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Rabid eyes flicker between mine. Noah seems to be at a loss for words, but he’s certainly not letting go of me - his cock nudging my hip relentlessly through his ceremonial slacks. As he drags his fingertips over my abdomen, the anticipation for his next move sends an icy thrill through my veins.
“Do you want to see what you look like when you feel good?” He whispers.
My heart pounds so hard that it throbs. “I’m worried we don’t have enough time before the ceremony.”
His embrace loosens. Noah blinks a few times, his silence only breaking once his eyes have shifted back to a tinted green. “Okay. Should we finish getting ready then?”
Wait, did he just register what I said as a “maybe?” He treated it like a “no.” God, I want him even more now.
Just before he slips away, I cling to his shirt. “I-I didn’t mean ‘no.’ I meant I’ll want to spend too long playing around with you to figure out what we like. I might not want to leave this room for a week.”
Noah breaks into a sly smile. Returning me into his embrace, he backs us up until he sits on my bed’s wooden footboard. “Guess I’ll have to play a little dirty, then. Speed things up.”
I sputter out a laugh. “What–?”
He shoves his hand in and out of his pocket faster than I expect, widening my eyes. Then he presses a condom into my hand. “I didn’t trust our wolves to not need this tonight.”
I erupt into giggles again, but then I yelp; Noah hoists me onto his lap with mischief written all over his fanged smile.
“Noah Greenfield, what are you planning on–?”
His hand slips into my slitted dress. I suck in a desirous gasp, but instead of burrowing between my legs like I expect, Noah skates down the back of my thigh. My skirt falls away, exposing my full leg. I flush when I realize I still haven’t put on underwear, catching a glimpse of my bare ass squashed over Noah’s thick thighs, and I’m about to see much more. My heart bursts into a sprint as Noah lifts my thigh to my chest.
I’m tempted to look away, but Noah’s thick forearm replaces his grip, holding my leg upright and allowing his fingers to drag down my pelvis. My eyes widen as he seeks out my core, but I’m not surprised because of what he’s about to do – it’s how wet I am, glistening in the dim moonlight before I’ve even received any attention between my legs.
My nails dig into Noah’s arm; pressure mounts in my pelvis at the mere thought of his hand finishing his journey. We watch my pussy flex in the mirror, sensitive to his fingertips trailing the outskirts of where I want him, and I’ve never felt shier.
But I don’t want to stop looking. Noah looks just as hungry for me as he smells, and I’m stunned that I’m the one causing this in him. We hold perfectly still as we lock eyes.
Do you want me to keep going?Noah asks.
The second I nod, he indulges in my fluids - two fingers tracing the length of my core as my labia parts for him. All I can do is gape, my cheeks on fire as the tingling pleasure of his touch doubles - no, triples - with the added stimulation of watching his every movement in the mirror. Before I can stop it, Noah’s firm, speeding swirls of his fingertips massage a wispy, desperate moan from my lips. I meet my own eyes as it spills from me.
Noah was right - I don’t recognize who’s staring back, but I can’t get enough of her. This woman’s shoulders are loose, reddened lips parted with pleasure, and her hand has traveled on its own to Noah’s wrist, urging his fingers for more. I don’t know if I’d go as far as to say she’s confident, but she is vulnerable in the most seductive way. I can’t even process this alluring, blissful version of myself before Noah sweeps his fingers faster. My chest heaves with each pass over my clit. Slick, slippery sounds fill the room from how hard my core clenches for more.
But what totals me is witnessing Noah’s entranced stare in the mirror. Adoration spills from his loosened lips, huffing against my cheek in time with my breath. I can feel his excitement for my pleasure in every pulse of his attention between my legs, working me faster the more my hips rock. My thigh drops to the side, exposing more of myself to both Noah and me in the mirror as I squirm in his lap.
“I– want you–” I gasp. My hips tilt back, attempting to stave off an oncoming orgasm in record time for us, but this new angle just gives Noah’s soaked fingers ample room to toy with my swollen clit.
Noah’s heavy breath against my shoulder warns me that what I’m feeling in our bond is correct - he’s so aroused that he’s tempted to nip me. I breathe in soft whimpers, baring my neck. But the second his fangs sting my mark, I grab Noah’s arm, stopping him.
We hold perfectly still as I battle through wave after wave of pleasure, straining to keep my quivering thighs frozen. My whole body buzzes, so overcome by our entwined bodies in the mirror that it’s almost impossible to hold back my threatened climax. When Noah’s questioning stare shifts into concern, all I can do to dissuade his worries is shake my head.
He removes his hands from my legs entirely, holding my hips steady as I breathe. His rising smile captures my focus, spiking a thrilling ache through my chest. “Feisty Omega, are you edging yourself?”
My knees dip, daring me to sit back on the hefty bulge straining against his pants beneath me and succumb to pleasure with him.
