6
Noah pulls me into his lap. He’s done so a million times, but I suddenly feel like I’m back in college, ready to frantically strip and get right to it for the first time with no clue foreplay exists.
But instead of kissing me, Noah rushes in with a heavy hug. I let out a small breath from the impact, but my eyes flutter in bliss as he gives my whole body a satiating, tight squeeze.
“I love you,” he whispers. “I don’t know what to do with myself again.”
Wrapping my arms around him, I kiss the permanent mark I left on his neck, loving the pleasure-induced thrill it stirs in our bond. “You don’t have to do anything. I love you too, just like this.”
Keeping his torso tight against mine, Noah only leans back with his head. Our noses brush as Noah’s golden eyes meet my stare.
“I want you,” Noah whispers against my lips.
My stomach flips. He doesn’t usually say things like that. I think he avoids it to overprotect me from feeling pressured to have sex, but I know Noah, and he only wants me if I want him back. And every piece of me wants him too.
As I crash my lips against his, his hands tighten against my waist, and I’ve never craved him more. It’s wild how rapidly my body responds to him lately; I can physically feel my cervix lifting toward my belly button, every internal muscle preparing for Noah to enter me. I gasp for air between kisses, unable to catch my breath with how good it feels to be against him, my skin buzzing everywhere we meet.
Noah leans forward, carrying my weight until I’m safely nestled into the pillows behind me. Staring up at him, I tug his shirt off, and he unbuttons mine. My heart only hammers harder as he unlatches my front-fastening bra, leaving me bare with my clothes splayed at my sides.
But as he strips my pants, Noah freezes.
“What?” I ask, still breathless.
Noah clears his throat, opening his mouth to speak. He flattens his palm against my abdomen, dropping my heartbeat into my belly. I gasp at how sensitive my stomach feels beneath his gentle hands, especially now that there’s meaning applied to it. Noah’s sharp gaze snaps to my face. When we meet eyes, he hurriedly moves his palm to my thigh.
“What’s wrong?” My voice shakes through my exhale.
“W-well, I just realized— I initiated, but I wasn’t clear about what I initiated, so—”
I suck in a tight breath. He’s right: I said “yes,” to sex, but did he mean sex without a condom?
“I mean, I—” I bite my lip, unsure what to say.
How do you decide when it’s the right time to bring a whole new life into the world? God, am I a horrible person for thinking I have the power to decide that? Is this a god complex?
“Hey,” Noah whispers. My attention zips back to him. With one glance into his stable eyes, I melt into the pillows. Noah softly smiles. “There you go. There’s no pressure. We’ve got time.”
I prop myself on my elbows. “But I’m not sure I’ll know when it’s time.”
Noah’s concern flickers in our bond. “If it’s not an immediate yes, I’m not comfortable with pushing it.”
I frown. “I’m not sure if I’ve told you this before, but OCD is called ‘the doubt disorder.’ No matter how hard I try, I’ll doubt everything, forever, since I can’t find absolute certainty in almost anything.”
Noah’s eyes widen. “Oh, shit, I wasn’t thinking about that. I’m sorry.” Biting his lips, Noah runs his hands down my sides. “T-then what do you think would be better? I mean, an immediate yes might not be a good merit, but maybe what I meant was more like I don’t want to ignore your human side. I’ve been aware from the start that my culture would be moving way too fast compared to how you were raised. I’ll be here for months, years, ready to do this with you, and I want us both to feel prepared.”
I grip Noah’s arms, desperate to keep feeling his hands on me. My heart hasn’t pounded so hard in weeks, unaccustomed to discussing these possibilities with him after we settled into a gentle balance. “You’re right. I want this to be intentional and well thought-out too, especially since it won’t be our baby’s choice to be born, it’ll be ours to be parents. This is totally, completely on us. We’ll be choosing to dedicate the rest of our lives to them.”
