20
When I stir in the middle of the night, I’m somewhere new. My half-asleep brain sends panic signals through me, popping me upright in an unfamiliar bed. How could I miss something this huge? Did I learn nothing from–?
Noah rises from a dead sleep beside me, placing his hand on my abdomen with his eyes still closed. Sleep roughens his voice. “You’re okay, Omega. I’ve got you.”
Tension drops from my body, flopping me back against the pillows. As my breath slows, my mate’s scent floods my nostrils, and I know exactly where I am.
Despite the darkness, Noah’s room glows with diffused, crystal-blue moonlight spilling in from massive windows. The panes are just tall enough to reveal the top of the pitch-black forest’s silhouette.
Noah keeps his space tidier than I imagined, only a stray sock flopped underneath his stocky relic of a wooden vanity. But beside it, his closet is propped open, revealing an odd pattern.
I blink a few times, struggling to grasp what I see in the dim light until the black and white blobs morph into real objects: Noah has at least two copies of every shirt, jacket, and pants, planting an instant vision in my mind of his wolf leaping from his human form without warning and tearing his clothes into incomprehensible bits.
I sputter out a sleepy giggle, glancing over at him. He’s already peeking up at me with bleary eyes. But what startles me is the moonlight reflecting in them like a true wolf; I’ve been sleeping in a nocturnal beast’s den.
Yet every millimeter of me feels safe. He even moved my body, and something within my flighty nervous system knew I could trust him enough to stay asleep. I bite my lip, peeking into his eyes with an uncontainable smile.
Noah groans. “No, stop. That’s too cute.”
I laugh, plucking his tousled hair from his eyes. “What–?”
With the opening my raised arm gives him, Noah takes his chance to tangle our limbs, cramming his face into my pillow beside my neck with a purr. It feels so good that I don’t even question my desires, rolling onto my side to bury myself deeper into him.
He adjusts for me, curling me into his chest until no side of me feels untouched by his heavy warmth. Comfort washes down my spine, and I let out a sleepy purr. Noah shifts to encompass more of me, scooping the back of my head in one palm.
Once I lie still for a while, slipping back into sleep, Noah softens his voice into the gentlest whisper.
“I adore you already.”
Butterflies erupt in my stomach.
I rub my leg between his. “Noah...”
“Sorry. Stay asleep.”
I drop my head back, reaching for his face. When I press my lazy, relaxed lips against his, he sighs, cuddling me tighter.
As my lips part, Noah kisses me long and slow, his scent flourishing with longing. The second our tongues meet with soft, slick pressure, my groin flexes with desire. I wiggle my body into him, craving to get closer even if it’s physically impossible. He seems to feel the same, massaging my back with heavy, rolling pressure. His touch compresses my abdomen against his, and I moan into his mouth.
That’s when I realize I’m still in my favorite dress. I urge Noah’s hands beneath my skirt, kissing him through a satisfied purr as he grips my bare thighs. But when he can’t roam any higher beneath the fitted bodice, he strips me of my uncomfortable clothes, cool air shocking my skin compared to his hot chest.
With Noah hovering over me, I hook my legs around his thighs, teasing his flexing cock until he hugs my hips tight. Noah grinds into me through my underwear, alighting my clit with tingling pressure. I work his tongue, gripping his hair.
Noah can’t stop purring. You’re beautiful, Omega. I don’t know what to do with myself.
Keep going. You feel so good.
Noah’s pleasure slips through our bond, pulling a moan from my lips. Noah grips my ass at the sound of my enjoyment, rocking himself against me faster and heavier.
The more I grasp his back, urging him closer, the deeper he bounces my ass into the mattress. Soon, I moan with every breath, unable to keep kissing him. When he gives my lip a soft nip, my knees fall slack, opening myself wide to him.
Grinding into me faster and faster, Noah rubs his hot shaft over my soaked underwear until my back arches.
“Noah!”
As he kisses me hard, his thumb strokes my neck with the pulse of his hips, amplifying each rub of my clit. My feet hug his hips into me as my knees squirm. Noah huffs as he dry-fucks me faster, my core bursting with pleasure as I come in a writhing, moaning mess of limbs.
Noah continues to kiss me, rocking against me until I settle into a mushy heap. Heat trickles through my chest as I hum through residual delight.
But when Noah releases my lips with a wince, I look down. He’s so hard that his boxers look like they could rip open.
“Poor Alpha,” I whisper, my wolf slurring my speech with leftover lust.
Slipping my thumbs into his waistband, I stretch it up and over his wet tip. Noah gasps in relief.
“Bring your hips up here, gorgeous.”
He obeys me, lifting his hips, and I meet his leaking tip with a soft kiss. Noah shudders, gripping the headboard as I stroke him. When I lean in to lick the wet drop escaping his tip, Noah gasps, bumping his cock against my swollen lips with an eager flex.