But I don’t let myself. I take a deep breath, my voice coming out weak and raspy. “I don’t want it to end.”
Noah’s smile dissolves into sudden seriousness. “Can I have that condom back?”
He removes the crumpled thing from my tight fist, ensuring it’s still intact. His stare is focused as he opens it, but the fire between us mounts, starting a chain reaction in my clenching core. I grip my knees, breathing through my desire as Noah adjusts himself behind me.
Quick, eager fingers take mere seconds to slip the condom on before reattaching to my hips. We lock eyes in the mirror.
Noah’s breath beats down my back. “Are you ready for–”
“Yes,” I breathe. My cheeks burn at my bold declaration, but it only makes Noah’s eyes burn lighter.
Silence stretches between us as Noah lines himself up beneath my hovering core. My blood pounds, only aiding my arousal, but I can’t look away from how raw we look around each other.
Once his tip settles against me, my chest heaves; I’m desperate to drop my hips into him. But I don’t want to rush Noah. I’m craving the tension I sense boiling behind his rolling shoulders – waiting for his filter to break. I have to chew on my lip, staving off my impatience as he slips his hands beneath my skirt, sliding it over my ass.
When we meet eyes, I have to grip my chest to keep my heart from jumping out.
Noah’s humming voice deepens as his grip tightens over my hip bones. “I love you.”
I try to respond, but I can’t; the air evacuates my lungs as I watch every millisecond of Noah entering me. With every inch he disappears, my mouth gapes wider and wider, mimicking the generous amount of room he eats up. I’m so ready for him that he slips right past my pelvic opening, pushing a flurry of butterflies up my belly at his deeper entrance. I grip his wrists, choking out a desperate moan. I catch my own stare right as my eyebrows arch – a sharp snap of nerves ricochets through my chest as Noah’s tip presses as far as it can reach.
I’m surprised by how fluidly my hips roll back, spurred on by instinct to feel more of him. I hadn’t realized I was the one directing us until my hips jumpstart Noah’s into action. He hugs my waist, gently brushing his thumb over my lower abdomen like he’s thanking me for the heavy pleasure I hear in his hard breath. My swollen lips gape, overwhelming bliss rippling down my legs until my back arches to show off my breasts.
I never realized how beautiful I could look naked - maybe because the only times I’ve stared at myself haven’t been in kindness. But Noah’s enraptured stare follows his palms, dragging all over me. Loving me.
I grip Noah’s forearms, freezing us in place.
I huff for air even louder this time, struggling to keep my core from squeezing him and taking us over the edge.
Noah growls. “Fuck, Omega. I’m tempted to tease the hell out of you.”
I can’t bear to hold his burning stare in the mirror. By the time my weak knees can bounce my hips over Noah again, he stops me with a tight grip on my hip.
“No, hang on, I can’t–” Noah white-knuckles the bedframe so hard that I get the message, holding perfectly still. He drops his forehead against my back, breathing fast and hard despite our frozen hips. After a solid thirty seconds, his shoulders slump. “I can’t knot you, or we’ll really be late.”
I almost made him knot me?
The ache I have for him drips from my desperate whimper. “Alpha–”
I don’t have to explain that I can’t handle edging anymore. The realization crosses Noah’s yellowed eyes, and his resulting growl restarts my breath.
Noah gathers the split hem of my dress like his life depends on it. Fisting my skirt in one palm, Noah exposes nearly all of me - only a sliver of fabric clinging around my waist and barely hanging onto one breast. But I don’t look away. It’s too late to avoid my full, gaping nudity; I’m not just naked on the outside, I’m spilling raw, unfiltered bouts of my pleasure as Noah restarts his thrusts into me. My body quivers beneath his searching stare, a physical tingling following its sweep down my back, over the widest press of my thighs over his lap, and up my throat until he’s locked on my face.
What I find in Noah’s stare is that no matter how much I forced myself to hide in life, I can’t deny I love being witnessed by him. Within seconds, the all-encompassing pressure Noah drives between my legs threatens to take my knees out. Noah hugs my waist hard just in time, sealing my hips to him as I tremble.
“Fuck, hang on–” Noah lifts me from his lap, leaving me startlingly empty. I’m ready to drop to the ground from how weak he’s made my legs, but with my panicked gasp, Noah purrs. “I’m not letting you fall, gorgeous. Walk forward a bit.”
I try my best to, but Noah has to hold me upright until we’re face-to-face with the mirror. I’m already melting to my hands and knees when he meets me there, lining himself up behind me. He teases me with gentle flicks of his shaft, zipping his eyes all over my body as he absorbs my reaction. My core gapes for his return, and Noah growls as it swallows his tip even before we make a true effort to reconnect.
