Chapter 15
T onight marks the Alpha Summit’s official first day. Nerves course through me, souring my appetite.
Fetching a silvery, beaded cocktail dress to complement my moonstone necklace, I shimmy into the fitted fabric, having to tug it down a lot harder than I expected to with my expanding waistline. But when I turn to the mirror to finish tidying my appearance, I gasp at what’s reflected back.
“Um, Noah?”
Noah pokes his head into the bathroom, straightening his tie. “What’s wrong?”
I cover my breasts just in time, my eyes wide as Noah meets my gaze in the mirror.
When he steps into the bathroom, furrowing his eyebrows, I swallow hard as I get a full look at my mate. Of course, Noah’s about to give me a heart attack with how classy he looks, his dark, disheveled hair accentuating his polished black suit.
But as Noah blinks a few times, taking a good, long look at me, I turn red hot. “I’m— Um— Not quite fitting in this, anymore.”
Turning toward him, I lower my palms, revealing the front of my low cut dress. The deep V-neck stops at the base of my sternum. Its silvery fabric is designed to frame the outer halves of my chest without a bra, the back sloping into a low arc.
Except I’m spilling out the front of it, my nipples peeking past the fabric strapped over them.
Noah’s eyebrows lower—curiosity dissolving into a serious focus. It’s doing nothing to stave off the building heat in my belly from having his smoldering eyes all over me.
“Fuck, well, that’s— Hmm.” Noah’s Adam’s Apple bobs sharply before it glides back down, just like his eyes drifting down my form. As his gaze sweeps back up me, I swear I feel it tingling over my skin.
His quiet focus stirs my heart into overwhelm. Then I smell it: a sharp, hungry Alpha musk stings my eyes, forcing me to blink through its mouth-watering spices.
I fidget with my wide dress straps, tugging the fabric inward as I attempt to ignore the sudden throbbing between my legs. Noah clears his throat, his ever-alert wolf eyes catching on every minor movement.
“Well, what if—” He attempts to pull the fabric over the outer slope of my breasts, but I suck in a tight breath, squirming away from how sensitive I’ve become.
Noah freezes. Without lifting his chin, his gaze flickers up to mine, and my belly lurches through the sharp thrill it gives me; the second his eyes flash green, his Alpha musk returns even stronger.
His soft voice comes out deep enough to buzz through my chest. “I’ll be gentler, yeah?”
Slipping a finger beneath the edge of the fabric at my cleavage, Noah tugs the straps inward until they no longer cup my chest. Repositioning them like wide panels of fabric down the middle to cover my nipples, Noah exposes my side boob as a trade off.
“There,” he mutters.
I swallow hard. His hands roam low on my waist, skating over my hips before he steps back—his fingers lingering until he can’t reach, like he doesn’t want to let me go.
Except I can feel he really doesn’t. Our bond pulses with heavier desire by the second, spiking higher each time I meet his ravenous stare. Noah and I both know we’re running out of time before dinner, otherwise this pull in our bond would make me ask him if he’d like to drop everything we’ve planned to mate each other senseless. I fist the back of my long skirt, debating if I should turn around, hoist the fabric up and over my hips, and ask Noah to mate me anyway.
No, Aliya. You’re about to meet the top Lycan leaders in the entire world . We can have sex later.
Forcing myself to flip around and face the mirror, I’m startled by how breathless I look—lips parted beneath rosy cheeks. Noah’s hands station themselves back at my waist, closing the distance between us. But with his presence comes a heavier dose of his scent.
Heat builds in my core, my body calling out in response to his pheromones.
I can’t help it; I rub my knees together, craving his affection.
“Hey.” Noah’s voice is sharp, no matter how quiet.
I grip the icy marble countertop, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “Yes, Alpha?”
“We only have twenty minutes, but you’re squirming.”
“I know,” I whisper.
A flash of excitement moves through Noah’s eyes. When he speaks, his voice is even gentler, but it’s far rougher around the edges, morphing into a rumble. “I don’t have time to do what I’ve wanted to do to you the second I saw you in this dress. Which, no, does not fit.”
Staring into his eyes, my Alpha side surges forward, loving Noah’s unspoken dare to squirm more .