“Y-yeah, I— Yeah. Exactly. It’s a massive decision.” Noah chews on his bottom lip, studying my face. I can’t quite read what he’s thinking, and it only makes my heart hammer harder.
Noah’s eyes widen, watching me open and close my mouth with heavy, anxious breaths. I laugh through my embarrassment at his quirked eyebrow, gripping fistfuls of the sheets beneath my sides.
“Do you want it now?” I blurt out. “Even after talking about all these scary responsibilities and commitments?”
My mate fidgets over me with a hard swallow. His cheeks are still flushed, but a massive burst of shyness erupts in our bond, darkening them another shade. “I’m right there with you in terms of wants, but— But I don’t mind waiting either.”
I gape beneath Noah as the reason for his sudden flood of shyness becomes clear; when we met, he might’ve played this off as something he’d want someday, but I think becoming a father is a deeply ingrained life dream for Noah too. Which means now that he’s found me, he’s been ready, and it’s not just to please me.
The go-ahead relies on me.
I spread my knees, considering it. My scent blossoms with my thoughts, imagining Noah inside me with nothing between us.
But as Noah’s eyes suddenly shift into yellow, he blinks hard. A waft of his Alpha musk forces me to wince through its sharp sting, and Noah jerks back from me. “Wait, I— I feel weird.”
My heart kicks into a sprint as I cup his burning cheeks, searching him all over for what’s wrong. “Weird? Like how?”
He shuts his eyes tight, but his hands squeeze my hips. No, wait, they’re drifting lower. Okay, he’s gripping fistfuls of my ass... and dragging his nose across my jugular to scent the sensitive gland on my neck.
I shiver. “Noah?”
His voice comes out as a half-shifted growl. “You smell good. You want me to get you pregnant so badly. Every instinct in me is begging me to knot you.”
“Oh— Oh, my God—” I gasp as Noah’s tongue works my scent gland, pleasuring the erogenous zone until each lick echoes across my pussy. “Noah, are you rutting?”
My system races for an entirely different reason now. I hug Noah close, doing my best to stay calm as his scent erupts around me, drawing out every lustful molecule in my body. With one hard press of his erection against my core, I huff against his cheek. This only encourages Noah.
“Fuck, I can’t—” He growls deeper, rubbing on me faster until I squirm. “I can’t stop it from getting stronger. Maybe it’s from talking about getting you pregnant, but now— Fuck, that’s all I can think about.”
Admittedly, I find that painfully arousing. But I know Noah is severely uncomfortable when he ruts.
He’s been scared of hurting me during sex since the day we met, especially after learning about my previous trauma. Flashes of his fear in our bond convince me to pull back from his affections. He’s ever-obedient of my consent, remaining stationed on my bed, but I’ve left the poor Alpha to pant in place, gripping the sheets as his cock uncontrollably flexes.
Stepping off the bed to hide my hips against the side of the mattress, I stroke Noah’s wild hair out of his eyes. “You’re okay. I’m right here to help you.”
My heart aches as Noah slips into fear.
His expression warps as he suppresses his wolf. “I-I hate rutting. I d-don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to do. What if my stupid wolf breaks the condom a-again?”
I run my fingertips down the scarred mark I left on his neck. Noah freezes, and I give him a soft smile. “He’s not stupid, first of all. He’s my favorite wolf in the world, and an absolute sweetheart that never fails to make me so, so excited about life.” Noah sucks in a deep breath as if he’s finally coming up for air. I hum in approval, giving his mark a few more circles. It must feel as good as I hoped; he groans, gripping his cock as it drips.
Stooping to meet his eye-level, I regain his focus. “And second of all, he might break it, or he might not. I can’t promise one way or another. Either way, I’m not scared of you or your primal side, gorgeous. I’m giving you my consent to mate me tonight, and I trust you’ll listen if I change my mind and tell you to stop.”
He groans, gripping my hips. “I love you too much. I want your pups.”