It’s even bulkier than I remembered, but with how relaxed he just made me, my throat is as loose and ready as it’ll ever be. I stroke him with slower, deeper pressure as I slip my lips over his tip.
Oh, God. This is actually way too big - stretching my jaw to its limits if I want to keep my teeth off him. I soften my jaw muscles, opening my throat as wide as I can, but the second he hits my soft palate, I cough.
Noah jerks back. “No– I don’t like feeling like I’ll choke you.”
My eyes widen at the thought, but my wolf stirs with excitement. “Is licking okay?”
Noah releases a desperate, pleading whimper, scrubbing his face before nodding behind his palm’s protection.
I guess I’ll just have to work with my tongue.
Noah’s chest heaves as I massage his tip with my fingers. But when I bend to lick his shaft from base to tip, his breaths shift into gasps. I stroke him faster - my tongue leaving no section of his cock dry - and his purring turns into helpless whimpers.
“Oh, Goddess–”
My wolf gloats at how responsive he is to me - maybe too responsive. Each desperate breath sounds like I better speed things up before he can’t take it any longer. I spit into my palm, using both hands to rub him until he thrusts into my grip.
“Fuck, you’re going to kill me, feisty Omega–”
Squeezing against his rough thrusts, I flick the tip of his cock with my tongue, hardly able to chase him. Within seconds, he comes across my lips and chest - hot spurts of warmth slipping between my breasts. Warmth pools in my belly, delight filling me as his pleasure trickles through our bond, and I had the luxury of being the source.
I hope he feels it. How hard I’ve already fallen for him.
Noah’s eyelids flutter as I gaze up at him, out of breath and licking him from my lips.
“Holy fuck,” he wheezes.
Reaching over his nightstand for a tissue, Noah gently wipes me clean. His delicate touch over my breasts and lips makes me shiver. I’m struggling to grasp how sweet he is, wrapping my arms behind his neck as I indulge in his soft, grateful kisses. I nuzzle our noses, closing my eyes as he presses our foreheads together.
Without a single word, we ease back into each other’s arms, agreeing to weave our limbs together.
I’m shocked at how instinctual I can let myself be around him. Especially if this is our comfort level while it’s still new. One of these days, we’ll meld into a powerhouse unit. I can feel it in every satiated, blissed-out muscle.
Noah gingerly kisses my scent gland, sending shivers to my toes - a silent confirmation of our bond. I grasp his hair, nuzzling my mark on his neck, and he squirms with pleasure against me, huddling in deeper. All night, we tangle ourselves together in the deepest cuddle I’ve ever felt.
When I wake up beside my mate, I’m stuffed to the brim with comfort and affection. Noah’s exhausted face is pressed against mine, his breath brushing my lips in his sleep.
I’ve never met someone who matched my craving for non-stop, full-body cuddles all night. It must be a wolf thing. I try not to laugh - recognizing our limbs as a literal dog-pile - but my giddiness rises in our bond anyway.
Noah snuggles harder into me, rubbing his nose against mine as he stirs. After pressing a kiss into his sleepy, full lips, I vibrate with excitement along with my wolf that I’ll get to talk to him soon. Be with him for yet another day.
Noah chuckles himself awake, his limp hand lightly stroking my back. “Cute. So cute.”
“Good morning, Alpha.”
He frowns. “No, I don’t want it to be morning.”
I smile. “Well, unfortunately–”
Noah rolls on top of me, squeezing me with his massive arms until I let out a shout-laugh.
“Hey!”
“Please, no,” he grumbles. “I want to hold you longer.”
I burst into giggles, but then I jump when my phone alarm goes off on the nightstand, rattling Noah’s lamp. Noah just groans.
After shutting off my alarm, I suck in a horrified breath at the numerous missed calls and texts since I met Noah.
Noah sighs. “Ugh, no... I’m going to have to let you go, aren’t I?”
I laugh, even through my panic. “Oh, my God, Noah. I forgot to tell my therapist I was okay!”
Noah moans his response into the pillow.
“I’m sorry, I have to call her back.”
“Okay,” he says, lifting his chin just enough to breathe. “Can I hold you while you call her, or do you need space?”
I giggle, re-dialing my therapist as fast as I can. “Keep crushing me all you want, Alpha. I’ll make it quick.”
But as it rings, I realize I’m squashed beneath a man in his bed, and I might want to be with him - forever. The last Jenny heard, I lost all faith that anything this powerful could happen.
Not only that - I now believe I’m a freaking wolf. I can’t tell Jenny that!
I hate lying to her. How the hell am I going to explain what happened the past few days?
My heart races into my throat, just in time for Jenny to pick up the phone.