We’ve teased each other back and forth like this more and more lately, mainly when our Alpha sides are both present. And as I tremble with excitement under Noah’s stare, I think I was right; his Alpha side is even wilder now that I topped his Omega side, his confidence thriving.
So I stand up straighter, removing myself from his arms and making him think I’m cutting our playtime short. Like the sweetheart he is, he silently follows my lead, stepping away to respect my consent.
But I turn side to side, analyzing my swollen chest in the mirror with gentle caresses down my now-exposed side boob.
“Well, this is what I’ll have to wear, then. So you think a little more skin showing on the side is better?”
Noah blinks a few times, his eyes widening as I shove myself back into the halter, propping up my breasts so they’re spilling out the center again.
“And not this, right?” Straining to keep a straight face, I stare Noah dead in the eyes.
Stark, yellow irises stare back.
I break into devious giggles, my chest bubbling with excitement at the sight of his hunting stare. Noah’s cheeks rise with a sly, eager grin, but he doesn’t waste a second as I lift my foot to escape him; just before I dash from the bathroom to tease him further, Noah catches me in a hug.
“ Naughty little wolf.” Purring against my mark, Noah nips a laughing yelp from me. When he straightens to gaze at me in the mirror again, I snuggle back into his arms, dousing his dress shirt with my scent as delighted pheromones escape my neck from his affections.
Meeting his eyes in the mirror, I soften my voice. “Twenty minutes might be enough for what I wish I could do with you, my sweet Alpha. I think I could make you squirm much harder than I am.”
Noah’s stare loses its airy playfulness, replaced by a determination that shocks heavy giggles out of me. “Then I’ll make you come twice in thirty.”
I sputter out a laugh. “Noah!”
He chuckles, planting hard, punctuating kisses over my cheeks until I’m laughing even harder. “Oh, I’m not kidding. All my instincts point to pleasing my pregnant Luna, so everyone will just have to meet without us.”
I freeze, startled by the eagerness in his stare. Any second now, I’m expecting him to bend me over the sink for quick, rough sex.
But the next time Noah moves, his touch is slow and calculated. Wide palms skate beneath my arms, Noah’s pointer finger inching up my cleavage until I gasp.
Noah grins wider. “You’re dying to know what I was picturing when you teased me like that, aren’t you?”
I can’t respond; Noah’s fingertips glide over my nipples, sending a tingling shockwave across my torso. I try to moan, but the sound is cut off as I shudder hard, jerking back into Noah’s chest. A hot, solid erection presses against my lower back, and I rub against it, unable to hold still against Noah’s touch.
Noah’s low, purring growl builds a fire in my belly. I reach over my head to cling to his sturdy shoulder, doing my best to hold myself up despite my knees dipping as he teases my breasts faster. Fluid trickles into my panties as my core flutters in preparation for him.
“On one hand, I could still do what I wanted to when I first saw you in this.” Sliding the fabric just a touch further, Noah pops my left nipple from my dress. With easier access, his fingertips swirl faster. Sharp bursts of sensation build with each circle he makes, my nerves buzzing strongly enough for me to writhe beneath his teasing—until I can’t take it anymore, gripping his hands to freeze them in place.
As I pant, trembling through each hard breath, Noah’s grin softens into a yearning stare. I swallow hard, my pounding heart pumping heavier blood flow between my thighs. Noah’s shaft prods me in the back, as if in response to my urgency.
Pulling my dress straps back up and over my nipples, Noah exposes the sides of my breasts again. “But now that we’ve tested out this quick fix, there’s a lot more I could do without overstimulating you. I don’t even have to undress you.”
All ten of my fingertips grip the marble countertop, anticipation boiling in my core. Noah leans over me, smoothing hot palms around my swollen belly before swooping back up my hips.
On instinct, I bend over. Stretching up on my toes, I try my best to reach his throbbing shaft through his slacks, my ass rubbing up against him as my wolf begs me to present myself for mating. Losing his calm coolness, Noah huffs out a harsh breath, his hips jerking against me as one wide palm grips my lower back.
Noah hugs me around my shoulders, lifting my chest. One hand holds my hips tight to his as the other releases my shoulders, dragging down my sternum—until he scoops my breast into his palm.