I bite my lip, ignoring my wolf rolling over for him in our bond. Fetching a condom from my bedside drawer, I take Noah’s flexing shaft into my hands. “I love you too, Alpha. And that’s not what we agreed on doing today before this happened, so we’re going to wait a little longer, okay?”
He pulls me closer, nuzzling deep into my neck with a frustrated growl. “Fuck, you’re right, but I can smell how badly you want it. I’m sorry I can’t give it to you.”
My breath shakes as warmth pools in my groin, accompanied by a heavy flex of my core. His pheromones are designed to throw me into heat, but I promised Noah the next time he rutted, I’d be there for him like he always is for me.
He’s been able to help me stave off almost all discomfort from my latest heats, keeping them short by dropping everything to mate me through them the second I feel one coming on. Noah’s rutting usually ignites from my heat, disappearing naturally through our mating sessions.
His sudden rutting today may be different than our usual timing, but I’m not worried; since I happened to be here at the onset, it’ll be far easier for us to lessen his rut to a measured hum without any need for rut-suppressant drugs. We’ll just have to continue mating until his wolf decides he’s knotted me enough to potentially impregnate me.
The trick will be to convince his primal side that he was successful despite using protection, just like we have to do with my pesky wolf.
Drawing Noah’s lips off my mark, I hold his sweet face in my palms. Stark yellow irises stare back. He’s craving me, I can smell it, but he adores me just as heavily. Just his eager, trusting stare flushes me down to my neck.
I soften my voice. “I’ve got you. I’m going to put this condom on you, then lay myself on the bed. The harder you fight it, the worse you feel, so I want you to let yourself go with me and enjoy yourself as usual, okay? Let’s make it fun together.”
Noah holds stock-still as I step away from him, my pillow in hand to place at the bottom of the bed. He tracks every movement, so I turn my back, giving him a good look at my ass as I strip my panties.
Peeking at him over my shoulder sends a thrill up my core. He’s still eyeing me, but he’s not staring at my bare ass. He’s staring straight into my eyes.
The room floods with his Alpha musk, stinging my nose, but I make the mistake of inhaling as much of its enticing scent as I can. Concern flickers across Noah’s face as I twist my hips, my knees dipping as his pheromones hit extra hard. I cling to the end of the mattress, catching my breath through aching pulses between my legs.
With a deep, growling hum, Noah tenses, ready to pounce. But he stops himself with a quick jerk of his muscles, sticking in place. “Fuck.”
“You’re okay. I want this too.” Stationing my pillow under my hips, I lay back on the foot of my bed, my cheeks burning. No matter how long I’ve known Noah, I’m still not used to his dirty wolf’s thoughts during sex, but I want to slowly meet him there over time. It takes every ounce of confidence I can muster to say, “I’m ready for you.”
With my knees lifted and opened at my sides, I’ve shifted Noah”s stare from aching to ravenous.
His wolf’s little stomps in our bond tell me he’s dying to race over, but his human form doesn’t move. He’s practically vibrating in place.
Biting back a laugh, I open my arms up for him. “Come here, Alpha—”
Smashing me into the mattress in a flash of his warm, copper skin, Noah growls over me. I sputter out a laugh through our heated kiss, but it quickly turns into rapid, frantic gasps; Noah’s fingers glide down my soaked labia, effortlessly slipping into me to curl against my G-spot. I let out a deep moan beyond my control, widening my legs for more.
Noah groans. “Fuck, you weren’t lying. You smell like you want it heavy today. Do you?”
All I can do is nod; I can’t even choke out a yes as he mates my clenching pussy with a third finger. My heart races into my throat as Noah’s palm rocks faster, pressing my clit between each tender, internal rub. My knees are no longer at my shoulders, squirming at Noah’s sides as he palpates my deepest nerve, already bringing me seconds away from orgasming.
But just before I come, Noah slips his hand out. I gasp at the sudden exit.
