a happy purr, the heat spikes, but my stomach has so many butterflies that it softens the cramps.

Amy lobs a condom at Noah’s shoulder. We stop to stare at her.

“Sorry. Just doing my job.”

Noah glares. “Are you seriously going to watch?”

“Trust me, this isn’t what I had planned today either. But with how painfully shy you both usually are, you sound fucking feral. Did you both agree on trying for a pregnancy today?”

Noah huffs in annoyance, but he lifts his hips to slip the condom on early, nonetheless. “No, we didn’t. You’re right.”

Amy sighs. “Sheesh, I didn’t expect your wolf to be this sassy. Your top Beta has to mediate for you for all sorts of things, right? Am I not up to his standards compared to Yas?”

“No. No one can fucking deal with him. Hence, five suppressants,” Noah grumbles.

“Stop being mean to him, both of you. He’s adorable.” Cramps bring tears to my eyes, leaving me to squirm in Noah’s absence.

He drops on top of me, returning me to his snug embrace. “Oh, my poor Omega... Are you in a lot of pain?” Noah winces as I nod, arching off the bed as a sharp ache tenses my back muscles. “Fuck, this is torture,” he hisses. “I’m so sorry, gorgeous. Goddess, Amy, what do I do?”

Amy bites her lip. “I guess we’ll have to just help her through it for a few days since it’s too early to–”

“A few days?” As I break into soft weeping, Noah’s eyebrows contort into agony with me.

He huddles into me, peppering kisses all over my nose and cheeks. “I’m here, I’m here. Do you want to have more sex? Would that help?”

At the mere thought of him entering me again, my core flutters so heavily that I groan, shifting my hips beneath Noah’s weight. But we just had wild sex, and I’m tired and sore.

“What’s wrong?” He asks. “If you don’t feel up to it, I can give you a cool bath.”

“No, it’s just– I just don’t know how to ask–” I huff, frustrated with myself. “C-can it be gentle?”

Noah’s eyebrows soften. “Of course.”

He kisses me softly, and I hum in delight. Noah slips his fingers into mine. As we squeeze our palms, diving in for another kiss, I realize holding his hand was exactly what I needed. He might not know it, but some part of his wolf does - I can feel his presence behind Noah’s yellowing eyes. My cramps soften, replaced by a flurry of pleasure as my mate rubs himself against me with each kiss.

When Noah tilts his hips to slip his big fingers between my legs, I’m already shivering from his light touch. My core muscles widen on their own, begging to be touched as deep as Noah can reach.

“Goddess, you feel ready for me, but just in case–” Noah glides his fingers in, and I moan against his lips in surprise at how soothing it feels.

Noah’s tongue caresses mine as he prods my inner wall with his heavy touch. Each flex of his fingers hits just the right spot to build a mounting ache in my core. When my hips raise for more, already dripping and nearing the edge, Noah takes his chance to slide a pillow beneath my back.

“I’ll be as gentle as possible, okay?”

My eyelashes flutter as his tip brushes my entrance, and my wolf speaks through me. “Alpha...”

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