Dragging his lips down my shoulder, Noah exhales his hot breath over my exposed skin. I let out a soft moan, urging his cupping hand to squeeze my breast a little tighter. When he gives in to my request, my skin plump between his thick fingers, I tremble at the heavy, massaging pleasure he pulses through my torso with each soft squeeze.
As Noah plants soft kisses over the outer curve of my breast, licking and nipping my side boob, I can’t help but let out a needy whine. By this point, he’s drowning me in his horny scent, and I can hardly stand how heavily my clit has swollen—aroused until it aches.
And Noah hasn’t even touched me below my waist. My mouth parts through my airy breaths as my pussy flexes urgently; I can’t stop picturing how heavily we’ll mate in mere minutes, loving the spontaneity of this moment.
Noah’s gaze zips to mine in the mirror, his wolf shining through their focused intensity. “I’ve got you, sweet Omega. Back up so your cute little belly doesn’t bump the countertop while we have our fun.”
“Like this?” Grinning, I shimmy back until my ass falls flush against his hips.
Noah chuckles. “That’s my good girl. Now lean your weight against the counter and relax, please.”
Easing onto my forearms, I flinch as my exposed breasts bump the chilly marble. But my focus is quickly brought lower; my thigh muscles flex as Noah grasps handfuls of my skirt, pooling it up and over my waist. He shoves my skirt far up my back, his hands smoothing over my skin as I bend over deeper in a wolflike stretch.
“Beautiful,” Noah whispers, his hands limbering up my muscles with luxurious, deep massages along my arched spine. “That’s my girl. Keep feeling into your instincts for me.”
My claws extend on their own, urged out by Noah’s purred praise. I’m overwhelmed by how pleased my wolf is; I don’t think I’ve felt this taken by Noah in a while—not with how sick I’ve felt lately—but now I can’t seem to stop letting him see more of my primal, wolf-y behaviors. Especially when he reacts to them. Notices them, and encourages me to be more like me.
Nuzzling my face in my folded arms on the countertop, I flush red hot as I purr along with him. Noah drops his slacks to the floor with a clatter of his belt. My back arches at the sound, lifting my ass higher in the air.
Kissing up my spine, Noah purrs between my shoulder blades. “Gorgeous, gorgeous Omega. You smell so beautiful, my love.”
“ Noah ,” I breathe beneath the cover of my arms. “You’re too sweet to me.”
“Good,” he whispers, caressing me all over.
By now, I can hardly stand him hovering behind me without rubbing up on me. But I don’t know how to reach him in this position—not unless he stoops low for me, like he does when he’s rutting. If he wasn’t so tall, it’d be easier to have sex like this without him having to bend so deeply, and while I’m also forced to lift myself higher on my toes.
But as I prod him with my ass, his boxers work in my favor today, pinning his cock at the perfect height to nudge my core. I suck in a tight breath, loving how warm he feels between my legs. When I push myself back a little heavier, rubbing the soaked core of my panties against his tip through his tented boxers, Noah hisses.
“Fuck— Hang on, I was about to—” Noah’s hands roam up and down my sides, his hips bucking against my urgent rubbing until his shaft glides between my labia through our underwear.
Noah lets out a genuine growl this time, but to my dismay, his hips disappear from behind my raised ass.
Lifting my head, I try to control the disappointment in my expression, but I can’t; I watch in the mirror as my eyebrows contort in distress, my lips parting in complaint.
But in the reflection, Noah’s devious grin returns behind me. I don’t have time to contemplate why; thick fingers shove the clingy, soaked core of my panties to the side. They rub wide, slick circles through my wet labia, blurring my head with the pleasure he swirls up my abdomen. I let out a louder moan than I mean to, my hips rocking in time with the wet sounds he’s producing between us.
Embarrassment seeps through me before I can prevent it from flooding our bond; my volume caught my attention in the mirror. I take a better look at myself quivering over Noah’s fingers, quieting myself in the process from how raw it feels to watch myself enjoy his touch.
But Noah growls through his purr. “Don’t think. Keep letting yourself be all instinct.”