Noah pins me with his electric stare. “Sorry. Too rough?”
I huff through every word, struggling to catch my breath. “No. Keep going.”
As Noah steps forward, coating himself in my leftover fluid on his fingers, I lift my hips automatically; I know I’ll have to if I want him to fit in me. He’s so swollen that when I grip him, he’s too stiff to give a true squeeze. Noah shudders, curling over me on the bed.
“Poor Alpha,” I whisper. Dragging his tip over my core flares Noah’s eyes into an even brighter yellow, spiking anticipatory anxiety into my throat. Digging my heels into the bed’s edge, I lay back, straightening my hips to align with my torso. “Okay, love. Come here—”
Noah wraps his big arm around my waist, and I’m cut off by my sharp gasp as he enters me. Just his tip makes me flex around him, my legs shaking at how full I feel.
“You okay, Omega?” Noah rocks back, his heavy-lidded eyes roaming my face above open, indulgent lips. I can feel how good he feels in our bond, so I don’t know how he’s not crumbling like I am. Dropping limp against the mattress, all I can do is moan, using my feet on his ass to urge him inside me. Noah pushes deeper with his next thrust, as requested, breathing in my reaction.
He’s so thick that my eyelashes flutter from how satiated I feel, waves of tingles flickering up my chest. I’m left squirming beneath him, my knees popping up to give him better access.
Noah purrs in response, pumping a little deeper. “You’re doing so well, Omega.”
My moan comes out louder, and Noah smiles. Desperation clouds my thoughts as Noah slows, opting for heavier pulses against my cervix until my back arches.
He frowns. “You’re stressed.”
I can hardly speak, trapped on the edge. “I was already so close, so now—”
He growls, pushing himself higher over me. It tilts my hips over the pillow, allowing his pelvis to rock against my clit.
Every nerve between my legs ignites. Noah kisses me, but I moan between every breath beneath him, digging my fingers into his back. But Noah doesn’t stay looking at me. When I catch him watching us mate in the mirror at the foot of my bed, a rush of shyness stifles my breath.
But Noah drops more of his weight on me, intensifying the internal massage he’s thrusting out of me. I sputter out an uncontainable moan at how luxurious it feels, my thighs quivering at his sides.
Purring, Noah kisses my neck. “Good girl. Don’t hold those sounds in. Let me hear them.”
With one palm on the back of my pelvis, Noah tightens my hips against him, rubbing my clit back and forth as he mates me faster. Wet sounds fill the room from Noah’s friction inside my dripping pussy, but they’re nowhere near as loud as my rising breath, speeding so quickly that I choke out a hefty moan.
“There you go. Fuck, you’re doing so good.”
Holy shit, I don’t know if he’s riling me up on purpose, but he’s so direct today. My cheeks burn hot, but his words double the pressure he’s kneading into my cervix, curling my toes. I smash my lips into Noah’s, and Noah deepens his cuddling thrust. Every inch of my body feels coated in him, his arms encompassing me now that both his knees on the bed spread my legs wider.
Alpha, imagine you’re bare inside me, I mindlink. Picture it clearly for me, gorgeous.
As I break into high, loud whines of moans, Noah’s eyes roll back. His wolf must love the thought of knotting me tonight with nothing between us; he drops his jaw, drool coating his fangs as if they’re preparing to bite. The thought of him re-marking me kickstarts my orgasm, and Noah speeds into me hard and fast.
But he suddenly feels so soft and warm inside me that I drop my head back, joining Noah in imagining him bare. Each press of his tip against my cervix builds into a full-body pleasure, and the thought of him bursting against my womb’s entrance sends me over the edge.
Except Noah’s eyes snap open. “Oh, fuck—” He grips my hips, gasping over me. “I— I broke—”
Oh shit, he is bare inside me.
