Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth (Hannah and Noah)

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I felt my cheeks flush again, and I looked away, considering his words. The idea of sharing a bed with Noah again was tempting, not just for the reasons he explained, but for... other reasons.

My mind flashed back to the nights we had slept together on our journey to Silvermoon, how comforting it had been to feel his heat beside me. I hadn't realized just how much I had missed sharing a bed with

someone.

After a moment, I nodded and grabbed the contract. "Alright, I'll add the amendment. I suppose it will be more convenient for us if we sleep together, because we can... hook up before bed without impeding on our two-hour dates." Noah nodded. "Exactly. It's a practical solution."

As I turned to leave, I had to bite my lip to stop myself from smiling. Despite my best efforts to keep this arrangement clinical and detached, I couldn't deny the flutter of excitement in my stomach at the thought of sharing a bed with Noah again. Later that night, I lay in bed, my heart racing as I waited. And waited. And waited.

Noah was late coming to bed. He had signed the amended contract earlier that day, but maybe he had changed his mind.

The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room, and I found myself constantly peeking at the door over the top of my book, wondering if he would come.

Finally, the soft click of the door opening made me tense, and I watched as Noah entered the room, shirtless.

I swallowed. Hard. The sight of his bare chest, illuminated by the soft light, made my thighs instinctively tighten beneath the blanket. His muscles rippled as he moved toward me with a predator's grace, and I was suddenly very aware of my own body's heat. Without a word, he pulled the blankets back and climbed into bed beside me, the mattress dipping under his weight. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the familiar scent of his cologne. It was intoxicating.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

I gulped again, hoping that the dim light would hide the blush that I could feel burning across my cheeks as I carefully dog-eared the page of my book and set it aside.

"Yes," I whispered, sliding down so that my head was on the pillow.

Before I could say anything else, Noah was on top of me, his body pressing me into the mattress, caging me in. He pressed his lips to mine without preamble, his hands sliding my nightgown up around my waist, his palms hot and firm against my flesh. When we finally pulled back for air, my knees would have buckled beneath me had i not already been laying down.

"How do you want it tonight?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

I hesitated for a moment. My heart was pounding like a war drum in my chest, my breasts heaving beneath the thin lace of my nightgown. What did I want... How did I want it...?

Before I could think twice, I simply muttered, "All of you."

Noah nodded and closed the distance between us again. I felt his hand travel down my belly, lingering on the soft swell, before his callused fingers slipped my panties aside. I was already sopping, and his fingers slipped in easily, one at first and then two.

As his tongue slipped into my mouth next, flicking over my teeth and swirling around my own, I couldn't help but wonder if I had made a terrible mistake or the best decision of my life.

But as he eventually climbed on top of me and slipped his throbbing member between my thighs, I quickly lost track of those warring thoughts.