Huffing out sharp breaths, I settle my burning forehead against the marble countertop, spreading my knees wider to allow Noah easier, deeper access to my pussy. To my delight, Noah’s fingers slip in and out of me, gathering lubrication to lather every inch of the sensitive skin between my legs.
I don’t care if he’s making a mess of me; I let out a shuddering moan, unable to fully process how loving of a deep massage he’s already giving me. With each swoop in and out of me, thick fingers splay my pussy wider, opening me up before sliding back out, treating my clit with wet, focused swirls of his fingertips. Each time he repeats this cycle, my pleasure heightens. By the time his fingers push far enough inside me to knead against my G-spot, Noah pressing slow and deep against the front wall of my pussy, I’m a sputtering, gasping mess, my calves aching with my desperation to stretch higher on my toes.
But my wolf growls through me.
Noah meets my eyes in the mirror, his lips parted in pleasure as he toys with me. “What’s wrong? Are two fingers not thick enough?”
My eyelids flutter as he sticks three fingers deeper inside me, widening the space between them to gently stretch me. I groan, my thighs quivering, and Noah purrs.
“Was that what you wanted?”
As Noah works my G-spot deeper, harder, all I can do is shake my head, groaning at how tenderly he’s stroking the absolute depths of me. You’re not enjoying yourself alongside me.
Noah lifts one eyebrow, his grin returning through his heavy-lidded stare. “I’m not enjoying myself, am I?”
Stepping to the side of my hips, Noah reveals his throbbing cock in the mirror. It’s grown so large that it’s poking out from the stretched leg of his boxers, every flex revealing how dark pink and swollen his tip has become. My mouth waters; the vanity light above the bathroom mirror glimmers along his tip as it shines with precum, dripping down the base of his shaft.
I grit my teeth, staving back a heavy moan. “Maybe you’re enjoying the view. But you want to mate me, hard. I can smell it. Why aren’t you, Alpha?”
Noah huffs. “Because you’re releasing such a fucking delicious scent that you’ve made me swell to the point where it almost hurts. I’m worried about hurting you too if I don’t properly prepare you.”
I’m stunned speechless.
Noah knows it. Revealing a flash of his incisors with his teasing smile, Noah grips my hip in one hand, dropping my jaw as he pulses faster against my G-spot while his thumb presses down on my clit in rhythm. I sputter through each breath, moaning with every dip of my knees.
I can’t believe how sensitive he’s made me. With every few pulses, he repeats the rhythmic cycle he’s created—pulling his hand out of me, teasing my clit until a bundle of pressure forms between my thighs, then diving back in. Each time his fingers re-enter me, he applies faster and faster pressure to my inner walls—until I let out a hearty cry. He’s stroking my deepest nerves, moving far beyond “preparing” me. My hips lurch higher, begging for more. Noah pumps hard and fast into me, stirring my breath into a startlingly rapid urgency. That familiar feeling of fluid builds in my pussy, aching to be expressed.
But I don’t squirt, stuck on the edge; Noah chooses this moment to slow down, allowing me to quiver against the countertop as I catch my breath through his soft, steady strokes.
By now, he’s made me soak my own thighs. Noah slips his boxers off with his free hand, stepping out of them behind me. My inner muscles clench hard over his fingertips, begging him to enter me. I widen my knees, but the elastic of my panties digs deep into my thigh, restricting me from opening myself up to him further. I’m forced to settle back down with a groan.
“Am I frustrating you, sweet Omega?” My mate smiles, knowing what he’s doing to me. He inhales a lungful of my desperate scent, his irises bright golden as they challenge my staredown, but I don’t let him speak another word.
Before my gorgeous mate can tease me further, my wolf growls through me. “I asked you to stop holding yourself back for me.”
Noah blinks a few times, inhaling my eruption of Alpha musk before regaining his cool. Except now that he’s gazing at me through serious, heavy-lidded eyes, my heart lurches into my throat.
“I see. I thought you were worried about my annoying dick nudging you to enter you too early, so I was trying to keep you enjoying yourself instead of worrying about me. But it seems like I read you wrong.”
I can hardly gasp as he slips his fingers out of me, my knees dipping at the sudden emptiness in my core. As I tremble in a heap against the counter, Noah slips my panties off my hips, letting them fall over the tops of my feet.