I cry out, unable to stave off my orgasm as it crashes over me. With a splash of fluid spilling down my ass, I push Noah off me. We both gasp at his rapid exit, but when he sees me squirting a second time, Noah dives back in with his hands. When he rubs his palm hard and fast over the whole base of my pelvis, I squirt against him again, my thighs clamping around his hand. He watches me with ravenous eyes as I curl into a ball beneath him, overcome by his touch.
As I collapse back onto the bed, Noah doesn’t look as scared as I expected.
Sure enough, the broken condom is rolled at the base of his shaft. I swallow hard. “Did you—”
“No, I didn’t come,” he groans, dropping his head. “Thank the Goddess you have some actual sense in your brain. My fucking wolf—”
“Noah,” I breathe. He perks up, and I push myself upright on shaky arms. We’re nose to nose, so I lower my voice. “Please, don’t be mean to my mate. You were just trying to help me feel good. It was just bad timing.”
Noah groans, dropping his gaze onto his shaft. “It was worth it then, since it really looks like you did enjoy it. Look at that.”
He points me to the long string of ejaculate I’ve left behind on his shaft. My cheeks flare red, but my groin also aches, wishing he was back inside me.
But that’s not my main concern; Noah looks painfully hard, bigger than I might’ve ever seen him.
With a frustrated growl, Noah’s shoulders droop. “Fuck, I don’t know, Omega. Maybe I need to take some rut suppressants. I’m worried I won’t be able to mate you without breaking every condom we try.”
I shrug my open shirt and bra off my shoulders, drawing his focus to my breasts. “Or maybe I can take the edge off in another way so you feel less urgent.”
He sighs, giving me the go-ahead with a slight nod.
As I wrap both hands over his bare cock, Noah winces.
My heart flips. “Does it hurt?”
He chews on his lips, closing his eyes. With flushed cheeks, he nods.
“I’m so sorry, love. I’ll try to work quickly and give you some relief. Let me know if you want me to stop at any point, okay?”
With Noah’s shy nod, I give him a soft kiss.
Using my discarded panties, I wipe the evidence of my pleasure I’ve left on him, burning my own cheeks. But Noah seems to enjoy my gentle rubbing, his breath heightening.
Scooting back on my knees, I drop my head, using a soft, suckling kiss to taste the drop on his tip. Is this okay?
Noah grips my shoulders, his abdomen bumping the top of my head as he doubles over me. “Oh, fuck, Omega—”
At first, I’m worried that means I should stop. But Noah’s hips twitch, tempted to thrust into my mouth. I pull his tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, and Noah’s legs shake.
Is it too sensitive?I ask.
“Aliya, I—” He moans. The sweet sound shoots tingles down my spine, burrowing warmth in the depths of my pussy.
I’ve got you, gorgeous. Let yourself feel good for me. I bob my head, gently pulling him deeper. Noah moans even louder, placing his hands on my head.
But he’s so gentle with me. As I work him faster, Noah holds my head in both hands as softly as I can imagine possible with how heavily he’s breathing. He bends over me to kiss the small of my back, giving me light massages on his way. It’s so painfully sweet that I whimper over him.
Noah moans again, and I squirm from how good he feels in our bond. He doesn’t just feel pleasure, he feels taken care of. He feels loved. I whimper through my watery eyes, and he gasps at the vibration, thrusting into my throat.
Glancing down, Noah catches one of my tears. “F-fuck, sorry—”
Don’t be sorry, gorgeous. I love that you’re enjoying it.
I swallow his tip against my soft palate, and Noah gives a soft moan, lifting his chin. It shoots my heart up my chest and into the ceiling. I swallow again, applying pressure over the base of his shaft as I stroke him with both hands. Noah’s lungs speed faster, this time releasing a higher moan. Goosebumps coat my body, urging me to moan with him.
As I suck him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, Noah whimpers, lifting his hips in time with my bobbing head.
