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My whole body quivers at his words, melting into his arms as his teeth scrape against my neck. But his teasing, near-mark doesn’t feel lusty like it did while I was in heat. Our bond is exploding with our emotions, and he’s so... enamored. Like everything about our bond is precious to him too.
But it’s not just our bond. I feel special.
Noah rubs his head all over me, his breath frantic between whimpers. “I can’t believe this, Omega. We’re more than just fated mates.”
My heart skips as I cling to his words. “What do you mean?”
“Our connection is deeper than that, meaning we’ve been mates for many lifetimes. Prophetic dreams are a sign from the Moon Goddess to mate a soul you already know. I’ve never met another mated pair who had that, so I thought it was a fairytale.” He shakes his head in disbelief, holding my cheeks in his palms like he can’t believe I’m in his arms.
I feel its truth, but I don’t understand the full meaning behind the fiery spark forming in Noah’s eyes. “How do you know?”
“I’d have that same dream,” he whispers.
“What? The same exact...?”
“Yes. The exact same dream, for years.” His firm confirmation ignites my skin with fiery goosebumps, our bond fizzling with it. As Noah’s wild, half-shifted eyes meet mine, I feel his honesty. No matter how unbelievable, he’s telling the truth. “At first, I struggled with envisioning you so clearly in the dream. You were so vividly an Omega woman, but I wanted to keep my mind open about who my mate could be since I’d be happy no matter your gender–”
I gasp. “Same here! I worried I was counting a potential partner out by overfocusing on a specific image of one.”
Noah shakes his head in disbelief. “You get me so well. That’s how you felt in the dream too. The second I’d see you by that rock, I’d look into your eyes and feel understood. Every lonely day I waited to find you would become worth it. I couldn’t deny you were the one fated to me.”
Noah looks just as perplexed as I am, but even more taken by me than I’ve seen him yet - an irresistible softness in his eyes that can only be described as love.
I smash my lips into his with a whine. As the gravity of this revelation strikes me, my heartbeat pounds faster than I can handle.
Noah breaks away with a heaving chest. “You saw it happen the same way, right? No matter how submissive your pheromones seemed, you wouldn’t care if I was an Alpha. You’d take a dominant position over me in a heartbeat–”
My eyes widen. As my ravenous grip tightens around his back, Noah growls, sinking another sedating lick into that golden spot on my neck. Pleasure swarms my core, quivering my legs at his sides.
He’s right. I’m such an obnoxious bottom that I never understood that part of my dream at all - topping my dream guy with confident slips of my hips over his shuddering torso. Jenny always thought I just wanted more autonomy in my sexual relationships after what happened to me; I wasn’t “allowed” to be on top for years. But now that I know I marked Noah first...
Seeing the recognition in my eyes, Noah draws me in for an even deeper kiss. My lips part as my hips seek pressure in his lap, just like the day we met.
“Yes, Noah, just like this.” My words come out more like breaths, prompting Noah to purr against my lips. “I’d strip you bare and mount you, your hands all over me.”
Noah’s body rolls against mine, moving in tandem like every cell in my body is communicating with his: my arms raise to massage his scalp, his arms lower to my hips: I lean back, he leans in: I grind, he flexes. But then he huffs against my neck, urging my legs around his waist. My groin clenches, aching for him.
“Show me,” he says.
I’m suddenly in the air, lifted in his arms.
But as Noah sets me on my feet, my pulsing, wet core makes it almost impossible to stand. He holds me steady, frantically nuzzling my head to immerse me in more of his scent.
“Show me how you saw it happen. In the forest.”
Holy shit. Is he about to recreate the dream with me?
My legs wobble like we’ve already begun mating. “I want you so badly that I can’t walk. Can you carry me there?”
Noah huffs through a sexual frustration I can smell, his fiery scent stinging my eyes. His hands slip behind my thighs. As he bends to scoop me up, he can’t resist giving my neck a hearty lick.
“Oh, my–” My knees dip with pleasure, threatening to give. The second I wrap my thighs around his waist, Noah ducks out the back door.
He dashes into my backyard, immersing us into the forest within seconds. I nuzzle into his neck, instincts welling in me. “Noah, I need to get down here.”
He sets me on my feet, checking my expression with furrowed brows.
But as I grip his arms, my wolf howls to act already. “I don’t understand, but I need to do something.”
“Do it. Follow your instincts.”
It feels nonsensical and weird, but I do the first thing my wolf demands - nudging Noah through the towering trees. I smush my side against his until we move as one, circling each other in a doting dance. When that’s not enough, I rub my chest, shoulders, and head along his torso.
I sigh as Noah joins me, mimicking my motions.
Noah purrs through his erupting smile. “O-oh, yes. You’re right. We were missing this.”
Ripples of loving warmth shudder through me as Noah exaggerates his movements, eager hands trailing my sides to encourage me.
Within seconds of his body all over mine, I’m purring with him. “I don’t know why this feels so much better, but I love it, Noah.”
His breath shudders. “You’re courting me like a wolf. It’s so sweet, I can hardly stand it,” Noah breathes into my lips. “Keep following your instincts. Let me meet your wolf.”
As our lips lock, I’m flooded with a sugary warmth, mixing with lust to make me moan into Noah’s mouth. He backs me against the nearest tree, rolling his hips into me with a growl. The sound sets my system on high alert, intensifying the pressure of his cock nudging my clit.
I hadn’t realized how much I repressed my wolf until Noah coaxed her back out to play today. Noah’s touch roams over every corner of me, his hands and lips massaging pleasure everywhere he explores. I can’t stop whining. Just his grinding hips bring me to the edge, but Noah’s deep growl against my neck makes me squirm.
Between kisses, a gray mass catches my eye over Noah’s shoulder. I stop Noah with a hand on his stomach. Noah backs up, shoulders raised in alarm.
But I can’t stop staring at the vision behind him. “That’s the rock,” I whisper.
Mossy, overgrown patches blanket this massive boulder, sheltered beneath the canopy shade, but Noah and I are immersed in the light of the fading sunset over the horizon. It peeks between trees, leafy shadows dancing over Noah’s broad chest as he catches his breath. We’re still hand-in-hand, not daring to separate, but this is it. The rock where we met in my dream. Our dream.
And it was right behind my parents’ cottage all along.