“So, when you told me to mate you hard like I wanted to, was that actually a request of what you wanted, my feisty Alpha?”
My cheeks burn hot in the mirror. I lose the battle to bite back a smile as Noah rubs his shaft against my soaked core, stirring me back into overwhelm. My pussy flexes urgently, my teeth releasing my lips as they part in pleasure.
“Maybe,” I breathe.
Noah hums, his smile widening. “Why didn’t you tell me directly? I’d rather not have to guess what you want, even though I try.”
My heart sinks. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
Sweeping his hands over me, Noah is suddenly so soft with me that I’m tempted to turn away, embarrassed. But he draws me close, his heart aching with me. “Don’t be sorry, my sweet Luna. But I think you still need to get clearer with me tonight since I’m not understanding. So, tell me what you want, and I’d be happy to do it how you’d like.”
My heart pounds into my ears as I stare up at him, our lips ghosting over each other as our eyes remain locked. I grip his suit jacket, my breath heightening as warmth pools far deeper into my core—I might be uncomfortable with how I just acted, but Noah presented a true challenge for me just now, and now that I’m facing it, I absolutely love it.
“Be rougher with me,” I whisper against his lips. “I miss it, and I don’t want you to think I’m fragile now that you got me pregnant with your huge wolf baby.”
Noah hums. “I have a lot of thoughts about that, my very not-fragile mate. But for now, by rough, do you mean you want me to be rough with my hips once I work you up, or to be rougher with your whole body—minus Little Wolf, of course.”
My heart flips, anticipatory anxiety spiking its beat into my ears. “My whole body.”
“Good girl.” His deep whisper comes out more like a growl. “Is that a request from my sweet Omega? Or was it my grumpy little Alpha speaking, so it’s more correct to call it an order? An order to mate you rough and hard—until your moans morph into yells again.”
I’m not smiling anymore. Noah stares so closely that my wolf bristles, overcome by goosebumps beneath her fur. My feet shuffle as I breathe faster, my core empty and craving him.
“If it’s something you want to do too, then—”
“It is.” Noah’s rapid declaration swells my lungs.
Staring him straight in the eyes, I whisper, “Then it’s an order.”
To my surprise, he still doesn’t explode into action. Breaking into a fanged smile, Noah sends chills racing down my spine. He releases my hips, smoothing his hands over my back. “Alright, Alpha. I need you to relax as much as you can for me.”
Excitement grips my heart. I loosen my shoulders over the countertop, lifting my ass higher in preparation for Noah’s entry. But as he slips a hot palm behind my right thigh instead, I meet his eyes in the mirror again, startled.
“Tell me if this position still feels comfortable for you with that cute pup belly, gorgeous,” Noah murmurs.
My heart races as I allow him to lift my knee on top of the counter, forcing my left foot to stretch higher on my toes.
“It’s fine,” I shakily whisper.
“ Good ,” Noah hums, spreading my labia wider with his fingertips until I moan.
My breath picks up the pace as I brace my hands against the countertop. Keeping our baby far from the cabinet, I shudder as Noah trades his fingers for his cock, nudging a whimper from my lips. He swirls his leaking tip around my core, fluttering my eyelids.
But when I meet our reflection in the mirror once more, sensing him moving my hair off my back, I freeze at what I find.
Noah wraps my thick, long ponytail around his hand. I suck in a tight gasp as he glides his tip into my pussy—just before he softly tugs my head back.
Crying out, I shove my hips back, gripping my raised thigh to open up further for him. Noah seats himself deep inside me with one slow push, breaching my pelvic opening with a delicious flood of pressure in my core. He groans with me, his breath beating against my exposed back as he arches in delight.
“Relax for me more.” Noah’s rough purr coats my skin in goosebumps, my nipples hardening against the cool countertop. “Right here.”
Massaging the outer edges of my pussy, right where he’s stuffing me full, Noah urges a heavy whimper from me, tightening my inner muscles harder over his engorged length instead of relaxing me to allow him in deeper. Closing my eyes, I melt at Noah’s soft rubs between my legs, smushing my cheek against the counter as he gives my hair another delicious, massaging tug.