“A-Aliya—” Noah gasps. God, I love my name when he says it, each letter carrying the tender affection I see in every breath, touch, and look he’s ever given me. As I increase my pace, his moans grow so breathy that my heart pumps hard and fast.
Until his sharp gasp spikes my heart into the ceiling. “Oh, fuck. Hold your breath, Omega.”
I will,I mindlink.
Loosening my lips wrapped around him, I drag my tongue a little harder down the underside of his shaft. Closing my eyes as I relax my throat, I deepen my swallowing pressure, meeting his light thrusts until he floods my throat. Despite holding my breath, I cough. Noah pulls himself from me with a gasp, coating my lips and nose in his sperm.
“F-fuck,” Noah gasps, cupping my cheeks. “Now I really am sorry.”
I open my eyes, licking my lips, but Noah already has his shirt in his hands.
“Goddess—” He softly swipes my face clean, but my heart flips when he grabs my chin to press a hard, grateful kiss into my lips. “My sweet, sweet mate,” he rasps into my open mouth. “You’re so—” He bites his lip, staving off a heavy wave of touched awe in our bond. “Everything about you is so nurturing.”
“I love you, Alpha.”
Noah growls into my lips, kissing me hard. He hoists me up into his arms, and I latch onto him with all fours. “I wish I could make you a mom today. I know I can’t, but I— I want you to hear it out loud while I’m still feeling brave.”
I suck in a sharp breath. That wasn’t his rut brain talking. I can feel it in our bond; he meant that with his whole soul. As my heart restarts, Noah holds the back of my head, tilting his to kiss me deeper. I melt in his arms.
“I—” My breath catches as my cheeks burn. “I wish I could help make you a dad today too. But I’m happy to wait, as long as I get to keep being by your side.”
Noah breaks into a shy smile. He sets me softly onto the edge of the bed, dragging both hands up my torso until he cups my jaw in his big palms. As he gazes deep into my eyes, my heart threatens to explode at his soft, adoring voice.
“You were right. I feel way more relaxed.”
I bite back a smile. “Oh, good. Do you want to take a break for water and a snack, or would you like me to lay back down for you, sweet Alpha?”
Noah clears his throat, flushing as his shaft bobs back to life. “That depends. D-do you feel up for more?”
I eagerly nod, and Noah gives me a beautifully soft giggle.
“Then, will you roll onto your stomach for me, my sweet Omega? I want to cuddle you even closer this time.”
My belly flutters as he brushes his fingertips over it. When he steps away to grab a condom, I’m left colder than I expect. Sometimes I forget I’m fated to such a warm, adoring Lycan that just the sight of his rolling, regal shoulders gives me butterflies.
I’m aching to return to his body heat, but I do as I’m told, laying back and rolling onto my stomach.
But I’ve never laid flat on my stomach during sex before. Does that even work with how big my mate is? No, I don’t think so. Maybe he meant how he usually mates me when things get wild. I swallow hard, glancing over my shoulder at him. When he looks back at me, I hurriedly prop myself on my hands and knees.
My voice shakes as I stare at my hands. “Did you mean like this?”
Noah doesn’t answer. When I peek back at him again, he’s already behind me with a huge grin. Noah breaks into a soft chuckle, running his hot palms up my bare back. “Not exactly. I wanted you to be able to lay down and relax, if you wanted to too.”
“Oh. Then, like this?” I drop my chest, smushing my cheek into the blankets with my ass high in the air.
Biting back his smile, Noah drapes himself over me. I suck in a tight breath at his shaft nudging between my legs, shooting pleasure up my torso. His low voice vibrates across my back as he tucks my hair over my shoulder, kissing my cheek. “Have you never tried the position I’m talking about, my sweet Omega? I’m sorry I haven’t tried it with you sooner. I think you’ll really enjoy it.”
I flush. “Can you show me? I’m confused.”