I slam one palm against the mirror - a welcome, cold shock against my overheated body. It’s all I can do to keep myself from trembling into a puddle beneath Noah as his shaft slinks back into me, notably more engorged than it was a minute ago. My eyelashes flutter an inch from themselves in the mirror, my breathy moan fogging up half my face’s reflection.
As my back arches, thrusting my hips back, I catch a glimpse of my ass bouncing over my shoulder. It feels so dirty and indulgent at the same time that my arms shake, absolutely weak from Noah’s pounding motion pressing my breasts into the mirror. The sharp V-shape of his taught abdominal muscles ripple, tensing harder with every thrust met by my core’s tight squeezes.
But my body’s coping mechanism of dripping onto the carpet isn’t enough to combat each heavy reintroduction of his cock, stuffing me with a rising, torturous ache. I’m ready to beg for more: the last of my patience breaking.
Witnessing us in the mirror breaks something in Noah first. He dissolves over me, his torso curled over my back until he wraps his arms around me. With his chest smashed into my back, he moans desperately into my shoulder - jaw dropped and forehead knitted. Edging is no longer possible, the rising pleasure in our bond so intense that I feel it buzzing over my torso until it reaches my face.
As my core squeezes him, sucking out every ounce of delight he’ll give me, Noah’s voice comes out choppy. “F-fuck, Aliya– I can’t–”
He’s about to knot me. The thought kickstarts the edge of my orgasm, sending me into drawn-out, pleading gasps. Noah’s eyes widen with recognition in the mirror. One hand grips the mirror’s edge, creating a sharp crackle beneath his weight, and the other descends my lower abdomen. The second he twirls his fingers over my clit, my body jerks into him, my orgasm pulling a wispy moan from Noah’s lips. As he pumps out every ounce of satisfaction in me while I come, my G-spot receives a deep tissue massage from his relentless thickness.
Then Noah’s magic on my body happens. I don’t just trickle out a rush of fluid like I imagined; his touch makes me squirt hard enough to douse the space between our legs. I suck in desperate air, shocked at my body’s reaction in the mirror.
Noah dissolves into frantic whimpers, giving me everything he can until he pulls out in a panic. His drenched cock bounces against my core with every grunt, drowning the condom’s clear tip in white.
The sudden weak, tender silence between us steals all thought. We stare at each other in a mess of sweaty, tangled limbs, gripping each other’s hands at my waist like a lifeline.
“I think we figured out what we like,” I breathe.
Noah sputters out an airy, adorable laugh that sends another wash of loving tingles over my skin.
But Dave honks outside, snapping our heavy-lidded eyes as wide as they can stretch. Where are you two? Is something wrong?
Noah’s wolf shines through his mischievous grin. “Fuck. We’re late to our own ceremony.”
All Noah has to say is “late,” and I’m scrambling across the carpet on shaky fours to my closet. My legs are so weak that I don’t even bother standing to dig through my underwear drawer, shuddering on my knees through echoes of Noah’s touch. But as Noah’s soft snickering dissolves into full-on giggles behind me, I whip my head around.
He’s tripped up on the floor, one leg half-out of his boxers with his ankles hooked like shackles, and absolutely red in the face.
I burst into uncontrollable laughter with him. “Oh, God, let me help you–”
Unable to dash over with my panties roped around my knees, I jerk myself around too quickly and sprawl across the carpet, my arms outstretched as I release a soft “oof.” Noah can’t breathe – silent laughter stealing his voice entirely as he slaps the floor for mercy. When he finally sucks in oxygen, he releases such a vivid, booming cackle that my entire spirit rises with it into my bedroom’s rafters.
“We’re a mess,” Noah sputters through laughter.
God, that sound is bliss. It’s so contagious that I drape myself over him, weak with love for him. For our mess.
Noah shakes his head, capturing me by the waist to tug me into his arms. We share a giggly kiss, but as he cuddles me flat to his overheated chest, his heaving lungs press us even tighter. A deep, satiating ache squeezes my heart, relieved to be back in his arms.
Dave, I’m going to need one more minute to stare at my mate before everyone else falls in love with her too.
Noah’s smile widens as I gape at him, unable to trace where this boldness is coming from tonight. But his wolf is there to remind me - zooming around our bond’s secret world with pure joy.
By the time we clean ourselves up and rearrange my disastrous sex hair in a presentable fashion, I can’t stop biting back my smile at our reflection. What I see in us has forever changed into something beautifully vulnerable. I think Noah feels the same. He freezes behind me in the bathroom mirror, his eyes bright. My grin spills over, creasing the corners of Noah’s eyes with his mirrored smile.
It’s painful to pry ourselves off each other, but Dave’s honking car startles us into action. We race down the hall in a fit of giggles, tied by the hand. With one last kiss on my porch, I anchor myself to Noah’s steady form, trusting he’ll be there for me tonight.