We wait a few more seconds for my core muscles to loosen, my back relaxing into a deeper arch as Noah strokes down my spine like he’s petting me from head to tail, washing my torso in fuzzy comfort. The more he caresses me, the wider my pussy blooms, giving his tip soft squeezes along the way until his breath deepens with pleasure. As soon as I loosen my grip on him enough, Noah grabs my ass to spread me wider, allowing himself to push further—until his thick shaft ignites pleasure up my spine, rubbing against the G-spot he worked earlier.
I groan when my ass finally presses against his hips—Noah fully immersed in me. “ Oh, my God—”
Bending over me to kiss my cheek, Noah gives me soft, slow thrusts as he quiets his voice. “There you go. Good job, gorgeous Omega. I know I’m not mating you heavily yet, but keep breathing. Enjoy yourself on the way there.”
I sputter out each breath, unable to speak as Noah glides in and out of me. Goddess, no, you were right. You’re so big tonight, filling me up so deeply that I can’t—
My pussy attempts to clamp down hard over his shaft, but with how heavily he’s dragging against every surface of my inner muscles, I can hardly squeeze him, meeting plushy counterpressure that tingles every nerve in my core. As my breaths heighten into moans, I reach behind my head, gripping his hand on my ponytail.
“Pull—” I gasp. Noah’s eyes flash in surprise, meeting my drooping eyelids in the mirror. “Pull harder.”
“Fuck me,” Noah whispers to himself, his jaw taut. His hips jerk, pushing a heavy cry from my lips as he hits just the right spot. The second he tugs my hair a little harder, my jaw drops, my arching back tightening my pussy over his cock until he massages every inch within me—like he’s stuffing me with blissful pleasure. Each avenue of Noah’s stimulation builds on the other, the massaging pull Noah creates over my scalp colliding with his thrusts in my core. I moan hard, his tip pumping faster against my G-spot until my hips twist.
With my knees pulsing wider, Noah’s prediction comes true: I moan loud enough to echo across the whole bathroom. “There! Right there—”
Noah groans, his eyelids fluttering as I squeeze him tighter. “Oh, fuck. Fuck—”
Pressing my shoulders down flat with a shudder, Noah shoves himself deep in me, freezing his hips in place.
“Don’t move,” he rasps.
I groan, my thighs shaking as I drop both feet on the ground, too weak to hold myself up with how good he feels inside me. “Oh, Noah. Don’t edge me right here. Please .”
Giving my hair another gentle tug, Noah hisses again when I squish my ass against his hips, my pussy flexing faster. “Oh, Goddess . No, I’m serious. I can’t knot you—it’s already huge, and it’s not even fully formed. We’ll be stuck here until we’re twenty minutes late, not ten.”
At the mere thought, my breath rises until I pant. “Okay, yeah, I can feel it growing. It feels stupidly good.”
Noah huffs. “I said I’d make you come twice too, but I haven't yet.”
I groan. “It’s just for fun. It doesn’t matter—”
Noah’s words come out pleading and breathy. “Aliya, I can’t help it. I’m going to knot you, hard.”
“Please,” I gasp. “Please do, Alpha—”
As if he can’t help himself, Noah lets out a strangled groan, his hips restarting. I choke out a gasp as his budding knot stretches me wider at the base of his cock, applying tingling pressure on my clit—all while his tip rubs the deepest part of me. Noah’s hand drops my ponytail in a frenzy, grasping my thighs. He drops his weight over me, rocking into me with my ass pressed tight to his hips.
I feel so full with his pleasure in our bond that my moans escalate beyond my control, rising until a flood of fluid gushes from me. Noah’s resulting heavy, sated moans send me over the edge, my pussy fluttering hard over his forming knot as I come. My knees jerk inwards, every limb squirming at the delightful, full-body buzzing Noah creates within me. He pumps faster and faster, his hard breath beating against my shoulder. He draws out every second of my orgasm, massaging it out of me until I’m liquified on the countertop.
But as Noah cinches us together tight, releasing a flood of warmth in my lower belly as he comes, I’m startled by how good it feels—the pleasure flowing throughout my abdomen strong enough to build another orgasm. What’s even more shocking is that I don’t seem to be alone. I gape in the mirror as Noah’s incisors stretch, his hands roaming over my breasts. He clings to me tighter, his hips rocking us as we remain tied.