With my eyelashes batting at him, Noah’s jaw ticks with desire. I let out a mischievous laugh, and Noah breaks into a devious grin. “You’re teasing me, aren’t you, feisty Omega?”
I laugh. “Maybe. At least until your wolf comes out to play with—”
With one arm around my waist and the other at my knees, Noah effortlessly hoists my lower body into the air. I let out a shriek of a laugh, and Noah chuckles behind me as he settles my stomach flat on the mattress. As he relaxes his wide form over me, I automatically spread my knees and tilt my hips to the ceiling, picturing his big thighs struggling to fit between mine. But when my knees crash against the inside of his, I gasp.
Noah breaks into his sweetest, most genuine laughter, lighting up my insides. “Relax, sweet Omega. I really mean to take it easy and lie flat. Let my horny wolf do the work.”
I giggle. “No, but really— How will you be able to reach—”
Carrying my hips, Noah slips a pillow beneath my pelvis. I suck in a sharp breath; his tip automatically prods my pussy from behind in this position.
“Oh. That’s how,” I whisper.
Noah leans over my shoulder with a sly grin, and I burrow my smile in my folded arms, letting out a shy laugh.
“I’m hoping this adds some nice pressure here,” Noah purrs. He skates his fingertips down my ass, all the way to my clit. As he gives it a tender rub, I rock my hips back for more, widening my legs. He’s right; I’m already feeling heavier pressure on the front of my pelvis thanks to the pillow stimulating my deepest nerves. Imagining Noah simultaneously rubbing every angle of my insides with his wide girth, I squirm beneath him, letting out a soft purr.
Noah rubs faster, and my pussy gapes for him. It sends my breath into a sprint, and I can’t take it anymore. Twisting over my shoulder, I press a deep kiss into Noah’s lips. As his fingers slow, I reach between us, stationing his tip to enter me. Noah hums into my mouth, pressing one hot palm into my lower back. Our lips unlock with a smack as he prods me, sucking in a hard inhale as he pushes in.
“Oh—” My eyes flutter shut.
Noah pauses, his hot breath pulsing against my cheek. “Is it okay?”
Reaching behind us to grip Noah’s ass, I shove my hips back.
“Oh, fuck—” Noah groans. With one slow thrust, he pushes his full length into me, his hips meeting my ass. “Oh, it’s— It’s not just going to be your new favorite.”
I can’t laugh. My jaw drops at how rich this angle feels, Noah’s tip rubbing directly against my G-spot. I whimper, my feet curling as I grip fistfuls of the sheets. With my head facing forward, Noah drops his forehead between my shoulder blades. His knees compress the comforter beside my wriggling legs, and with how soaked I am for him, Noah can move faster and deeper than my body usually allows us so soon. Within seconds, his hips can smash against my ass so deeply that each thrust ends with a soft clap.
As he presses one hand into the base of my back, pinning me to his heightening thrusts, something primal unlocks. I can’t contain my moans, lifting my ass to meet him. Noah thrusts faster, his chest bumping my back as he somehow pushes even deeper. Each slap of his hips against my ass rubs my clit against the pillow, filling my whole abdomen with hot, rising pleasure.
My wolf speaks through me with a moan. “Alpha! More—”
Noah’s half-shifted growl sparks a delighted cry from me; he’s adding an extra little tilt of his hips at the end of each thrust like he can’t mate me hard enough. It’s just the right angle to add an intense, billowing pressure against my G-spot. Within seconds, fluid builds in me. I recognize the sensation immediately, breaking into unrestrained moans.
“Noah! It’s—” I squeeze the plushy comforter tight in both fists, presenting myself higher for him on instinct.
He growls against my cheek. “What is it, gorgeous? I can tell you like that.”
I groan, my toes curling as he repeats the action. “You’re— You’re about to make me squirt a lot—”
Noah’s moan shifts into a rumbling growl against my back, his fangs extending. I expect him to mate me faster, but instead, he flops his whole weight over me, shoving his hips as tight as he can against my ass. He was right; I feel like we’re cuddling from head to toe, my mate rubbing the deepest massage he can into me with how thick he grows. I drop my jaw, each push of his hips stimulating satiated cries from my lips.
The pressure between my legs only rises. I face forward again, my claws extending beyond my control. They puncture the duvet with little snap after snap of the threads.
But Noah’s hands crash down on mine, just before he breaks into relentless, slapping thrusts. His claws rip through the duvet between my fingers, shredding all the way to my bedsheets. I can hardly breathe as he releases every ounce of building pressure between my legs, a flood of wet heat splashing my thighs.
“Fuck, yes— What a good—” Noah growls, arching up over my back. As he grasps my ass with both hands, he kneads a heftier rush of fluid from my pussy. Drool escapes my lips as my thighs twitch, feeling the start of Noah’s knot bulge between my legs. “What a good girl.”
My hips raise off the bed as I come, twisting in Noah’s hands. He rocks fast and hard into me, pulling every tingle out of my nerves until I’m washed in pleasure. It has nowhere else to escape me except my bleating lips: the heat of his hands, sharp lust in his rutting scent, and his tender focus on my pleasure echoing through me.
Noah stops with a tender press into my core, his tip applying heavy pressure against my cervix as he knots me. A hard lump traps his engorged shaft between my legs, leaving me to gasp through the intense, leftover pleasure.
As Noah collapses against my back, we hold hands so tightly that it almost hurts. I glance over my shoulder to find his forehead coated in sweat, but his eyes are just as bright with passion for me.
Our silence is warm—until Noah groans. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I’ll buy you new bedding.”
We break into sleepy, delirious giggles, interrupted by Noah flexing hard into me. Shuffling against each other, we sink into a deeper cuddle with pleased hums.
Our favorite post-knot activity is pillow talk, but we can’t stop softly kissing as we stare into each other’s eyes. God, I’ve never loved anyone this deeply. I can’t believe this started because we’re both craving to become parents together.
Noah’s hammering heart against my back is still struggling to recover, but our bond tells me it’s not just physically; his emotions overflow with adoration. He’s just as in awe of our connection as I am. It’s almost scary, my soul winding so tightly with his that I don’t know who feels what in our bond; we’re just one massive ball of love.
“I love you so much,” I whisper.
Noah purrs, pressing another kiss into my cheek. “Goddess, I love you more than anything.”
“I can’t move, Noah. I’m a wet noodle.”
His sleepy chuckle against my lips cradles my heart. “That’s okay. I’d lay here with you forever, if I could.”
As Noah and I curl up in my bed, turning into sleepy mush in each other’s arms, I’m left in turmoil; I don’t want to wait.
It’s not because I feel rushed to get pregnant, or only because I want to be a mom anymore. It’s because by carrying Noah’s baby, I’ll be providing the world with just a bit more of Noah’s love.
I want to extend the existence of his affectionate soul, leaving his mark on the world for generations to come. I want him to look at my pregnant body and know that I chose him to birth a child with, despite it being my most vulnerable life dream. I want to share the love in our bond with everyone we meet, starting with nurturing our child with the knowledge we could change at least their life for the better. But if they’re Noah’s child, I know it’ll extend beyond our family. Any child raised by Noah’s kind heart will have the power to change the world with just their warm embrace.
I’m dying to see it unfold, firsthand. To hold his child, and care for them just as deeply as I care for him. To live every second of our child’s life with my mate until we die.
With how tender my heart is for Noah’s every breath against my cheek, I know I’m ready to be a mom for this man’s children. Not soon, but now.
I just don’t know how to express it. Is it even okay to express yet? It really is early in our relationship, and these are grand, raw feelings I’ve never experienced before.
Noah’s arms are far too limp for me to bring it up now, so I nestle my back deeper into his chest, allowing his loose, satisfied body to weigh me into a deep sleep.