Noah moans hard and loud against my neck, sending a thrill racing down my spine. “Fuck, Aliya, I don’t know what it is about your scent, but I— I’m—”
My eyes widen. He wanted to make me come twice, but I’m about to make him come twice.
As Noah’s fangs whisper over my neck, I cry out, pushing myself from the counter to smash my ass hard into Noah’s pelvis. He responds with a throaty growl, nudging inside me the best he can with his thick, heavy knot wedging us in place. So I bounce my ass up and down, rubbing him back and forth inside me. As Noah’s pleasure triples in our bond, my eyelids flutter at the beautiful, desperate sounds he makes against my neck, his drool slipping down my collarbone until I shiver.
“Do it—” I moan, bouncing faster. I fawn for him, tilting my head to reveal his old mark on my scent gland. “Follow your instincts too.”
Cuddling me tight to him, Noah presses his tongue into my scent gland, slathering me in its heat. The pressure of his tongue echoes down my torso until my pussy pulses hard over his knot. Noah’s eyelids flutter as he groans against my neck, his breath frantic. I slow my bouncing, opting to circle my ass over his pelvis until Noah’s breath deepens into moans, the blissful sounds keeping time with each circular motion. I gasp for air with him, pleasure rising in my chest just before he clamps down—his fangs piercing my skin as he floods my core with his cum. I cry out, the pain replaced by an earth-shattering bliss as I flex over his knot, coming hard alongside him.
Our bond warps as a new flood of emotions crosses through our reformed connection, Noah’s fresh mark stunning me speechless with how much gratitude and pride he carries for me—as well as the raw, tender Omega side of him. I’ve never witnessed Noah’s wolf feeling this nurtured. Through his eyes, I can finally see the strength I hold; Noah views me as his beacon of hope for survival.
Our inner world blooms before my awareness. Flowers are replaced by turning leaves, a soothing rainfall pittering across their reds and browns. In the center of the field, our wolves snuggle up in the warmth of each other. At the mere sight of Noah’s silky, midnight fur, I love him deeper than I ever have.
As I come back into awareness with Noah’s slow, soothing touches down my breasts, sides, and belly, my heart aches with how much joy I contain. Noah seems to feel the same, his eyelids blinking ever-so-slowly as he unlatches from my neck, giving me thorough, tender licks to stop the bleeding.
Urging Noah closer over my shoulder, I nuzzle deep into his hair. You were telling me the truth of how you see me.
Tears cloud Noah’s eyes as he smiles, still washing me with pleasure as he strokes my fresh mark. So were you.
But when I glance at us in the mirror, I’m met with a horror scene: sweat and streaky makeup cake my face, and that’s not the worst of it. Blood coats my breasts, splashed down the right half of my dress.
I sputter into laughter, gripping Noah’s arms as he groans.
“Oh, Goddess—” Noah lifts his head, prying open heavy eyelids. “What’s so funny—”
Noah genuinely gasps. I laugh even harder at his gaping jaw, groaning along with Noah as my inner muscles squeeze his knot.
“I don’t think this dress is going to work out,” I whisper.
“Fuck.” Low, rumbling laughter buzzes over my back, Noah burying his forehead against my stinging shoulder. “No, no it won’t—pretty much ever again. I’m so sorry.”
Giggling, I comb his hair. “I’m not. I’ll never forget this.”
Meeting my eyes, Noah’s puppy-dog eyes overpower his expression, a touched shyness flickering through our bond. Judging by how Noah first described marking to me, I’m certain the true depths of my comment lands; not only did I choose Noah as my mate, but each time I allow him to mark me, I’m choosing him again, vowing to bear his mark to the world as evidence of our bond. I kiss his reddening cheek, my heart fluttering as he huddles closer.
As we snuggle in the bathroom, allowing Noah’s body to settle, he lets out a rumbling sigh against my cheek. “I wish we could skip this dinner, but I might also be more prepared for it than ever now. I feel like nothing can stop us.”
A smile creases my cheeks as I look at us in the mirror, my heart full to the brim. “Me too. Let’s do this.”